So off I went to university having thoroughly enjoyed my time at college. Surely while I was at university I would get the chance to finally worship somebody’s feet? Surely I would appreciate some sort of sexual encounters? There were other things to keep me occupied, however. I played sport, made lots of new friends, socialised and also spent plenty of time doing the work required to get decent grades towards my degree.

Nevertheless, during my first year, I began to discover just how much material is available on the internet. I watched an awful lot although as ever, the vast majority was straight hardcore porn and while I derived some enjoyment from it, it wasn’t as good as the pleasure I’d have when I did find some foot fetish stuff. Websites offered me more. The first one I remember paying for content on was dailydosage.com. Its material didn’t quite live up to its billing, but one of my favourite sites was a site full of galleries of mixed images depicting foot worship, femdom and pretty feet. I found, downloaded and indeed still have many pictures from that site, which I believe still exists as a pay site but is seldom updated.

Whereas at college I was very much taken with the fantasy of worshipping the feet of teachers, at university, I didn’t find quite the same attraction. This was probably because all of a sudden there were far more girls around, so my attention was drawn more to their feet than those of my superiors. One only had to wander into the main campus on any weeknight when an event was on to glimpse a plethora of women wearing outrageous, sexy, understated – you name it – shoes and showing off their pretty feet.

That said, it was not until the end of the year that I would enjoy my first foot fetish experience for real when I got a girlfriend. While it was always fun worshipping her feet, and occasionally she’d let me cum on them too, it never quite felt as exciting as it should. It just isn’t the same when it’s somebody you love, no matter how ridiculous that might seem. The thrill, the sense of something new, the thought of doing something risqué is not there. I have always found this to be the case.

Being in a relationship obviously limited any chance I might have had of any more foot fun with anybody else, although given my inexperience and lack of confidence, it is hardly likely that that summer’s trip abroad or subsequent trips would have ended with me sucking the toes of several women.

The third year of my degree I spent working abroad. I had a lot of free time, working just a few hours a week but with no internet in my living quarters and limited access at work, access to new pornographic material left me having to look elsewhere.

I ordered a few foot fetish magazines and then bought myself a portable DVD player, subscribing to a couple of adult stores that would send regular catalogues. I quickly exhausted their limited supplies of supposedly foot fetish video material, only to find that aside from some of the models wearing high heels and the odd man spunking over a woman in said heels, actual foot fetish DVDs were hard to come by.

There was one which I bought which was much more of a femdom/slavery scenario. I’m not really into wearing rubber suits and the like, but there was a little bit of leg and foot play that kept me briefly interested. The magazines weren’t bad to be fair but didn’t cater to my own rather specific desires. Countless photos of women’s feet are great, but I wanted to see them in action, being sucked, worshipped, rubbing cocks and being spunked on.

I started to write some reviews of the material I’d bought, with the idea of setting up an email newsgroup. I never got as far as setting up a group but did write a few reviews before realising what a gargantuan (and expensive) task it would be to keep up with demand should it ever take off.
What I did continue, however, was writing some foot fetish erotica. My first piece was what would later become A Class Apart, the story of how I return to my old ***** for a foot fetish romp with a former teacher. I remember getting very horny writing these stories, playing out the scenarios in my mind and getting them down onto the screen.

The next was a story about being convinced to worship the feet of one of my bosses after making a mistake at work. Making a mistake at work did happen, being pushed under her desk at her feet sadly didn’t. The third was the story that would become A Stranger On The Bus. I can think of several women whose feet I’ve glimpsed on buses, trains and planes who I would love to have some fun with and this story is about one such fantasy. A hard drive crash meant I lost a lot of data from this time, but I managed to rewrite the two stories that would eventually go on sale in 2012. Doubtless, I missed bits out, but I think they turned out better for re-telling. More on them later.