Real Encounters

I think real stories are as much as a turn on as fantasy stories. So I decided to share some with you all so you can understand where I got fantasy descriptions and how I landed loving female feet, limp female bodies along with more mature ladies.
I grew up in the late 1960s /early 1970s. I am sounding old but these were the best times for sexual discovery. As a toddler, I was at foot- knee level. Bare feet and bell bottoms were everywhere. My mother was a feminist by trade which made it hard for me to gaze on women because all moms had eyes in back of their heads. She would load me up to go to her girlfriends houses. I came from a broken home. At her friends houses I played under the table while they talked adult like above me. I got to be around a lot of wonderful mature feet. A clean mature female foot is better than fresh loaves of bread- intoxicating. Later in life I found this intoxication is called pheromones.I had a babysitter which would bargain with me. She would let me smell and touch her feet if I would go to bed early and she could invite her boyfriend over. Good deal. I had an older lady which baby sitted me also. She was such a kind and gentle lady. She had wonderful feet also. She wore the old white ked shoes which held in sweat easy. But I would have to wait for her to fall asleep to get her feet. This is where the sleep fetish developed. As my mother was working I also stayed with one of her girlfriends. She too would fall asleep at the chair but place her foot showing the back side - her sole. This was where I started rubbing my lips across her wrinkles.
I had to stay with my sperm donor one Christmas. He gave me a football and set me down in front of the television while he took his girlfriend and left the room. I heard noises and went back to investigate. There I found her on top of him. I realize now what they were doing. Then I just looked at her wrinkled soles while she squeezed her toes after each orgasm.
As I got older, I searched for magazines focusing in on feet. I did find some. Finally a woman 10 years older than I was came to my rental house and flirted with me. She was 6 foot tall with high arch feet to support her height. I was in l….lust and decided to go out with her. If only I found her before her drug addiction. She self medicated herself to the point of liver failure later in life. One real story came where she came over and wanted to be tied up. I obliged her. She fell asleep hogtied. That was such an erotic sight.
I finally met my wife. I again was thinking with the wrong head and looking just at her feet. I did let her know my fetish thinking you got to be honest in all things… wrong. She has used this as a weapon more than anything. So If you are a young man and still single but wanting to get married… you may think twice about divulging everything. I know opposites attract but make sure there are major core commonalities. If the woman doesn’t like her feet touched before marriage and you think you will change her… think again. So now, when my wife takes her insomnia medication, I do take a smell and a rub on her soles. So I have just skipped over the highlights of my stories but I hope you have gotten a little understanding of a fetish ‘s mind. I have been seeing a commenter with a beautiful rump photo after some of these stories- Nice. It would be nice to show a little sole, just a thought. You all have wonderful Valentines.