For someone who loves his feet as much as I do, I have a seemingly strange fetish for wearing white ankle socks and sandals. Sometimes it's for practical reasons, primarily cool weather. But more often it's because it's a turn-on in one way or another.

Wearing socks and sandals with nothing else makes me feel more naked than naked, since it emphasizes the fact that my feet are covered and nothing else is. Since I see my feet as being sexual, not being able to see them bare forces my attention onto my bare genitals, as it also would for anyone seeing me. There's a strange feeling of being dressed yet not, the kind of thing you might do to make someone feel embarrassed. That humiliating attention can make me feel quite aroused, but with no way to hide.

Going out in a skirt with socks and sandals feels like I'm "dolled up", sex on a stick - wearing them draws attention to my feet, my bare legs, and my short skirt. Most people in our culture see wearing socks and sandals as meaning a person has some weirdness about their feet being exposed. They tend to think I'm wearing them so I'll be seen as a flirtatious sexual being, or that I'm trying to hide my foot fetish for fear I'll give away how much I like them being seen, or that I'm ashamed of how they look bare. And the reality is that, at different times, all three are true about me. It's fun to think most of them at least momentarily imagine what my feet must look like. This is also mostly the case if I'm wearing shorts, but in a skirt there is a delicious element of being displayed as someone who wants to be fucked - and in fact I'd love to be fucked while dressed like that.

When I did the back porch photo session, I started out wearing them just for that reason, so I'd feel like people seeing the photos would think it was kind of weird and I was doing it for sexual reasons, and so I'd be more likely to get an erection and be published online on Wikimedia like that for all to see. It did indeed have that effect. I felt trapped by the agreement I'd made to be naked, freshly shaved, and dosed with yohimbe in front of the camera for hours, and knowing I was going to be posted on line with socks and sandals and an erection from being seen wearing them was embarrassing. I'm very fond of those photos, though; they're some of my favorites. The were posted on Wikimedia and stayed up until they were purged a dozen years later.

I don't wear socks and sandals much currently, but there have been times when I've worn them for days at time at home. It feels comfortable and familiar and constantly provocative. When I finally take them off there's a period of erotic enjoyment from being able to see my feet and be fully naked again.