The Beginning Of This Thing With Female Feet!

In the beginning of all human life, an empty psyche awaits the imputation of ideals, morals, concepts, mores, values, positive and negative experiencalism from sights, sounds, and interactions, of all categories, with the environment. Language begins to develop giving all these facets of life expression. We are what we learn and we become what we choose! Volition, a major issue of human life, determines the path we travel and those we circumvent. Exactly when we become consciousness to such a point that our memory is efficatious to replay is not a constant for each person. Mentality, and a myriad of other factors come into play.

I was born to an Earthling, then immediately abandoned. I was, afterwards, adopted. My parental units told me that I, in my early and youngest moments, would seek out female guests and, after removing their shoes, rub, fondle, play with, lick, kiss, rub my face on, and nibble and suck their feet and toes. I, apparently, became the evenings entertainment when my parental units had company and a feminine guest was present.

In time, as maturation removed the cuteness of infantism, I had to desist from this practice of seek and suck. However, by this time, I had marked up to my record a fantastic number of experiences of being a ladies footstool, and foot worshiper. I have no idea how many ladies enjoyed my attentions and how many tolerated them, because I don't even remember them!!

I can only conclude that a feetLing is taught to be a feetLing thru empericism. I may have been introduced to feet in the hospital by a feetLing nurse, or I may have been introduced to feet by a feetLing parent or house guest! The issue is academic, however. The fact is, I am!

I remember seeing female feet as early as i can remember and experiencing a twang of "animalism." I did not understand it, but I did realize that I was the possessor of a feet thing! I remember seeing girls playing the piano and using their feet on the piano pedals, just walking in a yard, or at school. I intently watched and remember seeing their feet step on a board or other inanimate object. The result was always the same: I got excited, very excited!

This feet thing will persist, I am sure, until the day that I die. I am curious to see if it even persists after that. Only time will supply an answer. I love female feet. The sight of bare feet; feet in socks, stocking , and shoes; clean and filthy feet have the same imposing result. I do not know if this is a blessing or a curse. I only know it is!

I dedicate this expose to all who love the female foot. Each of you is my soleBrother and, I hope, my friend. We share a commonality that is as inbred and as inveterate as the life that resides in our soul. To each of my soleSisters I wish you well and I wish I could meet you and share the uncanny, titillating gifts that only one's feet can provide.

Put your best foot forward. Keep both feet on the ground or on a close friend.