What is it about women’s feet that turn me on? It’s not the sweat. It’s not the smell of a dirty foot. It’s the clean softness of well cared for feet. It’s the smootheness of pretty peticured toenails. It’s the gentle curve of the arches, the delicately wrinkled soles. It’s the power of feet and the shape and the beauty of them. And even so, what I have isn’t exactly a fetish. It’s just one of the many parts of the female form which I adore. I love to notice a pair of slender legs, leading up to a nice, pert b***. The flare of a woman’s hips turns me on just like the flatness of her stomach. Even a few extra pounds are all right. Small breasts can be remarkable for their sensitivity, and it is such a pleasure to make them feel pleasure. Large breasts can be exotic and are amazing to look at and to touch. A pretty face with clear, intelligent eyes, or hair, straight or wavy or curly, can be e***** as well. And then there are hands, small or large, soft and delicate, or somewhere in between. And there’s the smell of a woman and the taste of her wetness. There is that awesome moment when my tongue parts her p**** lips to taste the sweet tang of her. That moment when I feel her c*** with my tongue for the first time. I love the little sighs and wimpers, or the screams of pleasure, or the gasps. I love the expression on her face as I lick her toward climax. I love to feel and see her body tense and spasm as she achieves o***** at my ministrations. I love to feel the folds of her p**** enveloping my hard c***. I love her to put her feet on my chest as our bodies slam together in ecstasy. I love to s*** her pretty toes or gently lick her soles as we make love, if only to heighten the pleasure for both of us. I guess what I’m saying is that I find absolutely everything about the bodies of women e*****, that I’m attracted to a wide variety of women, and that I am, at the moment, unbelievably h****.