You won't get any answer if you ask it like that. As a matter of fact, officialy, feet are still considered as a passion for fetish freaks. Guys are too ashamed to admit they get excited when they see female feet.
If you want feet pics, use that trick: ask for pics of women in high heels. Look at
this thread , you'll see that it works very well: Everybody loves feet, they just need a reason so they can act like it's not for feet.
A lot of guys are ashamed of theit foot fetishes but I'm proud of mine and no woman has ever seemed bothered by my worshipping her feet. In fact, with only one exception, every time I've worshipped a pair of feet, I've ended up fucking her.
If you're ashamed of your foot fetish, I urge you to read my story.
I'm 38 and I first discovered my foot fetish shortly after I reached puberty. When I was 12, I became attracted to girls and when I was about 14, I discovered that I was as attracted to the foot as much as if not more than any other part of the female body. Even if I saw a nude woman in a movie or magazine, my eyes were often drawn to her feet, especially if her soles were visible. I would soon come to realize that the female sole is the absolute biggest visual turn on to me. I can stare at soles for hours without ever getting tired of them.
Often when I was in school, I looked to see if any of the girls who sat in front of me had taken off their shoes during class. If so, I stared at their feet and sometimes got a massive hard on in the process. And sometimes in libraries, restaurants and other public places, if I saw a barefooted woman, I attempted to sit or stand in an area in which I could stare at her feet, especially her soles.
At 16, I began masturbating and when I did, I was often thinking about feet. Though I also loved knockers, cunts, asses and thighs, I got very irritated that often in porno magazines, women were completely nude except for wearing shoes.
A few weeks after I started masturbating, I developed my first major crush – an Amazon girl named Michelle, who was 6’0” tall and had brown skin. I first became attracted to her when I saw her walk barefooted to a swimming pool. But in my two years as her classmate, I never got the pleasure of seeing her soles despite many times in which she was wearing slip on shoes with no socks and I watched her intensely in the hope that she would take them off and point her soles in my direction. She was the subject of many of my early jack off sessions.
But even as much pleasure as feet brought me, I was very uncomfortable with it. I thought I was the only foot fetishist in the world and was ashamed of and embarrassed by that part of my sexuality. I kept it a total secret.
When I was in my late teens/early 20s, I lived in a one bedroom apartment, on the ground floor and in the back, in a building of eight apartments. The woman immediately upstairs from me, a Native American named Rhonda, often walked outside barefooted or in my favorite female footwear, flip flops. The woman across the hall from me, a white woman named Shelia, often worked in her garden, wearing flip flops. Both were about 10 years older than me and I barely knew either one. Their faces were ordinary but I often peaked through the curtains and jacked off while staring at their hot feet. I shot several big loads on the curtains and floor in what they didn’t realize were peep shows.
Furthermore, Shelia often left her flip flops, which were usually very grassy by the time she was ready to go inside, right outside her front door. Sometimes while she was at work, I went across the hall, grabbed them, took them to my apartment, jacked off with them, cleaned all the cum off them, and took them back before she got home from work.
I first talked about my foot fetish to phone sex operators, when I started buying phone sex, at the age of 21. None seemed turned off by it but I thought maybe they were just doing their jobs.
But when I was 22, while out shopping for porno magazines, I noticed a foot fetish magazine called "Thigh High." I was amazed that such a magazine existed and I bought it immediately. It had some of the most exciting pictures I’d seen up to that point. The magazine was only a quarterly, indicating that it had only a niche audience, but for the first time, I realized that I wasn't quite alone in my foot fetish, which was comforting to me.
Finally, when I was 27 and starting to explore the internet, I discovered some foot fetish sites, and since then have discovered many, many more. I’ve also discovered and joined several online foot fetish communities. All of that has combined to make me realize how many of us there are out there, which has been a great feeling.
When I was 28, I finally had foot sex for the first time. I was a few weeks into a live-in relationship with a beautiful 18-year old girl from Norway. Her name was Heidi, she had long, blonde hair, was 5’6”, 150 lbs. and had a soft, luscious pair of 6.5s. Up to that point, I hid my foot fetish from all of my girlfriends. But Heidi had only been sexually active for a few weeks (she was a complete virgin when she moved in with me) and seemed very open minded and willing to try different things and let me be her sexual teacher. So I went down to the other end of the bed and asked her to jack me off with her feet. She did without hesitation and made me cum on the sheets.
A few months later, Heidi was giving me a blow job and I moved her lower body into position for a 69. She was on her knees, which meant that her cunt was right over my face and her feet were to the sides of my face. Impulsively, having waited so many years to lick a woman's feet, I was overcome by my passion. She and I ended up doing an unusual 69 - she gave me a blow job while I zealously licked her soles.
Since then, I've worshipped several other pairs of feet, most recently last week with a 44-year old woman who I had just met online. She answered the door barefooted and I sat down on the living room couch to her right. She switched leg positions several times, eventually sitting with her right leg straight ahead and her left leg under her right leg and pointed at me. I grabbed her leftleg, put it in the same position but on top of her right leg. From there, I began massaging her left foot with both hands and then kissing it. She said she loved it and that she'd never gotten a foot massage before - which leads me to say that not a single woman whose feet I've worshipped has seemed bothered by it. In fact, I've found that women generally love for their feet to get attention.
I'm now completely comfortable with and even proud of my foot fetish. And it's been great meeting some of my fellow foot fetishists, and trading pictures, videos and stories with them. We're lucky because we are able to get more pleasure than the other guys, as we appreciate more of the female body.