139: It annoys me that when I reveal to someone that I am somewhat (okay, really seriously) aroused by the sight of an attractive woman in sexy high heels and they immediately assume that I have a foot fetish. At a very recent party (gathering of friends) where I suggested to someone (a woman) that I might be a little (okay, a lot) turned on by sexy high heels she said—in that all knowing voice: "Oh. You have a foot fetish".
No. I don't have a foot fetish. I don't have the slightest hint of a foot fetish.
It's the high heels and how they affect the wearer that I am aroused by.
In fact, unless they are encased in pair of sexy high heels, I actually find feet a little ugly.
I will admit that when my amazing lady asks me if I would rub her feet for her I do so willingly, because I am not that stupid that I don't realise that—in reality, after about 30 minutes of standing—there is no such thing as a comfy pair of high heels. She wears heels at work over the better part of three days (half day Wed, Thurs, Fri, and half day Sat). She also often wears heels for me when she is not working. So the least I can do is rub her feet from time to time. But this has NOTHING to do with a foot fetish.