Foot Party

Tomorrow I'm off to Footnight San Francisco. This will be my second one.

Footnight is awesome for a multitude of reasons. For the women, well, we get our feet worshipped: massaged, kissed, licked, nibbled on, tickled, and gently cleaned. This just feels good. One of my absolute favorites is when a gentleman rubs the bottom of my foot against his stubble. It just feels amazing. It tickles, but not too much. And it scratches. And, well, I like stubble.

It's also one of the few times when I get to see the other women I work with so much. Normally, when I'm in session, it's just me. Or maybe me and one other woman. At footnight, I can wander into a room and see any of a number of women I know and like. And it's fun watching them react to foot worship, too. A bit of voyeurism there on my part.

For the foot fetishists in attendance, well... There are beautiful women, with beautiful feet, who enjoy foot worship, all around. There are also other people who share the same fetish. There's something wonderfully reassuring about that. Last time, I let my last session of the night go longer because the young man worshipping my feet was just so sweet, and so eager, and so clearly relieved that there were other people who felt the way he did, and women who liked it and weren't just putting up with foot worship (like his ex-gf). I really liked him. There was something so vulnerable and wonderful and worth treasuring in that exchange.