A Letter to Everyone Who Loves Feet

Feet are something truly beautiful. Some love them perfectly groomed, with painted nails in delicate tights — others prefer them in worn-out sneakers, smelly socks, or simply sweaty and bare.

I’ve been writing stories about this passion for over a year now.

More than 2,000 of you have become watchers, and together, you’ve clicked on these stories over 2 million (!) times. Fking hell, what a ride.

But today, I don’t want to write a story about someone else.

Today, I want to write something about you.

Most of you are anonymous here. Maybe you’re using a fantasy name. Maybe you don’t even have a profile, just to make sure no one finds out you’re here.

And many of you are hiding a part of yourselves that belongs to you.

That’s not a criticism — I get it. Really.

Most people don’t understand why someone would be into feet. Or dirty socks. Or want to lie beneath someone’s soles. Why someone might even dream of being a human doormat, feeling the soles pressing into their body.

And then, there are those who ruin our reputation.

They send invasive messages (usually to women — sadly I’ve been on the receiving end too), begging for foot pics, or asking to buy someone’s worn socks.

That’s not just gross and disrespectful — it harms the entire foot fetish community and casts all of us in a bad light.

And don’t get me started on the women who exploit the kink without love or respect, just to make a quick buck. That’s a rant I’ll save for another time — and trust me, it wouldn’t be pretty.

So no wonder we hide.

No wonder some of us feel weird, wrong, or even perverted.

But like so often: the loud ones are not the majority.

I’ve seen that — in you.

I get beautiful comments. Deep conversations. So many of you read my stories not just for your own pleasure (which is totally fine and even welcomed), but for a deeper, more emotional connection.

You feel with the characters. You imagine what might happen next.

You wonder how you would feel in their shoes — or under them.

And I’m sure that many of you, who quietly read along without ever interacting, carry exactly that kind of depth too.

Maybe you feel unsure.

Maybe you even feel ashamed of your thoughts or desires.

I feel you. So deeply.

Am I okay the way I am?

Is it alright to have these fantasies?

Is it weird that I kind of wish I could swap places with the girl lying under four pairs of female feet?

No. It’s not weird.

Yes, you are completely okay.

You’re not wrong and definitely not alone.

But I know how painful it can be when you feel like you have to hide this part of yourself.

Of course, this is intimate — something you might not want to share with just anyone. But if you’re hiding it even from those you love most.. is that really making you happy?

I truly believe that openness makes us stronger. That by accepting and even loving what enriches us in such a unique way, we can live more honestly. More freely. More us.

I wish we could show the world:

Our kink is so much more than cheap gratification.

That we can fight the prejudice — together.

That people with a foot fetish can be absolutely respectful, kind, and loving.

That we are so much more than the loud ones.

And maybe.. maybe it starts with a small step.

Like leaving a comment, joining a footfetish-community or simply admitting to yourself:

“This part of me is okay. It belongs to me.”

Whatever you choose:

You are more than your kink. But your kink is a valuable part of you — one that deserves to be seen, respected, and loved.

Especially by you.

And… remember when I said you’re not alone?

• In a 2021 YouGov study in the U.S., 14% of men and 7% of women said they find feet sexually attractive.

• I know, none of you guys know this website, but according to Pornhub’s own stats, “feet” and “foot” are consistently among the top 20 search terms — for both men and women.

Wild, right?

And researchers estimate that up to 1 in 10 people — fking 10% — have some form of foot- or shoe-related attraction. From purely aesthetic interest to full-blown BDSM-integrated fantasies.

So even if you sometimes feel alone with your desire, hear me now:

I see you.

I believe in you.

And I write for you.

So that maybe, one day, we won’t say it with shame — but with pride:

This is my kink. And it’s part of who I am.

With all my love,

your writing mess Sophie