L, the respectable feticist

Welcome to the new era of perversion. In a sleepy Rome, covered with fine dust and plagued by pot holes on its roads, at night it reveals a different world. His name is L., he is 47 years old and he is an IT engineer. He follows me since I wrote an article on Fetish House, but only now he found the guts to contact me. We have a drink accompanied with charcuterie at Ercoli in viale Parioli (I must admit, I only focus on Roma Nord). He is tall, greyish hair, he wears glasses with photo chromatic lenses and he has full lips. “I decided to talk to you because I’m tired of hiding” he begins. And he starts telling me his story of when he was 8 years old: “we were at our house in Santa Marinella (a famous sea resort near Rome), I was reading comics in bed, it was hot, the fan was on. My auntie was putting nail varnish on her toes. All of a sudden, she comes up to me, puts her foot on my comic book and tells me to blow on her toes to help the nail varnish to dry.

Since then he has never been the same again. In the meantime, his devilish cousin (his auntie’s daughter), forced him to kiss her heel every time L. lost a wrestling match or a monopoly game against her. Basically “I saw feet everywhere” he tells me as he passes the bread basket for the “scarpetta” (dipping the bread in a sauce) in a plate of baby octopus. I decline. Since then, his obsession has increased. Luckily he has found a few understanding women. After all, if you like a guy … aren’t you gonna let him suck your toe?

I start sucking a baby octopus and I ask him: “what would you choose between a passionate night of sex with Belen and licking feet?” I already know the answer. Besides that, L. is a normal guy and that is why he contacted me: feticists are seen as strange people at best, depraved at worst. But that is not true. I can testify to it: in front of me there is a big man, 45 years old who doesn’t want to sleep with me, he ‘just’ wants to suck my toe….

I’m reflecting on what to do but I get distracted by a laugh I know all too well. A. is sitting at a table right behind ours.

(to be continued)