Guest Writer October

Dear readers, today I'm introducing the monthly guest writer entry for Sex Won't Bite. Every last Thursday of the Month you'll get to hear a new voice writing about one of the themes of Sex Won't Bite. I will normally invite these people myself, but if you have anything you would like to share concerning surreal sex, dating behavior, sexual freedom and ethics or art please do contact me. It'd be a pleasure for me to provide the platform to free yourself and speak. Also, there are many good, interesting and funny things out there and I just can't screen them all!

This month's entry comes from the owner of a very peculiar fetish porn website. I was curious about the background and experience of that very special fetish. Out of that comes today's post.

It isn't only a fascinating story, but it's very touching too.

It's an introduction to a world most of us don't know, and for those who do it may be something to relate to. It's also a scream asking for understanding, for the freedom to express one's true sexuality without other individuals rejecting it because of fear.

In the last part of his entry he also writes a little about his website and what made him start it. We chose not to include a link to his site, since it's not the blog's nor my guest's goal to sell you anything and we found this might have given a wrong impression. However, if after reading you are curious about it or interested, you can contact me and I'll link you to it.


Fetish: A blessing or a burden ?


My story.

I have been a fetishist my whole life, at least as far as I remember. My fetish? Male feet, particularly in socks and shoes.

While growing up I never thought whether it was ordinary or odd; I just took it as another asset I was going to live with. Still occasionally I was afraid of being the only one in the world with this passion. A passion I couldn't explain yet.



My family was composed as follows: a father who fled quite early from my childhood and drunk himself into despair; a very strong, gorgeous mother empowered by the feminist movement of which she was a leading figure; two older brothers and a loving nanny.


Given these circumstances I have always lived in my own world. My fetish became but another part of that wonderful, complex, often lonely microcosm I was creating for myself.



In this parallel universe, male feet were an important part. And it was going to be my secret. I started to unconsciously research for the right shoes and socks to look for in a man.


I would often end up lying, ever so casually, at my mother’s friend’s feet, in the absurd hope that at one point they would place them on me. Why would they do that? I was thinking exactly the opposite: Why would anyone not place his feet on a kid lying on the floor?.



I also remember I used to cut out photos out of magazines. Pictures of fashionable men, beautiful men, politicians, actors whose socks were in sight. I would then lock myself up in my room, place a hand in between my legs pretending it was the foot of one of those semi gods and jerk off in my pants. Once, when I was 13, I came in class by robbing my crotch against my desk. One of my classmates was constantly playing with his penny loafers and I couldn't hold myself. In my fantasy world he was doing it for me



Puberty came and it was pretty obvious to me I was gay as early as my love for male feet started. I still had no idea whether to consider it strange or yet another asset of my world to be.


At the age of 16 I started having sex and dating older boys. They all wore more mature and interesting foot wear and socks. At that time I wasn't really justifying my choices that way though, I just liked older guys.



My very first, roman boyfriend was a revelation. I was 17 and he was 20. I never gave him any indication of the fact that I liked feet, or socks and shoes but the first night we spent together it happened. I was lying on the bed and I pulled his hips to my face to give him my first blowjob ever. All of the sudden I felt his beautiful, big, elegant feet grabbing my stiff cock and he started, very impressively, to jerk it. Needless to say I came in an instant. Not very often you get a chance to experience two amazing feelings for the first time in one night.



From that moment on he would always, at one point or another, voluntarily or invited, play with his socked feet on my cock. I loved this guy ;-) and he made me feel, in the end, that this passion of mine was as ordinary and “accepted” as anything else in love making. Little did I know. We ended up breaking up and my search started again.



Boys liked me; I was an attractive, sexy young fellow with SEX written all over my face. So they came and they went. Often, when making out, my hand ended up grabbing their shoes and with a subtle, sensual gesture taking them off. Some of them were surprised, went along, but never thought about playing with my friendly cock; others were annoyed and would put their shoes back on. I started feeling an outcast and my fantasy world was slowly starting to crack.



I moved to NY where I had several boyfriends and the story stayed the same, some were fine with it, others made me feel lonely and misunderstood. One thing they all had in common: none took the time to understand that this was what I actually liked. Maybe when you are a fetishist you are more sensitive about satisfying your lover‘s needs, whichever they may be, because you always wished someone would do the same for you. But I have to say some of these men were good to me and tried.



I became political about it and promised never to compromise such an important part of who I was for another man. Take it or leave it. It was then that I met the man of my dreams, the man that was going to be my guardian angel for the next 11 years.



When, for the first time I placed his foot on my crotch he spontaneously started to play along and would ultimately give me a great foot job. He told me later that he had never thought about this as a possible sexual act. But from that day on he made it into his art. I often saw him exercise and play with his toes to get better at it. He became the best in the business. Together with his unconditioned love, I got the best foot jobs I could possibly wish for. I thought the male orgasm was the way I always had them: exciting but a mechanical act. Boy I was wrong.



He wanted to know everything about this passion: what the mental implications were, what turned me on about it. Why a pair of socks more than another? or a pair of shoes?. He understood my fetishism in all its complexity and my orgasms became more like those of a woman than of a man. The mental aspect became impressively important.

He passed away a year and a half ago.



My life has changed forever and I know deep in my heart that I will never meet another angel in my life. So now I am not so concerned with finding love, I have had it at its highest and I am thankful for life. I also thought love would last forever but I was wrong. Now that I have accepted this another thought is constantly crossing my mind: how will I ever satisfy my undeniable hunger for feet, socks and shoes again?



My quest



I started researching about it, now, after so many years from that famous night with my young roman boyfriend.



SEXUAL FETISHISM: sexual attraction to objects or body parts not conventionally viewed as being sexual in nature. (Doesn’t that remind you of how the world considers gay, lesbian and transsexuals?).



The term, and this is interesting, was used by the Portuguese to refer to objects used in religious cults, how ironic, by the West African natives. Karl Marx refers to commodity fetishism as an important component of capitalism. Finally, I found out Sigmund Freud appropriated the concept to describe a form of parafilia in which the object of affection is an inanimate object or a specific part of a person.



There are different classes of fetishists, from mild ones to thieves (who steal the object that turns them on) and even to killers willing to murder to posses the specific part of their desire from an innocent body. By many it is considered a condition to be cured through intensive therapy. I, with joy, discovered I am part of Class II: the Cravers. Nothing to be afraid of. I have a passion, maybe close to obsession but since I love sex for the joy of sex when the object of my desire is denied I can still enjoy a “normal”, healthy sex session. What a relief.



Then I found something that made my heart skip a bit. Fetishism also has been a reaction to epidemic sexually transmitted disorders. For example, during the AIDS crisis, people finally started to see the foot as a new sexual item. It is definitely safe and if so many people do it, why not try it. I now discovered that people are intrigued by this newly found practice.



When I tell men about my love for feet and what it does to me they want to try and see if they can make me cum with theirs. How fascinating. And so my search for the best sock job has started again. I met a few contestants and I have to say it’s amazing how fast we, human beings, can adapt and learn to produce a “new” way to give pleasure.



Albert Einstein once said: The mind is like a parachute: it only works when it opens.



My website



In 1996 I bought my very first PC and the first thing I did was surf the net for socks/shoes themed web sites. I found many, but of all of them only one triggered my interest. The quality was impressive and it matched almost entirely with my own fantasies. I immediately subscribed to it and started downloading all the videos and photos they had. It satisfied both my fetishes, socks/shoes and voyeurism.



One day the site changed look, name and owners. I wrote a message to the administrator to ask what had happened to the only salvation I had on the net. I received a very kind message saying that the previous founder, David, had died of AIDS complications.

Since that moment there was no site left that would satisfy me. That why I, together with my angel, started to make amateur videos containing what I had always wished to see. I showed them to some of my sock buddies and they all seemed to love them. At least, they always asked for more.

That brought me to the idea: why don‘t you try to sell them?.

I put up a simple website, and it works well. Still, I have this dream of opening the Ultimate socks/shoes web site. The one I have always dreamt of finding.



A proud fetishist.