I’ve got a bit of a rep for being a filth monger.  The descriptions of this here site on some other people’s sites and blogrolls warn of the content here.  That’s fair enough I suppose, even if I do have a get out of jail free safe button there on the side, just in case someone looks over your shoulder.

It’s no secret that I’m quite partial to the odd fetish.  Lesbians, stockings, strap ons (watching or receiving, the red heads choice), red heads, and feet.

I love feet.  You all know this.  I love toes, socks, strappy shoes, anything to do with women’s dainty little tootsies really.

I think that’s as far as my fetish portfolio goes.  I have this fantasy of nailing a set of midget triplets, but that’s for another post.

Some people wonder how a man could have a foot fetish, I can’t explain it really, it just dawned on me one day:  I love to nosh on toes.  I suppose you can’t really explain any fetish.  Well maybe the men who love to dress up as babies miss the affection they never got as children, or they want to fuck their mothers.  Men who hold a lot of power and responsibility in real life might like to be dominated by a prostitute in a city center hotel on tax payers money, maybe they like the switch in roles, or they like to get fucked while fucking the rest of us.

How do you explain this one:

It’s safe for work, sort of.

The fetish of Gut Flopping.

Had enough?  Of course not.

“If you were a pillow I’d have to fluff you up”. Right.

So next time I go on about a pop star having her foot ankle deep in my rectum for the sake of my foot fetish, you won’t think any less of me.

Will you?