I'm not one for accessories myself - in the bedroom, like - although I know a lot of those foot people are. Heels it is mostly that they go in for, apparently - there's not much fetish value in a clumpy orthopaedic sandal now is there? So it's stilettos in post-box red and shiny black peep-toe boots. Transparent shoes, now that's one that's new to me. Elegant white dance shoes. And even some hardcore sites devoted to schoolgirls' pumps, worn with those lacy white knee socks. To my mind, that's a bit worrying. Can imagine them hanging around outside school gates offering to do up girls' shoelaces. Yuk.
I'm only visiting when I go on those websites. Window shopping, you might say. I don't enjoy doing it (mucky buggers they are, those foot people). Some of it I find quite upsetting. But mostly it's just dull, like flicking through a Scholl catalogue. Endless repetition of the same amateur photos 'here's my wife wearing the silver platforms I bought her for Christmas - I like the way her instep is exposed by the straps blahblahblah'. S'alright if you're into it, I suppose, but I'm not an initiate, as I say.
But some of them get you thinking. I mean, I started seriously considering telling my daughter to stop wearing flip flops and sandals and anything that exposes her instep. It's the instep they're into, those dirty buggers. Wouldn't believe some of the things they get up to with a lady's instep. Rubbing themselves against it etcetera etcetera. And naturally then I started to wonder how your average mucky bugger of a foot fetishist feels about his own daughter going out wearing shoes like that. Or his wife.
Maureen, at work, she always wears these awful clumpy black men's trainer boots and I often wonder. Wonder if it's her David that has her wear them, so he can keep her sweaty insoles, her flat-bottomed toes for his eyes only.
Ooh, it makes me feel queer to think of Maureen's toes in that way. Not that she's not a nice lady I mean but still. Hardly Sharon Stone.
But then I start to pity them a bit, the fetishists I mean. Well, it's only a harmless bit of fun, isn't it? And if men want to look at Sally - that's my older one - want to look at her feet (which by the way are a bit gnarled what with all the dancing she does) well I suppose it won't do any harm. I bet they do that, on hot days. Go and sit on buses and things, on park benches, and wait for a nice looking young girl with a pretty instep or nicely curved arches to go by and then go home and have a good hard think about it, if you catch my drift. Let's move the subject on, I'm feeling a bit queasy.
The point is, the internet's all about people talking. Sharing ideas. Meeting like-minded sorts. Just imagine what a great feeling it must be to spend your life thinking you're the only one, and then suddenly you meet a whole world of them - people like you I mean - chattering away to each other. Marvellous, that feeling would be. To feel you're part of it. One big electronic community of perverts! Would make you feel kind of proud, wouldn't it? Like there's hope yet for this world.
Anyway, as I say, I'm not into it - feet. Well, it's a bit exotic for me and Franny, to tell you the truth. She doesn't even like to have the lights on these days, not since her hysterectomy anyway. But I like to drop by the chatrooms sometimes. Just to see what goes on. It's good to keep in touch with these things.
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