Everyone knows I’m a little crazy—a foot hunter at heart. But what they don’t know is how far I go to make it happen.
That day, I was craving something new. I joined a few local WhatsApp groups and dropped my invite link—the same one I use on QR codes I hand out on the street. A few guys showed interest, until one of them messaged:
– Hey, I’m like 1km from that spot you mentioned. I’m down for the video session, can I come now?
I said, come through 😏
Quick chat, seemed cool. I invited him over. First thing I noticed? Flip-flops.
I usually prefer sneakers and socks, better for filming, better for that layered scent I love.
He parked his bike, we grabbed some beers and water downstairs, rolled up, and went to shoot.
And when I got near those flip-flops—boom, a strong, salty foot smell. He’d just finished five hours of deliveries. I spent what felt like forever lost in that scent, and a very very ticklish sensitive feet, his size 12 feet, his worn flip-flops. Pure trance.
Later, he told me it was his first time doing anything foot-related. But he’d filmed adult stuff before, and said he’d love to come back.
So… should I bring him back?