Summer means sundresses, sandals and sundaes.

Summer means fireworks, flip-flops and fireflies. But most importantly to me, summer means bare feet. When else can you slide out of your shoes and go padding around without raising an eyebrow? I love being barefoot, having soft grass or warm sand beneath my feet — or even the sun-warmed boards of my backyard deck. There’s something insanely sensual, extremely sexual, to me about having my feet exposed. I also love looking at other people’s bare feet, especially women. Fortunately for me, my girlfriend indulges my fetish. If at first she was a bit coy — settling for peep-toe sandals or espadrilles — over the years, she’s become more adventurous with her footwear — or lack thereof.

That’s because she knows what her bare... Read More