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  • footloveruk

  • Occupazione:
  • Interessi: sex, foot fetish, oral sex, masturbation, writing
  • Sesso: Uomo
  • Data di nascita: Settembre 1983
  • Gruppo etnico: Bianco
  • Situazione personale: Libero e single
  • Attitudini sessuali: Eterosessuale
  • Fumatore/fumatrice: No
  • Altezza: 175 cm 5 ft 9 in
  • Corporatura: Magro

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Hi. I'm a horny guy who lives in the UK. Things that turn me on particularly are foot fetish, cunnilingus and oral sex. Mainly foot fetish though. I write erotica and would generally rather get a women's shoes off than their knickers.

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My life as a foot lover - Part 7: Online Dating

I graduated from university, but shortly before that, I had split up with my girlfriend. While I was heartbroken, it didn’t take too long for me to realise I was now free to be promiscuous and have my way with any number of women.

It didn’t work out like that, and it was never going to.

I began what would become a series of (mis)adventures with online dating that left me frustrated and out of pocket. You will have seen the adverts – some of them are even being placed on non-adult sites, luring you in with promises such as ‘sex tonight’, ‘women waiting’, ‘women in your local area’. It’s clever stuff. Placing them on porn sites, it is bound to make us think we’d rather be actually having sex than watching somebody else do it.

The sad thing is that the vast majority of these sites are, in my estimation and experience, con jobs. There just isn’t the volume of women available as claimed and fake profiles are everywhere, sending you messages and then not replying to you once you have parted with some money to subscribe to the full service.

I have tried most – not all, but most. The first, which was when I was at university, was hornymatches.com. I had what seemed like a couple of genuine email conversations with a few women but never got anywhere. It was a while until I found a permanent job and got back online but when I did, as well as signing up to a standard dating site, I tried a few adult sites. Adult Fiend Finder and Sex Search were the first ones. Adult Friend Finder is probably the best I’ve come across even though it didn’t result in me meeting anybody. They also have a sister site to cater for fetishes. There were a few obvious fake profiles that were sending me messages, so I closed my account.

Sex Search was a strange one. I had a few emails from women, but it all seemed a bit weird. Vague answers and random messages put me off. That isn’t to say that such behaviour is limited only to adult dating sites. Using sites such as match.com and plentyoffish.com I’ve also had some genuinely bizarre conversations with women who apparently have no interest in actually meeting up and seem intent on wasting people’s time.

The only adult site where I did feel like I was getting somewhere was Sex In The UK (situk.com). Quite early on, a woman wanted me to come and worship her feet, and I made contact with several others, although I struggled to make it any further than a few establishing instant message chats before interest on one side or the other died away.

I had video chats with a couple of girls but didn’t fancy following it up in either case and was then contacted by someone purporting to be a single Mum who said she missed sex. She was keen for me to travel and meet her and I thought my luck was in. Leaving me a message to get in touch to arrange a meet on a Sunday, I headed back online, leaving her a message detailing when I would arrive by train. There was no immediate response, so I took a shower, preparing myself to make sure I would be ready.

As there was still no response, I decided to give it a miss. It could have been a lucky escape. I had their email address and postal address, so I put the former into Google and was directed to a Facebook profile of a middle-aged bloke. There might have been an entirely innocent explanation for it, but I resolved there and then to end my communication with her and took a few deep breaths as I realised just how potentially dangerous this whole world could be.

Not to mention expensive. I would estimate I’ve probably paid upwards of £500 into subscriptions to adult dating sites. That’s a lot of money for no return. I’ve also tried some of these ‘text for sex’ contacts you see online and in adult magazines. If you’re into what is essentially texting each other and sending racy photos then it’s all very well, but trying to get an actual meeting out of the girls (or the robots/men at the other end pretending) proved impossible, even if they claimed to be ‘just around the corner’ or ‘real close’.

Sex really does sell but if I were to have my time again, I would have forgotten about adult dating and gone straight down the route of escorts instead!

Nevertheless, some people smoke, some people drink, some people gamble, some people use illegal substances. My ‘vice’ has always been pornography and then paying for sex. I can think of worse things to be doing with my time – certainly from a health-wise point of view. I have been guilty of losing money through gambling – and losing a bigger sum than I have ploughed into sex sites. Ironically enough, when gambling, I’ve always had in mind that any profits will go back into my pursuit of sex although now I purely bet for a bit of fun.

My life as a foot lover - Part 6: University, DVDs and writing erotica

So off I went to university having thoroughly enjoyed my time at college. Surely while I was at university I would get the chance to finally worship somebody’s feet? Surely I would appreciate some sort of sexual encounters? There were other things to keep me occupied, however. I played sport, made lots of new friends, socialised and also spent plenty of time doing the work required to get decent grades towards my degree.

Nevertheless, during my first year, I began to discover just how much material is available on the internet. I watched an awful lot although as ever, the vast majority was straight hardcore porn and while I derived some enjoyment from it, it wasn’t as good as the pleasure I’d have when I did find some foot fetish stuff. Websites offered me more. The first one I remember paying for content on was dailydosage.com. Its material didn’t quite live up to its billing, but one of my favourite sites was a site full of galleries of mixed images depicting foot worship, femdom and pretty feet. I found, downloaded and indeed still have many pictures from that site, which I believe still exists as a pay site but is seldom updated.

Whereas at college I was very much taken with the fantasy of worshipping the feet of teachers, at university, I didn’t find quite the same attraction. This was probably because all of a sudden there were far more girls around, so my attention was drawn more to their feet than those of my superiors. One only had to wander into the main campus on any weeknight when an event was on to glimpse a plethora of women wearing outrageous, sexy, understated – you name it – shoes and showing off their pretty feet.

That said, it was not until the end of the year that I would enjoy my first foot fetish experience for real when I got a girlfriend. While it was always fun worshipping her feet, and occasionally she’d let me cum on them too, it never quite felt as exciting as it should. It just isn’t the same when it’s somebody you love, no matter how ridiculous that might seem. The thrill, the sense of something new, the thought of doing something risqué is not there. I have always found this to be the case.

Being in a relationship obviously limited any chance I might have had of any more foot fun with anybody else, although given my inexperience and lack of confidence, it is hardly likely that that summer’s trip abroad or subsequent trips would have ended with me sucking the toes of several women.

The third year of my degree I spent working abroad. I had a lot of free time, working just a few hours a week but with no internet in my living quarters and limited access at work, access to new pornographic material left me having to look elsewhere.

I ordered a few foot fetish magazines and then bought myself a portable DVD player, subscribing to a couple of adult stores that would send regular catalogues. I quickly exhausted their limited supplies of supposedly foot fetish video material, only to find that aside from some of the models wearing high heels and the odd man spunking over a woman in said heels, actual foot fetish DVDs were hard to come by.

There was one which I bought which was much more of a femdom/slavery scenario. I’m not really into wearing rubber suits and the like, but there was a little bit of leg and foot play that kept me briefly interested. The magazines weren’t bad to be fair but didn’t cater to my own rather specific desires. Countless photos of women’s feet are great, but I wanted to see them in action, being sucked, worshipped, rubbing cocks and being spunked on.

I started to write some reviews of the material I’d bought, with the idea of setting up an email newsgroup. I never got as far as setting up a group but did write a few reviews before realising what a gargantuan (and expensive) task it would be to keep up with demand should it ever take off.
What I did continue, however, was writing some foot fetish erotica. My first piece was what would later become A Class Apart, the story of how I return to my old ***** for a foot fetish romp with a former teacher. I remember getting very horny writing these stories, playing out the scenarios in my mind and getting them down onto the screen.

The next was a story about being convinced to worship the feet of one of my bosses after making a mistake at work. Making a mistake at work did happen, being pushed under her desk at her feet sadly didn’t. The third was the story that would become A Stranger On The Bus. I can think of several women whose feet I’ve glimpsed on buses, trains and planes who I would love to have some fun with and this story is about one such fantasy. A hard drive crash meant I lost a lot of data from this time, but I managed to rewrite the two stories that would eventually go on sale in 2012. Doubtless, I missed bits out, but I think they turned out better for re-telling. More on them later.

My life as a foot lover - Part 5: College, porn mags and slingbacks

I moved on to college where I felt a new sense of freedom, having more time to myself during the day, for example. There were, of course, new teachers and students with pretty feet to fantasise about.

At the start of my second year, I turned 18 and at times I used to spend my time browsing the plethora of foot fetish images available on Yahoo Groups. I am still a member of several of these groups today although the internet has moved on from then and there is little activity these days.

Specific images made an impression. There is one of a glamorous lady sat on a chair leaning back as a man lies on his stomach sucking her toes. How I desperately wanted to be that man. And how I desperately wish I knew her name so I might find the other photos in the set. Over time I found four more of her having her feet kissed while she sits in this chair, but I have located no more. It has become the ‘holy grail’ of my porn collection.

During college, I looked forward to going to university. Imagine the fun I could have in my own room, downloading as much material as I like and being able to go where I want, I thought. For the time though, I had to content myself with the occasional browse around Yahoo, buying newspapers and lads mags and the fantasies I created in my mind about worshipping the feet of teachers at college.

One of those was a P.E. teacher whose feet and toes seemed far too sweet to be those of an active sportswoman. She used to wear flip-flops with beads on, and I used to imagine myself stealing into her office and getting up close and personal with her feet.

Being 18, of course, meant I was old enough to buy porn mags. Deciding to never do things by halves, when I went into a small newsagent where I had frequently bought newspapers, driving license ready in case I was asked for ID, I picked up a copy of both Fiesta and Escort. I was nervous. I was conscious that there was potential for embarrassment should somebody I know walk in. Fortunately, nobody else entered, I wasn’t asked to prove my age, and I shoved the magazines into my bag.

It felt like a rite of passage. Like your first drink, your first driving lesson, your first kiss, your first porn mag will be remembered. I was yet to have a driving lesson or a proper kiss. Those porn mags got an awful lot of ‘use’ despite the insufficient interest from a pure foot fetish point of view.

A lot of the images of women wearing heels or in bare feet were for the many sex lines and as referenced earlier, I tried to phone a few although the majority in these magazines were premium rate and so unavailable to me on my mobile phone.

Having to travel out of town to go to and from college meant I spent a lot of time on buses or at the bus station. One of my erotica pieces is called A Stranger On The Bus, and it describes the story of two strangers (i.e. me and another woman) enjoying foot worship on a bus. That was sparked by me seeing a pretty woman wearing black pumps at the bus station. There was no interaction, we were sitting in different bays but the idea was planted and out of it came a fantasy, and a piece of writing.

I remember waiting at another bus station when two slightly older women walked past me. Both were wearing heels, and one of them was wearing pink slingback pumps. The flash of her heel as she moved past me much intrigued me, and to this day, I find slingbacks very sexy and love it when I see women wearing them.

My life as a foot lover - Part 4: Fantasising about my teachers' feet

One woman I fantasised a lot about was one of my teachers. She was the ‘inspiration’ behind one of my first pieces of erotica, A Class Apart, the entirely fictional account of a fantasy I have of going back, meeting up with her and having my way with her feet. From the very start of the book, which is the only bit that is entirely accurate:

“She was blond, trim but it was always her feet that stood out for me. I think the fact that I didn’t get to see them that often made me want to see them more (and do other things besides.)

“When she did show them off, she used to wear these blue and cream mules, and she’d have her toenails painted a kind of brown/red colour. But they’d always be beautifully perfect. I think if anything it was her toes that used to get me excited more than her feet overall, but that was no bad thing.”

Naturally I write on to describe how I explain my lust for her feet, start worshipping them and end up at her house which is complete fiction. She wasn’t the only teacher whose feet I used to fantasise about, but if I was ever in a rush and felt I needed to cum quickly, it was her feet I’d think about.

Although at the time there were other teachers I fantasised about, they have barely stuck in my memory like she has. Maybe it was because I used to be in one of her classes and the others would be teachers I would occasionally pass in the corridors. Fleeting glances are great for the short-term, but the memories quickly fade.

The fantasies I used to lose myself in with this teacher were many and varied, from sucking her toes under the table to doing it in a storage cupboard in her classroom, to being taken home by her and allowed to worship her shoes before being given her feet to enjoy.

Plenty of men enjoy the fantasy of fucking schoolgirls or adults dressed as schoolgirls. For me, it has always been the other way around.

What also became apparent is that not only did I have a foot fetish, but a definite thing for both the older woman and those in positions of authority. As well as teachers, I fantasised about worshipping the feet of high-powered female executives, police officers and bosses.

As I never had girlfriends at this age, I had no actual experience of foot worship. I wondered what it felt like to actually suck another woman’s toes. Knowing that I got turned on by stimulating my own feet, one night I decided to try to suck my own toes while masturbating. As I started rubbing my cock, I swivelled and bent my body into position, so I was able to lick, smell and then suck the toes on my left foot.

It was incredible. In my mind, I satisfied the sexual urge to have feet in my mouth, have my feet stimulated while at the same time thinking I was feeling the same things that women feel when they have their feet worshipped. Inevitably, not long after putting my feet in my face and mouth, I came.

It’s always good to try new things.
 

My life as a foot lover - Part 3: Early exposure to porn

As mentioned in my previous posts, my foot fetish never crystallised as such until around the age of 15/16, which is about the time that the effects of puberty were taking effect. I still remember my first wank, lying on my front and bringing myself off – it’s still a technique I use today. That’s when the buying of lads mags and tabloid newspapers began. I quickly realised that I had quite the appetite for this new activity. I haven’t bored of it yet.

I bought copies of loaded, FHM and Maxim, cutting out and keeping the images I liked, to form a physical ‘wank bank’. I remember sometimes having a hard time getting hold of the magazines as shopkeepers sometimes doubted their suitability for a young adult. It didn’t help that I looked younger than I was.

I was once denied the purchase of The Daily Sport. That was hard to stomach but it only happened once, and I avoided that particular shop thereafter. I used to buy my softcore porn after sports practice, and one evening after a flood I had to spend the night at a friend’s. Fortunately, nobody discovered the copy of Maxim in my bag, and I was relieved when I finally got home.

I used to very occasionally buy The Sun or The Daily Star, but the Sport was where it was for me. To be able to get your hands on around 10-15 pictures of topless women for about 35 pence was perfect. The amount of adverts for sex chat lines shocked me when I first bought the paper, and I have to admit, I did try a few of the cheap, non-premium rate lines that I was able to get through to on my pay-as-you-go mobile once I was old enough. I didn’t find the experience all that great, to be honest. Phone sex and talking dirty has never really been my thing, but there is no harm in trying new things.

From the pictures I saw and kept I built up a library of images, many of them of models such as Adele Stephens, Karen White, Kate Groombridge and many others showing off their bare feet or wearing high heels or fancy footwear. These gave me the inspiration to at times draw pictures of shoes and feet, almost as if I was designing my own. I would then imagine the feet of women I knew in those shoes...and more of that in my next post!

My life as a foot lover - Part 2: My foot fetish origins

I knew from a relatively early age that feet held a unique attraction for me. I can't pinpoint it accurately, but I became aware that I was drawn to feet around the time I was at secondary ***** - between the age of 10 and 14. By the time I made it to the age of 15 it had progressed from finding them attractive to the link between them and sexual gratification being firmly established. At this time I probably wasn't aware of such a thing as a fetish, but I knew I lusted after pretty female feet and was interested in any woman wearing heels.

When I first started to masturbate, I used to imagine pretty girls stripping for me. In my mind, the last thing they would take off would be their shoes, and imagining them showing me their feet, waving them in my face and wiggling their toes would be the image to which I would often ejaculate.

My fetish has developed over time. When I first became aware of it, it was toes that turned me on – probably because as a youngster at ***** you hardly ever saw any. As I have got older, toes still turn me on, but I get just as excited – if not more - about soles and heels. I’ve also found that I enjoy shoe worship – but more of that later.

How strong is my fetish? There hasn’t been a scale invented yet, but I would imagine myself to be firmly at the upper end. There isn't a day that passes by where I am not at some point fantasising about some woman's feet. When I see a woman or meet them for the first time, depending on the social environment, I can almost guarantee that within 60 seconds I have already cast a glance to her feet to check out what shoes she is wearing. One must obviously do this discreetly!

There is a ***** of thought that you can tell a lot about a man by the shoes he wears. I believe the same is true of women. I like a classy, dominant woman and more often than not, those are the ones that will wear heels, show off a little and more than likely take care of their feet to make you lust after them.

The vast majority of pornography I have watched and images I’ve looked at either involve foot fetish acts (such as foot worship and foot jobs) or include women with their feet on show. I have found myself frustrated watching straight porn where there is nothing to get me excited, not even a flash of a high heel or bare foot. I’ve caught myself looking at images, focussing so much on a model’s feet that it is only afterwards that I realise that the main focal point of the image was her boobs!

I used to buy lads mags and tabloid newspapers that featured semi-naked women. Perhaps 80 percent of the photos I cut out and kept featured barefooted models or those wearing heels or sandals. I had my favourites. Jo Guest used to (ghost) write a column in The Daily Star and her picture was almost always barefoot at the top of the page. Adele Stephens and Karen White were others, and there was a girl named ‘Avril’ who would frequently appear in The Daily Sport wearing white heels that used to drive me crazy.

One more for now on lads mags. Although the majority of images I enjoyed were of models or celebrities, there was one advert which turned me on. It featured a blonde woman dressed all in red with killer open-toed red heels. ‘Miss Red’ I called her, and I wish I could remember what the advert was for.

Oddly enough for somebody with a foot fetish, I have always found the word ‘toes’ difficult to say. Not in a tongue-twisting way like psychological, it’s just a word that doesn’t sound right to me, and I’ve never liked saying it. It is almost as if when I say it, I’m imagining it coming out as ‘toes, which I really like sucking, by the way’.

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