For the longest time I was ashamed of my foot fetish.
I mean, it seems difficult. Something you can’t really control. But, for the longest time I struggled with it.
Now, well, there’s pictures and videos of me with a foot in my face and a pathetic grin – but there’s a reason for that grin. And, that’s partially acceptance.
“I’ll pre-warn you, my feet are sweaty”
This didn’t bother me. She knew it didn’t bother me. It was said to excite me.
But, in saying this before I removed Her boots… this did present a challenge.
There’s a few things I want to celebrate in this post.
There are some things people who know me will likely know.
I’ve been a filming slave for the past 18 months knocking up nearly 100 clips.
I love it when a plan comes together…
There were a few things we’d wanted to do… why not do them all in the same long weekend.
So, we did – and a weekend of vanilla fun and general kink unfolded beautifully.
Office Secret Santa’s, they’re a kind of enforced fun, I guess. I partake annually and usually receive chocolates or a stationery set or something – my co-workers seem to receive a mixture of similarly bland gifts, but the odd interesting novelty gift. I always try to make an effort on gifts.
The young lady whose name I drew this year seems thrilled with the book I got her from the TV series she never seems to shut up about. So, that’s nice.