In February 2007, I decided to step my hustle game up. I'm a very resourceful female and I can figure out how to get shit done. I was surfin the net one day, and I came across an ad. "FOOT MAN LOOKING". I decided to peek inside and see what the business was. His ad seemed....normal, I guess. It read 'mixed male, looking to worship a woman's pretty feet'. Huh? I scrolled down a little lower in his post and noticed the compensation area {$200}. Not bad for letting someone 'worship my feet'. I decided to send this weirdo an email to inquire more.
He described himself and sent a photo.
HE WAS/IS FUCKIN GORGEOUS! 6'7, biracial, grey eyes, goatee...football player type nigga. Something has got to be wrong with this dude. I was still Skeptical to say the least. Turns out...this guy is so shy. Shy to the point where, if I had touched him, he may have passed the fuck out. I emailed him for about a week, before we decided to meet. We met at a neutral location. We had a couple of drinks to break the ice, I guess.
He expressed to me that he has loved feet for a long time. Something about pretty toes turned him on. {Now at this point, I must admit, I'm secretly thinking about fucking THEE shit out of this nigga} 'Foot Man' told me about his home life, which seemed pretty lame. He has a g/f that doesn't understand his fetish...not to say that I did either, but I was just more open to understanding it. He went on to describe what he wanted from me...."Red toes, and soft soles". Simple. Sweet. 
Now at the moment, my toes were Watermelon Pink...he said it was 'acceptable', LOL. After warming up, I decided that he was sane enough. He slid me an envelope with $300 in it. I asked why the tip, and he said that he knew my 'toes' would be worth it. I felt like a pair of feet with no body attached to them, but what-the-fuck-ever, because I was like, I can buy some bad ass boots for these feet! LOL Anyway, we make it back to his place. VERY NICE HOME! Large, clean, well decorated. His bitch may be lame, but she has a sense of style similar to mine. We went up to his bedroom, and I was nervous as hell, but that soon left. I realized that I could kill the fool if need be. He was like a scared bunny rabbit. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a blunt. He said it would calm his nerves so that he could 'perform'. I'm like whatever nigga, do you. I chilled. He asked me to lay on the bed and take off my shoes and socks. I complied. I'm wet as hell, cause I know this nigga is PACKING!! I'm ready. He finishes his blunt, and lays across the bottom of the bed and stares at my feet. He asked me to wiggle my toes...I did. This nigga started growling like a bear. LOL He took off his clothes and DAMN! There it was! I swear it was glowing. 9 inches of dick...thick and hard. Mmmmm. He started rubbing my feet, and sweating while he was jacking off. I'm in awe, but only for a moment. It dawned on me...my pussy ain't getting shit...he wants my fuckin feet. I lay there....LOST.
15 minutes later-it was over. He was so excited, and I felt truly ripped off, $300 and all. I wanted that muthafucka...bad. I eventually accepted the fact the feet were his thing. Point. Blank. Period. I was there to render a service, and I did just that.
I see 'Foot Man' on the regular. He pays well, what can I say? 15-20 minutes of foot rubbing...no sweat involved? Shiiiiit...he calls and I'm there, no questions asked. The moral of this story is....A dude can be fine as hell, with a 9 inch dick, and only want your feet...if he's paying GIVE THEM TO HIM!!
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