I have an interest in feet. Male or female. Adult or child. I read soles the way psychics read palms. As a massage therapist, I can understand a great deal about a person just by exploring their feet. Think about it: they bear the burden of our journey. After a lifetime of walking, marching and dancing, your ankle's angle, your toes' cursive, the thickness and location of your callouses will reflect that journey.
Lips, clothes and even eyes can lie, but feet tells the true story. I would even go as far as to say that feet are the true windows of the soul. I do admit that it's weird, years of surfing the internet has proven that to me.
As for myself, I love attention paid to my feet as well; I absolutely love pedicures and reflexology massages. During intense stimulation, I can feel the energy pour from my feet. I feel purged and cleansed.
Most people associate foot service with degradation and humiliation; I consider it sacred. A foot fetishist, I know the power harnessed with the stimulation of one's feet. Reflexology tell us that through trigger points found in the feet, one can have access to the entire body. I would even say that the soul can be contacted through the soles. I love sucking, licking and biting on my girlfriend's feet. I love positioning her so I can penetrate with her toes in my mouth. The ultimate pacifier...
It is said that foot fetishism in heterosexual women is rare...The scarcity of the jewel I've found, makes her value overwhelming.
I have a beautiful woman who loves to worship my toes, soles and ankles. She turns massage, licking and sucking into an bonafide artform and she isn't modest about it.
With my eyes closed, as my toes begin to bathe in the warm waters of her thirsty mouth, I feel divine. Beyond luxury or satisfaction, I forget about my blemishes, my scars and I see the golden energy pulsating from my flesh. I feel like I AM.
Moaning and Writhing, I become a weeping giant as she administers her priase and worship; sucking each individual toe, racking her long tongue across the full length of my sole. This black man becomes both sovereign and elegant, strong and ethereal.
Before the night's over, my knees press against my chest as the truth of Her power unfolds....
The tables turn...
3 comments:
whatchutalkbouwillis? days and days and days will be spent exploring you! you know I've been away for awhile because I've become disguisted with BDSM and fetish sex, as a professional at least, and I find myself trying to come at peace with what is inside of me with this shit. Still searching, but you forsure will reawakening some stuff I thought I snuffed out...
and to think, the window of the soul is closest to the earth... humus, humiliation, humility, grounded, centered, aware, connected, free, fly...
@GoddessGlory: Rise, Phoenix, Rise! It would be very poetic if I inspired you in a such away... Because, I truly attribute a lot of my style and subject matter to you and your Youtube videos. But, I can show better than I can tell you...
Do me the honor of staying tune, Goddess...
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