My Non-Traditional Origin to My Foot Fetish (Tell Me If I’m Wrong.!)
Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 8:47 am
Hello, again. My name is Cole and I am super-excited about this website. It’s also a place to share my experiences with women’s hosed feet. While the first scene I ever saw was Mrs. Layton playing footsie with Jack on “Three’s Company,” (my all-time favorite scene), my early experiences that followed that scene were what I call “non-traditional.” Let me explain what I mean and if the community would, TELL ME IF I’M WRONG:
I grew up with my mother and two older sisters. They were 13 and 12 years older. The younger sister is named Tamela. She’s my sister, counselor, listener, and many ways, my best friend. She picked on me. Laughed with me. Took up for me. Even disciplined me when it was necessary. Overall, she loves me tremendously and I tremendously love her!!! I still love her today. I was closer to her than my other sister. Tamela, with all of her gifts, talents, charisma, and heart, I say this with conflicting feelings: She had beautiful, beautiful feet. I could not resist watching her feet, whether she was shoe playing, heel dropping or twirling her bare feet, they were beautiful. Sad to say, the conflict was she is my sister.
One night, I was 9 years old and she was 20. She worked at a restaurant called Shoney’s. The requirement was a waitress’s skirt and skin-toned pantyhose. Nearly every time, my 9-year-old body was boiling, especially in my groin, but at that age I did not understand why. That night my mom had to pick both of my sisters up from different restaurants. Tamela was picked up first. She walked to the car and sat in the back seat on the right side of me while I was sitting in the middle. She got in the car and started talking about how tired she was. While we were sitting there, Lionel Richie’s song, “Love Will conquer All,” and something happened that totally caught me off guard: SHE TOOK HER SHOES OFF, LAID BACK ON HER SEAT, AND PUT HER PANTYHOSED FEET IN MY LAP!!! All of a sudden, my pants grew tighter!!! She looked at me and sung that song while she was relaxing. She was stretching and twirling her hosed feet in my lap. My mother was driving the car and sitting in the front while we were sitting in the back. Tamela was talking to my mother who was the driver while simultaneously giving me a hosed foot show. At this point I was a statue and I knew that if I moved a muscle, I would explode where her feet were. She even used my legs to tap her feet on my knees with the music she was listening. I even remember how perfect the clear toenail paint on her toenails showing through those pantyhose. They were sheer perfection. When my other sister finally got off, she got in the passenger seat. But my sister kept her feet in my lap until we got home. I realized that her toes were 2-3 inches away from my crotch. This sounds bad, but I sometimes wished I had the nerve to pull her feet closer to my crotch; but I was too nervous, too hypnotized by her feet, and, in the end knew that, Tam was my sister. Just before we got home, it was then I exploded; but my mom and sisters were too busy talking to each other, that they didn’t realize that the only male in the car came in his pajama pants. I don’t think Tamela knew that I came in my pants either.
Am I wrong for loving this experience and enjoying it? Do you think she knew about my fetish or do you think she was just being goofy? Please let me know if I was wrong.
-Cole
I grew up with my mother and two older sisters. They were 13 and 12 years older. The younger sister is named Tamela. She’s my sister, counselor, listener, and many ways, my best friend. She picked on me. Laughed with me. Took up for me. Even disciplined me when it was necessary. Overall, she loves me tremendously and I tremendously love her!!! I still love her today. I was closer to her than my other sister. Tamela, with all of her gifts, talents, charisma, and heart, I say this with conflicting feelings: She had beautiful, beautiful feet. I could not resist watching her feet, whether she was shoe playing, heel dropping or twirling her bare feet, they were beautiful. Sad to say, the conflict was she is my sister.
One night, I was 9 years old and she was 20. She worked at a restaurant called Shoney’s. The requirement was a waitress’s skirt and skin-toned pantyhose. Nearly every time, my 9-year-old body was boiling, especially in my groin, but at that age I did not understand why. That night my mom had to pick both of my sisters up from different restaurants. Tamela was picked up first. She walked to the car and sat in the back seat on the right side of me while I was sitting in the middle. She got in the car and started talking about how tired she was. While we were sitting there, Lionel Richie’s song, “Love Will conquer All,” and something happened that totally caught me off guard: SHE TOOK HER SHOES OFF, LAID BACK ON HER SEAT, AND PUT HER PANTYHOSED FEET IN MY LAP!!! All of a sudden, my pants grew tighter!!! She looked at me and sung that song while she was relaxing. She was stretching and twirling her hosed feet in my lap. My mother was driving the car and sitting in the front while we were sitting in the back. Tamela was talking to my mother who was the driver while simultaneously giving me a hosed foot show. At this point I was a statue and I knew that if I moved a muscle, I would explode where her feet were. She even used my legs to tap her feet on my knees with the music she was listening. I even remember how perfect the clear toenail paint on her toenails showing through those pantyhose. They were sheer perfection. When my other sister finally got off, she got in the passenger seat. But my sister kept her feet in my lap until we got home. I realized that her toes were 2-3 inches away from my crotch. This sounds bad, but I sometimes wished I had the nerve to pull her feet closer to my crotch; but I was too nervous, too hypnotized by her feet, and, in the end knew that, Tam was my sister. Just before we got home, it was then I exploded; but my mom and sisters were too busy talking to each other, that they didn’t realize that the only male in the car came in his pajama pants. I don’t think Tamela knew that I came in my pants either.
Am I wrong for loving this experience and enjoying it? Do you think she knew about my fetish or do you think she was just being goofy? Please let me know if I was wrong.
-Cole