Here’s a story that I received 2 months ago. I will not post the author’s name to his demand.

One of the greatest stories I have is the one which is probably responsible for me acquiring the fetish. I must have been around

10 or 11 years old at the time. I was at a friend’s house, and we were playing on the balcony. My friend’s younger brother,

who was 3 or 4 years old played nearbye. As we were playing, my friend’s young, slim rather pretty mother, came out to the

balcony. She sat down on a low stool, and started painting her toenails. She had very pretty longish, pointed toenails, and I

watched with awe how the tiny brush moved on her toenails, leaveing a shining pink/violet trail. Her long fingernails were

painted the same colour. Suddenly, my friend’s brother shrieked with fear. A large brown ant crawled on the floor. The mother

looked and said - " Don’t worry, I have only two more nails to paint ". She finished, put the nail polish bottle on the floor, and

slid her feet carefully into simple slippers, which looked like one-strap sandals. She got up, and walked towards us. " Oh, it is

nothing ", she said pleasently, smiling warmly, " no need to be afraid ". The strong smell of nail polish, mixed with her perfume, was real strong. While talking, she lifted her foot, and brought it down carefully on the ant. Her toes sort of slid forward when

she did it, the tips of the still wet, gleaming sharp toenails almost touching the floor. She lifted her foot. The ant was writhing in

agony. She smiled and brought her foot down again, more resolutely. When the foot was on the ant, she pulled it backwards,

leaving a long wet stain on the floor. " You see? " she said triumphantly, " no big deal " and showed us her sole, with the ant,

totally crushed and looking like mush, still stuck to it. She slipped the slipper off, took it and wiped the sole on the railing of the

balcony. She had a sparkle in her eyes, and I sensed she really enjoyed the power and the killing. her toenails were among the

sexiest I have ever seen. Since that day, I look for the combination of painted toenails and insect crushing.

Another great story happened when I was slightly older. I went with my parents to visit one of my father’s friends. His wife was

wearing split toe rubber slippers, which are very popular on the beach. The sole is very soft. She had dark red toenail polish.

They lived in a flat which was below the street level. After a while, we got ready to leave. We got out of the door, into the

staircase. One flight of stairs led to the street level. When goodbyes were said she suddenly noticed a large black beetle on one

of the stairs leading up. She smiled, almost in embarrassment of the unwelcome guest, said - " one moment ", went up the stairs

until she reached the same stair, positioned herself, and started stepping on the beetle. I said started stepping, because the

slipper was very soft soled, and the beetle was very tough. She just stood ther for a minute or so stepping and stepping again.

God knows how many times. It seemed to me like eternity. Eventually, the beetle disintegrated from the continous pounding.

She came down the stairs with a proud, triumphant smile and said: " Wow, it was tough! but you know, I do not let anything live

around here. I kill everything I see ". I remember looking down and seeing how she wiggled her painted toes while she spoke, to

regain proper footing in the slipper. What a sight!!

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