Bare-ing Soles

Sometimes, I have really stinky feet. I mean so stinky even I can smell them, and right now is one of those times. As I sat here pondering my stinky feet and wondering what it is that makes foot worship one of my favorite things, a distant memory popped up. It is the type of memory that only makes sense to me now. 

When I was younger, I hung out with the kids on my block. I was the self declared queen and no one dared to question my authority. I ruled the playground, the neighborhood and all the kids in our little crew. Everyone came to my blanket fort to pay their respects.  

One neighbor in particular, named Michael, frequented my blanket fort and endlessly pledged loyalty to my self proclaimed crown. On this one day I recall, he was in my fort telling me how much he loved me. Keep in mind, I was about 8 at this point and he was 10. I told him that if he really did love me and respected my crown, he would kiss and rub my feet. And to my surprise, he did.

He is now a member of the United States Navy, married and has two beautiful children. I wonder if he kisses his wife's feet. 

Its so interesting how fetishes can sometimes be traced to a very specific moment.....