Several months ago, my girlfriend surprised me with a rather unusual birthday present. It was a gift certificate for a pedicure and foot massage at a local spa — made out in her name. Considering it was my birthday, this might not sound like much of a gift to you. Then again, you don’t know me as well as Peyton does — especially when it comes to my foot fetish.

I adore Peyton’s feet — they’re compact and perfectly shaped, with toes I love to suck and highly arched soles that practically demand a lengthy, lingering exploration with my tongue.

“I know you love watching me have my tootsies taken care of,” she said as she drove us to our city’s downtown area. I had to agree that was an understatement.

“So I figured this’ll be a real treat... Read More