I just thought I’d post some of the crazy ass messages I get on Facebook from foot fetish fans. This is one of the main reasons I hardly respond to messages on social media, besides the fact that it’s extremely time consuming. After receiving enough messages like these, I tend to stop bothering to check messages at all.
Sometimes I have to translate the messages. It’s probably not the greatest translator, but it appears this guy wants to stop watching porn. lmao
Yeah, I’m going to just up and go with some strange dude that talks about himself in third person.
Is there such a thing as a tattoo fetish? Because tattooed men really fucking turn me on. Big time!
A few years ago when I was newly single, I got onto Tinder and started swiping mostly to the left. One of the few right swipes included a cutie that was heavily tattooed, had a motorcycle (woo hoo!), and seemed like he had his shit together for his age. He was 26, a war veteran, and had just gone through a divorce. He also had one of those long beards that I wasn’t too fond of at the time, but I quickly got over that.
We communicated for a bit and decided to meet. When Tattooed Cub showed up, I wasn’t expecting him to be just about the same height as me, but I blew that off, because he had sweet blue eyes, and he was in pretty good shape. And those tattoos were making me wet!
We had a few drinks and ended up on my infamous make-out cougar couch, kissing passionately. I think he was a bit nervous, so I took the lead with my cat-like reflexes, pawing at his chest and pulling off his shirt. Da-damn! More tats! I was about to cum in my silky black thong just looking at them. I knew I loved tatted men, but I hadn’t realized how much tattoos turned me on like this. I wanted to maul him.
Wearing a skirt, I straddled him on the couch and grinded my hips against him. He unbuttoned my shirt and started feeling my tits, taking off my bra, sucking on my nipples. I pressed them into his face, his beard softly tickling me. I continued grinding on him harder, feeling his hard dick throbbing in his jeans.
We were getting sweaty, and the small couch wasn’t going to work for what was about to come (no pun intended), so I decided it was time to relocate into my air-conditioned bedroom. Tattooed Cub lifted my skirt and pulled off my thong. His soft beard tickled as he kissed up my legs and between my thighs, which actually felt nice. His tongue made its way to my wet pussy, circling around my clit, teasing me and sucking me. I was so turned on by him and his tattoos… I just wanted him inside of me.
Reaching down, I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. It was a nice average length and girth, so I knew it could pleasure me without hurting me. I stuck his dick in my mouth and deep-throated for a few minutes. Knowing he was about to cum, I stopped and got on top of him like I was a cougar attacking her prey. I held his hands down and fucked him fast and hard. It only took a few minutes before we both came at the same time. All the while, I was staring at his tattoos, because they made me cum harder.
Tattooed Cub and I lay in my bed for a while sweaty and satisfied. I knew he wanted to leave, which was fine with me, because we both had to be up early the following day. It wouldn’t be our last time together… and I decided it was time for me to get more of my own tattoos.
Just like with any job, sometimes the people you have to deal with are a little “different”, to put it lightly. But in the adult industry, “different” is an understatement. The types of requests I get range from normal or typical to complete WhatTheFuck.
For example, this guy sends me this same exact email about once a week. Same copy/paste crap. And I know I’m not the only one he sends it to, because my friend on eBanned gets the same email:
Would you sell me socks? Get them way stinky but send them to another slave because I’m a loser and to humiliate me? Have him take pics if smelling and describe what they Smell like? Will you tease me how smelly there getting what shoes you wear them in and that I’ll never get them ? Will you ask if he’ll cum on them and take pics? Will you mismatch 2 cartoon or little girl sock s to humiliate me? How much? Auction them so you get paid twice. Make me thank and beg each bidder? Ill pay will you please i have the $ will pay
I’m sure he does this to numerous women, but his method of madness doesn’t work for me. First of all, anything that involves “little girl” in the request crosses a boundary for me, and I refuse to entertain it.
About 12 or so years ago, I was selling all sorts of things on eBay. A good friend informed me that women were also selling their worn panties and “smelly” shoes to men with foot fetishes. I was a little taken aback about the used panties, because I didn’t find that it was sanitary (once I learned of the money involved, I changed my mind). As for the smelly shoes, I didn’t understand it, but I didn’t find any issues with it. It turned out to be a profitable concept – until ebay kicked off sellers for showing our feet “incorrectly” according to their strict photo guidelines. God forbid a braless foot is hanging out of a shoe and winking at you.
Someone came up with a great idea for a site like eBay but for adult items. Ebannedwas it. (I had a ton of great feedback; my screen name at the time was SexyJulie with only one X. I deleted my account once I got into a serious relationship.) It didn’t take long to get into the foot fetish business, and I still didn’t understand it until someone explained the history of it. This is information I have yet to find online.
The fetish guy said that the soles of the feet release pheromones, and back in the caveman days, men would smell the ground to sniff out a woman. This is why highly scented (or “stinky”) shoes are hot commodities for those with foot fetishes. Then of course, there’s the visual aspect of feet – toe alignment, wrinkly soles, nice pedicure – all contribute to foot attraction.
However, I’d never thought I’d be a candidate for pretty feet. It wasn’t until I met someone that told me I had perfectly aligned toes and “cute feet”. That was completely opposite of what I thought I had – and I had always tried hiding my toes because of it, and this is why: When I was in high school, a boy that I’d had a huge crush on for several years made fun of my feet, saying I had short, stubby toes like an elephant and they looked like I kicked in a wall. Wow, yes, he was that mean. I became super self-conscious of my feet after that. I had also been made fun of for having such wrinkly soles, but for foot fetish men, this is a huge plus. So fuck what anyone else thinks, because now I can make cash from my stubby toes and wrinkled soles. 😉
I had plenty of shoes to sell and did quite well when I began. I learned that good photos are key to selling anything, and before long, I had an entire collection of foot photos that I also eventually ended up selling. I had some strange requests, like squishing strawberries between my toes and even sucking my own toes, but I drew the line when someone asked me to step in dog shit with my bare feet.
At some point, I moved to a large city where monthly foot fetish parties were held. There, I met men that would pay me to “model” my feet to them in person, which usually meant them rubbing my feet and sucking my toes. A few wanted “foot jobs”, which is like a hand job but with feet. For me, it was easy work and a way to network safely, because other women could verify whether or not someone was safe to work with alone.
Now that I am back to my old self and single again, I’m getting back into the foot fetish business, setting up some photo shoots, and trying to figure out which of my smelly or worn shoes I want to sell. More to post about this later…