One thing you may or may not know about me is that I’m in a serious relationship with a man with a foot fetish. Has it changed my life? Absolutely. Am I thankful for that? I couldn’t be happier.

Before I began dating my boyfriend Josh, I had sex with only one guy before. I’d fooled around with a few others, but nothing of real significance. Suffice it to say that I was lacking in the experience department. But, I knew that I loved sex, and was open to trying new things.

I met Josh at work, and through extensive conversations and flirtation, we both developed big crushes on eachother. I added him as a Facebook friend so I could increase my chances of talking to him. By doing so, I found out that he had a foot fetish- he was in a few groups that weren’t exactly subtle about it. I had always been the type of girl who would pull my feet away if anyone tried to touch them. I didn’t like foot massages, and if anyone asked what my biggest turn off was, I would always firmly answer, “FEET!” So, when I found this out, I was a little nervous. But I liked him SO much, so I wasn’t going to let something like that be a deal breaker.
A week or so after we started dating, Josh told me he had a foot fetish. I said I already knew, as he wasn’t exactly secretive about it. He stressed how important it was for him sexually, and although I didn’t fully understand at the time, I told him that I would do my best to indulge him.  I had such strong feelings for him and wasn’t willing to let him go over that. He eased me into the situation, starting by rubbing my feet,  making sure I felt comfortable. I relaxed and let him do his thing, and for once, I actually enjoyed having my feet massaged. So far, so good. Then he brought my foot up to his mouth and began sucking on my toes. It was a totally new feeling for me, but once I got over the shock and just let  go, I absolutely loved it. I never realized how many nerve endings were in my feet until they were properly stimulated.

Early on in our relationship, I got to experience a slew of new things sexually. He taught me how to give him a footjob, (same thing as a handjob, but with your feet. Serious exercise, boys and girls!) we played around with hot wax, he tickled me, choked me, bit me and spanked me and I loved every second of it all. I had no idea sex could be so interesting, so multi-faceted, and I was loving all that I was learning, and all of the new sensations I was feeling.

Flash forward to today. I am the proud owner of a growing sex toy collection, when I had nothing to speak of then. I write reviews for said sex toys, and back then the idea of anal beads terrified me. I have an adult website in the works, and sell amateur fetish clips. A whole world of sex has been opened up for me, and I cannot get enough of it. Is it because my man has a foot fetish? Not entirely. But, his having a fetish, and me being open enough to learn about it with him, has allowed me to explore many sexual frontiers I never thought possible.  I consider myself a total kinkster now, and I honestly couldn’t imagine a sex life without fetish, BDSM and role-playing involved. I’ve gone too far to turn back now, and I have my wonderful, open-minded boyfriend to thank for that. And, you know, me, for letting myself feel good, even if it’s considered “taboo.”

Taking care of my feet and appreciating the way they look has given me a whole new level of self-confidence. My feet are like some kind of sexual ammunition. I have the ability to tease and taunt my man with something that is not traditionally considered a “sexy” body part, and it makes me feel like a Sex Goddess. I now realize that any body part can be sexy, it’s all just a matter of who you ask. And if you ask my man why he loves feet so much, this will be his answer- “They are soft, cute, and mimic the curves on a woman’s body. I love curves- why not feet?”

And honestly, it makes sense to me now. Finding the beauty in my feet, and having someone who loves every part of me-literally from head to toe- has given me the confidence I once lacked. It has allowed me to realize just how sexual I am, and to totally embrace it. It has taken my sex life from vanilla to rocky road, all in the matter of a few short years. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.