The Subtle Magnetism of Nature

I was going to do a post about nature worship/pantheism today, but fuck it, let’s talk about boot fetishes instead. Notice I did not say “foot fetish”. I have no desire for a man or woman to lick my bare feet or toes. It’s not that I don’t have cute feet. They are, in fact, quite shapely and painted nicely at the moment. However, a good boot licking done with the right amount enthusiasm could really turn this girl out. Once, in a room full of people, I had the pleasure of receiving a brief but sloppy boot sucking. Even so, I did feel little shock waves of desire as the boot dude got down on his knee in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my stiletto heel and proceeded to suck it off.

Nice.

I was never intimate with the boot guy, we only kissed once and truth be told it was, like his boot head, rather sloppy. Yet, it was at that time I started to research various fetishes, BDSM activities, and dom/sub relationships. I found a lot of things turned me on that I never even gave a second thought to before. I started watching alternative/fetish porn to figure out what types of fetishes did it for me and what did not. I also started to do “energy experiments” with the men I was intimate with by consciously putting out my own masculine energy during sex rather than “being done”. It was fascinating. I found myself touching my partner differently and I was able to appreciate other parts of his body I had previously ignored or skipped over. When I looked down at my partner’s face, his expression took on a very feminine quality.

In order for a sexual relationship to be satisfying for me there has to be some sort of energy switch where feminine becomes masculine or vice versa. I'm bored with sexual experiences that do not allow for a range of gender expression. The standard missionary position “you are the man and I am the woman” fuck does not hold one ounce of appeal for me. First of all, being bi-sexual, I couldn’t follow those rules anyway. Next, for the love of God!, what a boring lesson in relating! I couldn’t imagine a world where we are stuck in some predetermined roles just waiting for the interesting stuff to come (or cum?). How stuffy. And did I mention lame?

Men/women who are afraid to get dirty, gritty, nasty, ect.. are definitely not my cup o’ tea. Even as a child, I reveled in the dirt, literally. After a session of playing outdoors, my hair, clothes, and toes were often covered in mud and dirt, and I loved it! The experience of being intimately tied to (or tied up?) with the Earth felt very natural. In adulthood, I’ve carried some of those same concepts into the bed room. See, I started out writing about boot fetishes, but ended up coming (cum-ing) back to nature anyway. heh. And so it goes…