Footsies & Its Appeal. Or Lack Thereof.
I’m sorry, but I don’t find footsies that sexy an activity. Granted, it may be because I’m not a raging foot fetishist, but having once stuck half a guy’s entire foot into my mouth in a fit of manic sexuality, I think I’m warranted to ignore that. What? I have a really big mouth; and that’s not at all what you’re asking is it?
Footsies (for those of you with severe socialization issues) is a type of flirtation where you kind of nudge and rub your foot and play around with the feet and legs of your paramour. Doesn’t mean I don’t idly do it, but it has all the sex appeal to me of its description: dirtying someone’s pant leg as you try and copulate with a phallic object that’s not a penis. It creates all the same mess, and without any of the fun. Particularly if you live in Canada, where it’s snowy and dirty most months of the year.
I’ve heard some sexy footsies stories, and it sounds like some people have such mastery of the dexterity of their feet that my only explanation is that they’ve had some horrific surgery to reach that adeptness.
Four-handed handjob with your sexy hand-feet? Sign me up.
But really, for me, I think it may be an ego thing. I’m just not very good at it. I have all the grace and motor control of a spastic individual undergoing a grand mal seizure. I’m liable to kick my object of affection square in the shin as much as I am unlikely to entice him with the sexy, sexy meeting of our respective shins.
I guess it’s not repulsive, but rather it’s not something I crave. I don’t sit around musing that I could really go for some footsies right now. After all, it’s not cookies. Or date rape.
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