I must tell you of a recent experience I had, one I believe would not have happened if not for your magazine. I’m twenty-four years old and, until two years ago, when I was introduced to your magazine, I had always felt somewhat weird. I am a woman with a foot fetish.

I can’t really pinpoint the time I realized I was sexually aroused by feet, but the feelings have only gotten stronger in the last few years. In fact, recently I have become aroused by other women’s feet.

Three weeks ago, I was having dinner with a few friends of mine. After our meal we retired to the family room. I sat on the floor at the feet of a friend, Rosie. For at least twenty minutes, she drove me crazy as she dangled her shoe just on the end of her toes. Mercifully her shoe fell off and she decided to discard the other one. I attempted not to stare, but I did manage a few glimpses of her dainty tootsies.

The conversation drifted to beauty secrets. I decided to take a chance and comment on Rosie’s feet. “Who does your nails, Rosie? They look great,” I said, taking a good long look at her feet. Rosie looked down at her feet and said, “Oh, I get a pedicure once a month; it’s great. Not only do my nails look good, but it’s really relaxing with the massage.” I was intrigued and asked Rosie a number of questions.

After a couple of weeks of debating with myself, I called the number she had given me and made an appointment. On the day of my appointment, I couldn’t keep my mind on work. Finally came the time for my appointment — my heart began to race, and my palms were sweaty. Just the thought of someone working on my feet was getting me wet.

Lucinda introduced herself and escorted me to a private room. I removed my shoes and knee-highs and put my feet in a whirlpool massager. Lucinda asked me if I wanted a magazine and excused herself for a few minutes. When she returned she began working on my feet-first a cream, gently applied, then clipping and filing my nails. Each time Lucinda handled my foot, I became wetter. My nipples hardened, and I thought I was going to have an orgasm right there in the chair!

After a few minutes, Lucinda began massaging my feet. God, it was great. Her hands were soft and literally encased my feet. As Lucinda rubbed my soles, I let out a couple of low moans. “Feel good?” she asked. “Great,” I replied. After a couple of coats of fire-engine-red nail polish, I paid Lucinda her fee, adding a well-deserved tip.

As I was leaving, Lucinda handed me a card with her name and phone number. “If you’re interested, I do foot massages at home,” she said with a wink. Could I have found a sole mate?

I called Lucinda two days later and set up another meeting. I really wasn’t sure what to expect, but I could not pass up the possibility. Lucinda greeted me at the door in an oversized shirt, skintight pants and bare feet. She offered me some tea, and we chatted for a few minutes. Then suddenly she stood up and said, “Well, let’s get to the fun!” I swallowed hard and smiled.

Lucinda took my hand and led me to a large recliner. I sat down and began to remove my shoes. Lucinda put her hand on mine and shook her head. “Let me do the work. You just relax.” The recliner went back and I could feel my pussy getting wet. Lucinda removed my shoes and socks and stroked my feet. “You have beautiful feet,” she said. I just closed my eyes.

Lucinda put on some light music and dimmed the lights. The anticipation was killing me. Finally she creamed up my feet and began to slowly massage them. “My God, this is heaven,” I whispered. Lucinda began working on my toes — a definite pleasure point of mine. I know that I began to purr as she slid her fingers between my toes. I wanted to finger my soaked vagina.

I loosened a couple of the buttons on my blouse. “Getting warm?” Lucinda asked. “No, just getting comfortable,” I replied and loosened my belt.

“Feel free to take those off,” Lucinda said. “Here, let me help.” She began to tug on my pants legs. Without thinking, I raised my hips, and then my pants were on the floor. “Better?” Lucinda asked. I smiled and nodded.

Lucinda returned her attention to my feet. Her hands stroked my insteps, soles, ankles and calves. My mind began to drift — God, I was horny! Then Lucinda slowly raked her nails along the soles of my feet. I think I wet my pants. She continued to scratch my soles, and I simply flexed my feet, asking for more.

“I guess I found the spot,” Lucinda said. I looked down at her, kind of confused.

“We all have that one place that gets us hot. My toes do it for me,” Lucinda explained. I didn’t know what to say. Lucinda continued, “Yeah, I’m into feet too!” I just smiled and settled back in the recliner. Lucinda returned to stroking my soles, and then I felt her hand on my thigh. “It’s okay,” she reassured me, “unless you want to do it yourself.” I shook my head no, and Lucinda peeled down my panties.

Simultaneously, Lucinda stroked my feet and my pussy. Within minutes I was bucking in ecstasy. Lucinda’s finger penetrated my cunt, and I let out a squeal. I felt her tongue explore my insides — my body was out of control. I began to rub my breasts and finally exploded in rapture! An orgasm the likes of which I had never experienced shook me to the core. As I collapsed in the chair, Lucinda didn’t miss a beat and returned to massaging my toes.

I woke up twenty minutes later to find Lucinda standing over me with the biggest smile. “I would have let you sleep, but I wasn’t sure if you needed to be somewhere,” she said. “I’m sorry. I guess I was just overwhelmed,” I stammered. As I looked for my pants, I asked, “How much do I owe you?”

Lucinda laughed and said, “Nothing. Just return the favor sometime.” I took her hand and said, “How about now?” Lucinda grinned and led me to her bedroom.

She pulled off her shirt and exposed two perfectly shaped breasts. As her hands went to her pants, I stopped her and said, “Let me do the work.” She settled back on the bed, and I peeled off her tight pants. I cradled one of Lucinda’s feet in my hands and began to apply the loving touch. She began to stroke her nipples. My tongue found the “spot” Lucinda had told me about — her toes. I sucked each one as if it were a little cock. Lucinda was clearly losing control. Her fingers wandered to her pussy, and I quickened the pace with my tongue. She began to rock and buck until she climaxed and collapsed.

I stretched out next to Lucinda, and we held each other for over an hour. We made love a couple of more times and made arrangements to continue our pedicure pleasure.

Thanks, Variations, for letting me know I wasn’t alone and for giving me the hope I needed to keep looking for my beautiful sole mate.