Left Foot, Right Foot....and there was lotion too....

I must admit, my poor footsies got some well needed attention last night.

A set of manly hands, a bottle of raspberry or some other sweetly concocted lotion, and a LOT of time. There is nothing better than an amazing foot massage.

Last night, we had a foot party! My feet, the roomies feet, and even the roomies boyfriends feet -- they all got attention in some form. It was amazing! I do not mind sharing the roomies boyfriend when he comes over in the mood for some feet -- and lotion too! On top of the mass massaging and lotion that was going on -- I PAINTED my toenails. Um, this is me here -- the one who has never had a manicure, pedicure, or any of that other girlie stuff and I was in the mood to PAINT my toenails. They are very cute by the way! I must be loosing my mind.

There is just something about me and feet... They found special attention when I was a teen and I have been into feet ever since. A fetish I guess....

Yesterday at work we were talking fetishes. By definition a fetish is...

1. An object that is believed to have magical or spiritual powers, especially such an object associated with animistic or shamanistic religious practices.
2. An object of unreasonably excessive attention or reverence: made a fetish of punctuality.
3. Something, such as a material object or a nonsexual part of the body, that arouses sexual desire and may become necessary for sexual gratification.
4. An abnormally obsessive preoccupation or attachment; a fixation.

I always used to think of myself as having a foot fetish, trust me -- feet are just truly amazing. However, I am pretty sure I would not disrupt my daily activities just to play with feet. I am much to dedicated to my work to do something like that. Not the mention the fact that sex with a foot does not even sound even remotely like fun. So I guess my fetish is a bit more like an infatuation.