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Guys obsessed with my small feet
I'm a 41 year old petite female with small feet (size 4.5).
Every past boyfriend I had were obsessed with my feet. When I say obsessed, I mean I was constantly getting foot massages and asked to perform things of sexual nature in the bedroom.
My husband of 16 years is no different. Actually, he pays my spa membership so I can get a fresh pedi anytime I want.
I've worked for the same insurance agent for 9 years now. He's a nice guy, mid 50s, married and in great shape for his age.
In the summer, I wear sandals to work.
Unless someone comes in to pay a bill, it's just the two of us in the office. This is when he starts complimenting my 'cute feet' and 'tiny toes'. It's harmless stuff. I enjoy the attention too. If I'm wearing ballet flats, I'll take my shoes off and walk around barefoot.
He has asked me to sit in his chair and put my bare feet up on his desk so he can admire my feet.
Most guys have their things or fetishes. I love killer-long, polished nails on a woman, the longer the better, however, also go for average to longer if done well. I've hired several, usually younger, women to work for me independently, and would take some on the road for client visits from time to time. Had one who was a fashion girl to begin with and kept her nails long, angled or sqared-off at the tip, and either red (my favorite), pink, or black. I took her on the road with me and within minutes in my car, I'd be touching, stroking, and complimenting her on on those hot nails. She ate up the attention like crazy, saying she was happy someone noticed and couldn't keep their hands off of them or her, and would go into her nail care routine, other colors she had at home, my favorites on her, she'll do them for me and it will be our thing.
I'd usually suggest red, however, she also had a metallic gold that was very sexy on her. We'd do the client visit, stop for lunch, and have more long nails time together. Took her for a holiday dinner as a thank you for her efforts (she did do a good job for me), and she asked about wine. I said if you want wine, have it. What she meant was her nails in a deep burgundy/wine color, very creamy and almost wet-looking. My eyes and hands didn't leave those nails alone the entire night. After awhile, the work she did for me was, if not secondary to her keeping those sexy claws, was overtaken by her nails and my desire and fetish for them. She could have gotten away with murder, and I'd still have protected her and those hot, sexy nails.