I was asked by a YouTuber why there are many people who like feet and this is what I replied to him:
From what I've read on the topic, it is because in our culture, our feet are covered most of the time and we don't see other people's feet very often. So only when you're intimate with someone, you get to see their feet. Also, because they're very ticklish, and tickles are a nice sensation that makes people laugh. In addition, they smell funny: whether you accept it or not, we humans are animals, and we respond to smells produced by others and it can cause arousal.
Hope this answered your question.
Kevin
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Why do lots of people like feet?
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Smelly fun
When I was 9 years old I'd go to the playground as that of McDonald's or other kids' playgrounds where we were required to take off our shoes. So there we were lots of boys with socked feet and others without socks. The smell of all our our feet and socks together created an ambiance that I thought was disgusting at first, but then I got used to it and I ended up liking it.
Once in the ball pool I started playing tickles with other boy and we tickled each others feet and even put them close to our faces. They smelled funny to me, not a putrid smell, but just the smell of boys' sweaty feet and I liked it.
We kept tickling each other for another ten minutes until he had to go. I will never forget that moment and the feet of that boy. That's why I like to see and smell boys' feet because I try to make that moment recursive in my life, that moment that I treasure so much in the memory of my senses.
Once in the ball pool I started playing tickles with other boy and we tickled each others feet and even put them close to our faces. They smelled funny to me, not a putrid smell, but just the smell of boys' sweaty feet and I liked it.
We kept tickling each other for another ten minutes until he had to go. I will never forget that moment and the feet of that boy. That's why I like to see and smell boys' feet because I try to make that moment recursive in my life, that moment that I treasure so much in the memory of my senses.
Posted by KevinKid at 11:47 AM 4 comments
Labels: boys feet socks fetish
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