Dovetailing on my sock fetish post from yesterday, I realize that if I want other men to truly worship my feet, I need to take better care of them. All of these summer days at the pool have really taken a toll.
I’ve been thinking about this foot fetish party I went to a couple of years ago, and about how turned on I got kicking back and having guys worship my socked feet. Since no one else seems to be planning events like that in my area, I think I might have to take on the job.
Fuck. I have a lunch meeting with a new, mature, sexy client today. Thankfully, he’s a colleague and not a subordinate. So if he picks up what I’m putting down at lunch, I’ll be having him over later.