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Love's First Taste

My Worshiper. My King.

· HERstory

His confidence made me curious.

My sixteenth year of life holds so many little treasures contributing to my foot fetish herstory. In hindsight, I can't imagine my life to have led me in any other direction. My path seemed clear. As I shared in a previous entry (Born A Goddess), I felt immediately comfortable participating in trampling and foot worship activities. A big part of why is attributed to my long-distance high school sweetheart, who is now my husband.

He made the trip up from Georgia to spend the holiday with me that year, Christmas 2001. Our families were already close. They knew of our infatuation with one another, but weren't so convinced it would ever grow into a bond worth encouraging. When I saw him that evening, the butterflies of nervousness fluttered uncontrollably and all I wanted to do was surround myself in his energy and enjoy the peace he so easily brought me. To this day, he is the only person to make me think marriage might actually be in my future.

Around midnight, we were delighted to be finally getting some semblance of alone time. With a family member sleeping soundly nearby, we moved almost silently to close the gap between us. We were pretty innocent back then, so all we did was hold hands and kiss lightly. Relocating to the floor, he pulled my sock-covered feet into his lap. He had playfully mentioned he had a foot fetish previously, but I had no idea what that meant or how I would respond if he attempted to play with my feet. No one had touched my feet before then.

As he removed my sock from my left foot, I covered my mouth to muffle my giggling. I wondered what he was doing and kicked gently at him to stop. I fought him for a second, concerned that my feet might be smelly, but when I realized what he was trying to do, I gave in and smiled a huge, goofy smile as he brought the very tips of my toes to his lips. Watching my reactions intently, he kissed the lengths of my toes, pausing at the ball of my foot to give a fuller kiss. Then, I felt the slight nibble of his teeth. I was captivated and getting chills with every tiny movement of his warm, confident mouth.

He wasn't able to greet my arches before we were interrupted. Back then, no one dared leave us alone for very long. I remember feeling unfulfilled and disappointed, anticipating the next opportunity we would have. Sadly, that time didn't come for many, many years. On the sunny side, we now have the rest of our lives to make up for it ♥

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When was your first foot worship experience? Do you remember yours as fondly as I remember mine? Leave a comment or question for me below and don't forget to hit the "subscribe" button to see all my upcoming entries

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