I have always been fascinated with female feet. My interest in women's feet started right from an early age, when I was about six or seven years old. That's when I can remember, feeling that comfortable warming sensation deep inside brought on from looking at the model's feet on the pages of the clothing and shoe section in my mother's home catalogue. Looking at pictures of women's feet admiring their toes, heels and high arches made me feel good inside even from that early age.

My attractive aunt, I remember her well, she used to wear the kind of strappy heels on her slim feet which I'd seen on the feet of the models in my mother's catalogue. I'd get that warming sensation deep inside from looking at my aunt's feet when ever she came to our house. One time at my aunt's house while playing hide and seek with my cousin, I hid in the wardrobe in a bedroom, nobody could find me for hours. I'd stumbled across all my aunt's shoes laid out in neat rows, stilettos, strappy heels, court shoes and sandals, I thought I was in heaven, there was even a pair of knee boots. I spent ages checking out every shoe, lovingly picking them up one at a time, holding them to my face, smelling at the shoe leather, sniffing the footy aroma of my aunt's feet. Using the sharp pointed heel of one of her stilettos to poke and jab into the aching sensation between my legs. My aunt and cousin had been going spare to find me, I'd fell asleep in the bottom of the wardrobe.