I'm asked about these all the time. Why in god's name would I enjoy being tied up with a sneakers strapped to my face? I think it all started with this picture:
...........yeah. I can see how that would take a bit of explanation.
Feet are complicated for me. Sort of. Some guys get turned on just LOOKING at feet. These are the ones who spend their whole summer on the beach (and you know who you are). I'm not that type. They way feet LOOK has never done anything for me.
One inherent truth about me is that I'm attracted to MEN. I'm definitely a man's man. I like a big, beefy, muscular, handsome, tall, athletic MAN. My partner definitely fits the bill. I love it when I wrap my arms around him and inhale and smell...him.
And what smells more like a man to me than a man? A man who just got done working out at the gym. I think the smell of gym bags, locker rooms, sweaty workout shorts, and shoes turn me on because that scent is the epitome of the scent of a MAN. Breathe that in, and you feel like you're absolutely covered in him, even to the point where he's filled your lungs.
I know that not every guy feels this way. Even my own partner doesn't feel this way. He doesn't understand my fetish with that scent. To make matters worse, he takes showers that are about 2 minutes long, tops. So when he comes home from the gym, I've gotta MOVE because I dont' have much time to work!
He hates being dirty so he immediately drops his gym bag and goes upstairs to shower. He pops his shoes off in the hall, and they're usually soaked with his sweat. Once he's in the shower, I've got about two whole minutes to enjoy them before he hops out and catches me, but I've gotten so good at this that I can always put them right back in exactly the position that he left them so that he doesn't notice.
And I don't even care. I guess it's just my little guilty indulgence. Like candy to me.