Being open to talk about sex and sexuality, I sometimes ask a person, “Do you have any fetishes?” More often than not the answer is the question, “What is fetishes?” No, that’s not a grammatical error, that’s how it’s asked – literally.
A fetish is something nonsexual being objectified as a source of arousal. For example, you may have heard of someone having “foot fetish.” Hazel shares a story of not knowing what a foot fetish was until she became an adult. When she learned what it was, she laughed and shared a memory:
When I was about 15 or 16, I knew this guy. It was the funniest thing. I had, and still have, a habit of taking my shoes off when I go in someone’s house. Especially, if they have carpet. So, this one day when I went to see Darius and took my shoes off and walked into the living room and sat down. I stretched out my legs and crossed my ankles. Darius said, “Hazel, put your shoes back on.” I looked at him. He was standing across the room staring at my feet.
“Why? My feet won’t get dirty. I have stockings on.” “Hazel, my mom’s home. Put your shoes back on.” My brows furrowed as I looked at him because his voice had taken on a husky tone. He breathing deepened and he glanced toward the kitchen where his mother was.
“What’s wrong with you?” Hazel said she asked him. She told me his eyes moved back to her feet and he licked his lips.
“My mom’s home. We can’t right now.”
“Can’t what? We’re only watching TV. She doesn’t like this show? She’s not even in here to watch it. She’s in the kitchen cooking.”
“If you won’t, I will.” Darius retrieved her shoes and slowly, very slowly and carefully, put them on her feet. She said she sat back frowning not understanding what the big deal was. She remembered liking the way he handled her feet. Caressing them, from the ankle, over the arch, and over the tops of her toes, then along the bottom of her foot before encasing her foot in her shoe. One, then the other. He ran his hands up her shins, glanced toward the kitchen and removed his hands from her legs.
Hazel said Darius looked high, his eyelids were low and his breathing was deep.
It took until she learned what the phrase “foot fetish” was to realize that’s what Darius had. She now understood that he’d been aroused by looking at feet. When he told her, “We can’t right now,” he was saying they couldn’t have sex because his mother was home. Hazel laughs at the memory because she wasn’t aroused and didn’t realize he was. She’d simply thought he was acting strange.
What are your thoughts about the above story? Do you know of anyone with a fetish? Do you have any of your own?