Okay—I’m not a foot fetishist. They look great in spike heels and boots, they’re fun to tickle on occasion, and I’m not above sucking her toes while I’m holding her legs against my chest and pumping my cock into her, but other than that, they don’t do much for me. I pride myself on being able to at least understand the attraction of most fetishes, though, even if I don’t feel that attraction myself, so let’s see if I can understand this fascination with female feet.

A lot of cultures consider the foot to be a dirty part of the body. Arabs especially find the foot offensive, and showing an Arab the sole of your shoe is a very grave offense. (That’s why Iraqis celebrating Sadam’s downfall beat his image with their shoes. It was the equivalent of spitting on him.) So we have that nastiness factor going for us. The foot is the part that’s farthest from our heads, that part that stands in the mud. It’s not especially attractive either, which gives it a kind of negative status, and—let’s face it—they often smell.

A man attracted to a woman’s feel is therefore attracted to her secret dirtiness—her sexuality. To be walked on or touched by her feet, or to kiss and caress them, is to involve yourself with her dirty little sexual secret. It’s a part of her body that she always carries around, and almost always manages to keep covered, a part she’s rarely ever proud of.

Hmm. Does that sound like some other body part? Is that what this is all about?