How it all started? Recalling the early foot fetish experiences I see myself in the playroom of my kindergarten, maybe at the age of 4, at the feet of two other kids who laid side by side, playing with their toy cars. I pretended being so involved at something that I didn’t even realize my face is just inches from their feet, dressed in colourful socks. There were so many scenes like that during my childhood, because on one hand I madly wanted to worship the feet of other boys and on the other, I knew that’s pretty compromising and that if anybody finds out about my dark fascination, children will laugh at me. So I used to invent plenty of clever tricks in order to get closer to their feet or footwear. That might be a game of king and slave, where I eagerly took the second role… Or pretending I don’t feel well I stayed in a dressing room during sport lessons, hoping mates would leave there their daily shoes, changing them for sport sneakers used during practice. It was difficult at highschool when my classmates and friends weren’t that easy to fool or not to notice what’s happening with their stuff when nobody’s watching… So the natural solution was internet. Since I’ve always loved the feet of my own gender, I was astonished to discover how many other guys have foot fetish. Erotic stories, pictures, movies became my passion I spent hours with, especially on vacation. It was pretty the same at college, plus I started to search for guys I could meet face to face or rather… face to feet. I made friends with other men sharing my sexual interests. In time I found out that having someone to meet from time to time and to worship his feet isn’t enough because I need the fresh blood. That was the point when I bought worn socks from a guy whom I met online for the first time. I remember him, he lived in Holland, was 20 years old and wore shoe size 42. Even after some days of shipping his socks still gave off pretty nice aroma… And today I know that I’am keen on feet as phenomenon, on feet as the most beautiful part of the body, as something refined and something that not everybody is able to treasure as they deserve. My passion is not related to particular person or group of people, therefore it’s defined as fetish. We may say that I will never manage to worship all male feet in the world, but at least I can try.