I remember loving that barefoot feeling when I was young, especially when I went out into the garden in the early morning. As I placed my naked feet on the cold grass, when it was still wet with dew, the delicate skin on my soles and inbetween my toes never failed to respond.
I would definitely consider myself to be a xenophile. My love for foreign things began at a young age when I became obsessed with everything that was French. Later, I lived and studied in Paris as an important part of my universtity degree. My xenophilia became even greater.
Discovering The Fourth Hole (Foot Fetish) Recently, after enjoying a pedicure and the pampering that goes with it, I wanted to celebrate. I realised that there was really only one
There’s no doubt that women are spending a great deal more of their disposable income on sexual products of different kinds. The last decade has seen a rapid rise in
The warm weather has arrived, finally. I can appreciate the increased exposure of firm cleavages and long bare legs to greedy eyes on the street. While many pedestrians are thrilled
Ode to the Original Mr Grey I’ve always believed that the success of the Fifty Shades of Grey books can be attributed to the character of Christian Grey. For me
My last foot fetish photo session with MrTickleBCN happened over four years ago now. Back then, my understanding of foot worship, tickle fetish and the specific needs of foot fetishists was
Although I don’t own a TV myself, I still watch a fair amount of trash on YouTube after a long day’s work. One programme that I enjoy in particular is
‘Sit down and close your eyes’, he says, pointing to a black leather sofa. I obey, a little surprised that he wants to get down to business as soon as
Photo by Lourdes Ribas Once upon a time in a far away fetish kingdom there lived an incredibly vain Empress who was obsessed with alternative fashion, particularly latex. She loved everything