This is the story of when I first was introduced to the worl..

This is the story of when I first was introduced to the world of feet. I am changing my exlovers name for his privacy even though he was very mean to me towards the end.
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I’d always thought of my feet as something ordinary—functional, unremarkable. They carried me through the day, never drawing attention unless they hurt or I stubbed my toe. But David... he saw something different.

I didn’t know it at first, this fascination he had. It started out simple enough, a subtle shift in the way he’d look at me when I’d slip off my shoes after a long day. He’d glance down, his eyes lingering on my feet, then back up to mine with a softness that made my heart skip. I thought maybe I was imagining things, that it was just a fleeting moment. But over time, it became clear that it was more than just curiosity. He adored them.

One evening, as we settled onto the couch after a long day, I tucked my feet underneath me, as I often did when I wanted to feel cozy. Without saying a word, David gently lifted untucked my legs and laid me down on the couch. He kissed me on the lips, then he traveled down. Pausing at my most sensitive areas. Warming them with his breath. He reached my feet. He kissed the arch of my foot. And ran his tough from heal to big toe. I shuddered. My foot, his hands warm and careful as they cradled it. His touch was so tender it felt almost reverent, as if my feet were fragile things made of glass.

"Let me," he whispered.

I could tell he was savoring the moment—his fingers tracing the arch of my foot, the soft pressure of his palms as he massaged away the tension in my heel. A shiver ran through me, not from cold but from the way he treated me again so gently, so purposefully. My feet, which had always seemed so insignificant to me, were suddenly the center of his attention, and I found myself overcome with a strange warmth, a quiet joy.

"You always make me feel like I'm something precious," I said softly, not expecting him to answer. But he did.

"You are," he said, looking up at me with an intensity that took my breath away. "Especially your feet. They carry you through this world in the most graceful way."

I laughed, but it wasn’t mocking. It was... amazed. "My feet? Really?"

"Yes," he nodded, pressing his lips to the top of my foot, his eyes closed as if he were savoring the moment. "They're beautiful to me. Every part of you is beautiful."

I didn’t know how to respond. No one had ever spoken to me this way about something so simple. But as he continued to caress my feet, pressing his lips against the delicate skin of my ankle, I realized it wasn’t just my feet he adored. It was the whole of me—every inch, every part, no matter how small or unnoticed.

He kissed each toe softly, his breath warm on my skin. "You’re perfect," he murmured, his voice low and sincere. "In ways you don’t even see."

I closed my eyes, letting myself be lost in the sensation of his hands, his lips, the deep connection between us that grew stronger with every tender touch. The way he loved me—so completely, so attentively—made me feel cherished in a way I never had before. Not just for the person I was, but for every inch of me, even the quietest parts that most people overlooked.

I didn’t need to say anything more. He already knew. And in his eyes, I was everything. We made love and he showed me a whole new world…👣

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When did you realize you loved feet? David (fake name) was a good man and lover until he wasn’t. Let me know if you want to hear more of our story.