One of my first jobs was at a chocolate store in the local m..
Added 2021-03-24 17:06:40 +0000 UTCOne of my first jobs was at a chocolate store in the local mall. Across from the store was an Orange Julius, and that's where Adam worked. Was he cute? Not really, but he was confident and funny. I was in an abusive relationship with an absolute psychopath and when Adam showed me any attention (as he did with all the other girls when his girlfriend wasn't around) I felt so lucky, so important. We started hanging out after work, and he had a car (exciting for this egg who had to walk everywhere!) One day, he asked how much I had walked, and I told him from my house to the mall, about a mile. He slowly pulled my shoes off, and relished them, doing the same as he peeled each sock from my feet. Turns out: Adam was my first experience with someone with a foot fetish, and BOY! It was a turn on! He worshipped my soft soles, inhaled the aroma from my walked in socks and shoes. When he would be talking about hobbies and life, I loved seeing him melt mid-sentence when I'd press one of my bare feet against his face. Neither of us were very special to the other (he was no Mr. B, I assure you!) and eventually our other tumultuous relationships made us part ways. I began doing self foot worship, inhaling my deliciously scented socks, kissing and sucking my toes, and it's been a fun fetish for me to further delve into as the years have passed. So, there you go! The story of how I got into foot fetish/self foot worship. Not into feet yourself? I guarantee you that my incredibly soft soles, grippy toes, and pretty painted toenails can change that! Unfortunately, a dildo doesn't help me come close to showing off my true footjob skills...
