Im Jake. I grew up in a strict baptist church. We did not own a television. Myself and my siblings were home schooled. Most of our activities were centered around the church or area like minded churches. We loved the outside. We were active.
As a teen , a new family moved to the area. They had a family comprible family size to myine. The oldest daughter was Julie. Our two families hung out quite a bit. We all became close friends.
We hung out at church. We also hung out outsude of church. Eventualy julie and i became closer. We became friends and then close friends. We eventualy decided to start a process similar to what some call courtship.basicaly we dated.
Things went well with us. With consultation with family and church and college oficials , we began to discus marriage.
Everyone has qirks. Some people hqve trouble pronouncing words. Some studer. Some get nervous. Some people have there own ant farm. Some stil have imiginary friends etc. Jules had a qirk of her own.
You see she had a foot fetish. As an independent fundimental baptist, she routinely wore dreses or skirts. She never wore pants except under dreses during winter outdoor activities. She wore dress shoes a lot.she commonly wore sandles or flip flops. She had a habit of taken off her shoes. I am schocked that she had not lost her shoes. She was often barefoot. That was not that uncommon for girls .
She liked to pant her nails. Again not a big deal. I had never heard the term foot fetish. I was nieve about that kind of stuff.
I did not pick up on it at first. It was subtle. On ocasion she asked me if i liked her shade of nail pilish? I was stuned by the question. It just seemed off the wall. It seemed out of no whare. It was kind of a looney tune questions. She was prety even keeled. That was what i believed at the time.
“Yea i like it. ” i said. ” i’m glad. ” she said. I was taken aback. I noticed she made comments about feet. She rubed her feet in front of me. She acted weird around me. At first it was unoticed by me. After a while it was unavoidible.
I had no idea what it was all about. ” mom i have noticed an odd paturn. “I told her. “Whats that?” she asked. “Julie is obsesed with her feet. She is always talking about that. She makes coments. It is kind of bizare. ” i said.
Her jaw dropped. She was shocked and stuned. She had different life experiences then i did. I grew up only attending independent fundimental Baptist. Mom grew up in a more evengelical baptist church. Mom watched telivison as a child. She knew a little more about the outside world that i did.
I was clueless what this ment. She had insight that i did not have. “This is something you should talk to your father about. ” she said.
I explaned things to dad. He got a scowl on his face. He usualy stayed in one spot. When he was deep in thought he paced though the room. After a few seconds, he stoped.
“I think Julia might have a foot fetish? ” he remarked. ” a what?” i asked. “Some people sexual desires arw triggered by some thing. For some three sexual desires are trigered by things objects. While there is a very smal sagment of society are trigered by feet. She may fall into that catagory. She may be unaware of it. ” he said.
Unwittingly stirred a hornets nest. My parents spoke to her parents. We were alowed to mantiain our relationship but more supervised. It was supwrvised before. She had to wear shoes for now. They tried to get her to wear sox. That was hard for her because she hatted sox. She did like nylons or panty hose though.
She toned down her foot fanaticism. We eventualy got engaged. We got maried and went on a honey moon. She wore flip flops. I was under the impreson that all of her sandles or flip flops had been given away or thown away. Perhaps she brought some without her parents knowledge. She painted her toes. I was also under the impreson that nail polish was banned by her parents.
We got to the hotel. We had traded driving. We were both tired. “Take off my sandles. Play with my feet! ” she said.
“Oh. I dont do stuff like that!” i said. “It is not banned in scripture. Come on. Give me a massage! ” she asked.i thought it over. I supposed that she was right. I decided to go along with it
I pulled off her sandles. I started to rub her feet. Her feet felt realy nice. Within secconds i was hooked. My thing went up.
After a while, i got on top of her. We removed each others cloths and went at it. I had no idea but it seems that i had a foot fetish. She usualy reveled hee feet and it got me into the mood.
We were a hspily maried couple. We had four children. We were busy in full time miniatry. No one was aware of the weird foot thing.
This story is not ment to be a commentary on foot fetish. Nor dows it endorse or condem foot fetish.