Who am I

Ok I have been living this nightmare for years now, and I'm to the point where all I seem to be doing is existing. I have no sexual desire to be with a male or a female. I have tried on several occasions to explore the possibilities, but always come up dry. The only this I do have a sexual preference for is a guys foot wear and socked feet. I am totally nuts over this. I have read many articles referring to this fetish, but to me it's more than just a fetish, it's what I live and breathe for. Guys want to give me there feet and do what ever I want to, but they always want the thing I can't give them, sex... Every time I need a bit of release, I have to contact a guy and pay him for it. I can just pick up and leave, been working the same job for close to 30 years. I own my home, I love where I'm at. It's been a long drought looking for that someone, I wish something good would come along soon.

So I'm not attracted to a males body and sexual desires, neither am I attracted to a female in the same way.

Only a few people I know for the exception of the escorts know about my only desire, but must ask themselves because I am never seen anywhere in public for the exception of the grocery store, I spend my time alone at home instead as there doesn't appear to be anyone remotely interested in what I desire.

Ha I connected with this blond haired guy on craigslist the past weekend, he responded to an ad I place will the pay a blond guy for his service. After he contacted me with his stats, He asked me what I was looking for, when I replied, he never responded. I waited out the weekend and replied once again hoping that he had a good weekend and found what he was looking for, and mentioned to him that if he ever wanted to meet anywhere private to experience what I wanted him to give me, which was his masculine socked feet to worship just to let me know. Well he never responded to that as well.

Often the case.
Help..!!:help:

 

Hey thanks for taking the time to reply. Sorry for me taking so long as well, between work and figuring out how to get about here..lol. Well my foot fetish started around the age of 5, as my very dominant father was horsing around with me on the couch, something he never wanted to do with me and decided to place his socked foot in my face. rubbing it around in my nose for a bit, he got a kick out of it as so did I. Well from that time on it was a ritual that happened at least 2 to 3 times a week after supper. I knew when he was going to be going down in the basement to watch his favorite evening shows, I would be down in the basement before him laying at my end of the couch waiting for him. Like clock work, he would come downstairs, set up the TV and sit at his end of the couch, look at me and smile then unlace his dress shoes. Pulling them off I began to get excited as he would then stretch out across the couch cross his legs at the ankles and place them up tight against the side of my face and slowly rub them together scuffing my cheek with his manly black dress socks. Within a minute, he would stop rubbing his socks together look down at me and smile. smiling back, he would raise one of his socked feet over the top of my face and lower it onto my face. It was always so breath taking to me watching in anticipation his big black sock closing in for the taking. Taking a few deep sniffs he would slide his sock off my face enough to look down and smile at me once again and lift his other black sock over the top of my face and cover my face completely with both his socks and leave them there for as long as I wanted to sniff them or until he was done. You see my father was very strict with me. It was such a rare occasion to see him smile as his belt did most of the talking when it came to me. Many, many occasions I was stripped naked and took a decent amount of serious lashes across my bare ass, some that put me to bed only to wake 2 in the morning crying from it. So to see him smiling and enjoying the fact that I was sniffing his big black dress socks was and awesome experience to me. I loved his socked feet, I love the smell, the feel of good quality sock being rubbed together and in my face. The dominance looking up at waist see the belt he uses on me, it was incredible. Let me know if you would like to chat some more...Thank you

---------- Post added 15th Jun 2016 at 06:59 PM ----------

I missed this part of your question. The only thing I don't like is a guy that doesn't have good hygiene. I like it when a guy keeps himself clean and well groomed. I don't mind sweaty smelly feet, just don't like them dirty. Apart from that, I love them...