The Flip Flop Girl

Leave it to TMZ to provide some very juicy toe sucking stories like this one.

For anyone who has seen "From Dust to Dawn" this isn't a shock. You have to hand it to Quentin for being so free with his foot fetish. The photo says it all to me: we have so much more to discuss! I don't know if any of you guys who have posted have really yet articulated what it's like for you to love a woman's feet. I'd love to read your specific thoughts. As for you girls out there, I realize it's more of a touchy subject but I'd love to have you chime in too.

Well, I suppose this inspires a call for a top ten list of foot fetish celebs. Quentin would have to be at the top of this one.

Actually, I just learned about this TMZ story from there very own show on TV! Did you see it? They started to come up with their own list: Tommy Lee, Jack Black, and some new model, I didn't catch the name. Oh, well. As I think we realize now, all of this just goes to show there's so much more to this very fascinating subject.

I hate to say this but does Quentin gross anyone out? Is his foot love just a bit too much?

Labels: blogs, buzz, celebrities, feet, flip flops, foot, foot fetish, Quentin Tarantino, sex, TMZ, toes

Open Toes, The Beauty of it All!

My new best blogger friend, Paolo, clued me into a major foot find coming from, of all places, American Idol and, baby, this is HUGE. I mean, this truly rings my bell. This is Paolo's response for my call for foot songs(see my post with the Ludacris pic):

I just thought you might be interested in checking out the new song "Open Toes" by last year's American Idol finalist Katherine McPhee. I'm not a big fan of the song itself -- it's slick, blandly over-produced dance-pop. It would be totally forgettable, other than the fact that it blatantly celebrates the desirability of a pedicure displayed via the eponymous footwear. Have a look for yourself.

I find the choice of words particularly interesting, because McPhee went barefoot several times duirng her run on the show, ostensibly for comfort. But with the release of this cut, it's pretty obvious that she clearly recognized the appeal of a cute pair of feet (even if she wasn't actually the one who penned the lyrics in question -- I still need to verify that part).

Here are some of the best lines from this amazing piece of pop magic:

Hey let's go
If they're not too high
Too low
I'll take them home
In purple, red, or gold
Cuz I know them boys
They like
Those open toes

Jeans all black
Hair slicked back
Baseball cap
Still cute in my open toes
Mini skirt
Feet don't hurt
Just a flirt
Too cute in my open toes
Work or play
Night or day
Do my thing
Too cute in my open toes
Never too many open toes
A girl needs plenty open toes

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

I'm lovin' these sling-back shoes
I like the way they stay loose
I could wear them all day
And listen to the click-clack
Shoes like this make me hate flats
Swipe that card I'm good
Another pair in leather and wood
I'm a sucker for a name-brand
Skip the rack
And stick to the game plan

Hey let's go
If they're not too high
Too low
I'll take them home
(I'll take them home)
In purple, red, or gold
Cuz I know them boys
They like those open toes
Those open toes

Labels: American Idol, blogs, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, mules, music, open toes, pedicures, pop culture, pumps, slingbacks, toes, Writing

Flip Flop Girl Recommends Getting Boinked

Hey everybody, I hope you're all having a fun and sexy day. I feel so good from my head to my toes! Yes, I'm feeling like I'm ready to tackle anything. Spring is around the corner and I'm wearing flip flops more and more. Still a little cold but we're almost there. I have a lot to say. As I said in my last post, I'm going to say it any way I feel like saying it! I do hold back sometimes. Trust me, I do even if it sounds kinda wild. I am a very exuberant person: very loving, very generous, very much alive. And so I try my best to animate my stories with an extra sexy charge at times. Other times, it's coming to you pretty much straight as it happened with some modifications. And, as I said, I do this to protect people and as a firm believer in artistic license. All in all, I just ask that you have a little faith and enjoy yourself and take from it what you will.

One reason I feel so good is my discovery of such a beautiful sex-positive magazine, Boink coming to you from Boston University and made up of real college students letting it all hang out in a very sensual and honest way. So, yeah, if you're in the area, buy a copy there, or just purchase it from their site.

Another reason that I'm feeling good is that I'm still with my boyfriend and we've made plans to go to LA for awhile. It will be nice to get away from the intensely grey skies of Seattle. Anyone from Seattle? You know what I mean. The grey skies have been attributed to the high suicide rate in this region. At least above average. One of the main venues for suicides is the Aurora Bridge overlooking the canal. That is actually right where my old boyfriend works, in that corporate complex nearby. Anyway, there is a lot about Seattle that I identify with Simon and I still think he and I will need to talk sometime in the future for better closure or whatever might happen. I want to give Thad more of a chance since he's really come through for me and I think a different locale for us to hang out and relax will be good for us.

Do you want to hear a quick and dirty foot fetish story? Okay, this is as true to the event as I can get. This happened the other day between Thad and me. He doesn't know about my blog so that helps me just blurt this out. It's not that bad anyway. We were together in bed just playing. I asked asked him if he was into food sex. He shrugged and then looked curious. I had just stocked up on groceries and had much of what I needed lined up for the week: all my juices, water, milk, yogurt....hmmm, yogurt. So, I ask him, "How about if you bring me a yogurt from the fridge?"

"Strawberry or vanilla?" is what I hear from a distance.

"Vanilla!"

Okay, you get the picture. We dipped a little hear and a little there, drizzled a little everywhere. His cock is very cute with a dollop of vanilla custard. And, of course, my toes are extra nutritous and delicious with some cream on top!

So, I recommend a copy of Boink and some yogurt and your lover of choice.

That's all for now. I have a busy day ahead. Anyway, I'm back and better than ever!

Labels: Boink, Boston University, coeds, college, cream, erotica, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, magazine, pop culture, publishing, sex, spring, toes, Writing, yogurt

Flip Flop Girl's Life: Back to Brian, More of our Sexcapades

Okay, in the big picture, this wasn't that long ago but it wasn't yesterday either. I was seventeen. It was my senior year. It was back in 1998. I remember being into Busta Rhymes. I remember my favorite movie was The Dreamlife of Angels. That and Rushmore. And I remember feeling pretty content and maybe a little full of myself. I had matched myself up with this boy who was really hot and who satisfied all my growing sexual needs. Looking back, he didn't have the dark and brooding, and frankly more interesting, qualities of David. But I had told myself that I wasn't going to look back. David was long gone from my life. I didn't want to open any wounds and we kept away from each other so well that it should have scared me a little. Now, with Brian, he was someone so full of confidence. Full of a great deal of confidence, maybe more so than promise but these were details I was willing to overlook. That first "interview" had cut deep inside me and I'd become addicted to the thrill. I was a very good student but, beyond school, all I could think of was more ways of getting it on with him.

I must tell you that to have your special kink suddenly indulged by a sweet stranger does things to you that you can't expect or know how to fully process until much time has passed. Right then, with Brian, all I wanted was more of the same. I wanted my naked feet dangling from my desk at school and he strategically running his hand by them during class. And, more than anything, I wanted to go back to that "interview." Yes, the "interview," as he called it, became a big thing for me right away and I know he got lost in it too. It wasn't but a few days later that we found each other back where we started. He called me the night before and said rather sheepishly that he had a few more questions for me for his article and wanted to know if I would be interested in stopping by the lab the next morning.

"Do you want to suck my toes?" I aksed, all sultry and insolent.

"That could be a big part of the interview. We'll have to see."

"Do you like the way my feet look? The toes so long and elegant, all so perfectly formed, all crowned with such beautiful nails. The skin so creamy. Every inch of skin a pure delight."

"Rachel, are we having phone sex?"

"Yeah."

"I want to feel your soles against my face..."

"Are you jerking off already?"

"It didn't take much to get me going."

"Maybe you should save it for tomorrow."

"What did you have in mind?"

"It depends on how things go."

"How is that?"

"As long as we don't get caught."

"Are you going to hold back like last time if you get scared?"

"No. I mean, if we get caught, we get caught. We'd be forced to stop."

"Oh, Rachel, I'd keep fucking no matter what. There could be the principal right behind me trying to pull me off you and I'd just keep going until I spurt."

"You better bring a condom."

"God, it's so ready to cum right now."

"Go ahead, I don't want you to be too overworked."

"Pretend you have both of my feet right up against your face. You can smell them all you like. How do they smell?"

"They're sweaty and I love it!"

"How do they taste?"

"Like pure honey!"

"Like what?"

"Honey!"

"Keep sucking that honey, honey."

"Oh, Rachel, I think I'm going to..."

"See ya tomorrow."

We got off to as early a start as possible. Brian had a key to the lab and so we were able to get a head start on everyone. We knew we didn't have much time and we knew what we wanted. It was such an awesome thrill. We hadn't seen each other totally naked yet so we got high off that as we stripped off the moment we got inside that classroom. He started sucking on my tits and I grabbed for his cock. It was even bigger than I thought it was. I couldn't wait to suck on it. I knelt down and took it into my mouth. He groaned and even gasped a little. I remember squeezing his ass while I sucked. Then I layed down on the floor and raised both of my feet up in the air. He knelt down and started lapping away at the soles as he jerked off. Aw, it was like an out-of-body experience. It was so intense and we started to lose track of time. I didn't like what I was doing in the sense of it being so reckless but that also made it so much sweeter for me. When I finally saw him wrap his dick in a condom, I felt such a relief to know we weren't completely insane! He pounded away with just the right pressure and managed to keep going long enough for me to cum once, twice, maybe more. It was needed. I felt release...so much so that I felt I'd gotten it out of my system. It was the best morning in school I'd ever had!

Labels: blogs, erotica, feet, first love, flip flops, foot fetish, high school, journals, kinky, pop culture, sex, toes, Writing, young, youth

Ludacris has a Foot Fetish

Although Ludacris does refer to a foot fetish in his music, his songs don't stray too far from the "I wanna kiss you from your head to your toes" sort of thing. That said, his music is, no doubt, very hot.

I can't think of any popular songs that get really close to a foot fetish theme. Some are almost there, like Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me" from Hysteria: "...sticky sweet from your head, to your feet..." That's hot and satisfies a freaky foot thing while managing to keep a little distance--not an easy feat, ha, ha. Maybe I don't need a song just about feet--or maybe I do but there are none to be had. Within the established "head to toe" framework, there is much that can be done and it is good to keep some context. There's that one country song I'm thinking of with the guy all in awe of his girlfriend, all her charms, who happens to look lovely in her flip flops or something like that. That's kinda cool.

Sexy music with a "head to toe" vibe is fine. Like Madonna's "Dress You Up" from Like a Virgin.

Can you think of some songs like that? Or any songs with a footsie thing going on? Are there any songs you can think of that are just about a foot fetish? I may end up starting up a new list. We could probably get up to 20 fairly quick. Let me know what you think.

Labels: blogs, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, Ludacris, music, pop culture, pop music, rap, rock, sex, toes, Writing

Flip Flop Girl Finds Flip Flop Boy

It was in my senior year that I really came around to becoming the flip flop girl I am today. I think my chickens came home to roost, as they say. All the things that were burning inside me, all my desires, all my fantasies, had to be met head on. There was no turning back. I was a glorious young woman in full bloom and in full command of whatever her heart desired. Nothing really left to stop me. I had gotten to taste two extremes in boy action: one wild but stupid and the other mild, maybe distant, leaving me wanting more. That fall, I set aside my Doc Martens, and started out the year in some hellishly red flip flops with hot red nail polish to match. I was on fire and I wanted people to know it. I was smart, as smart as a teenager could be I thought, but I also wanted to shake things up and do it on my terms.


Having said that, I do regret that I didn't make things work with David. At the time, I put a lot of it off on him. I was going with my feelings and my feelings were very strong. In the end, if you can't trust your gut, what do you have, right? Well, I certainly wasn't being logical and even-tempered about it. I was working from some deep-seated passions that weren't being met. That's how I felt at the time. And when you're a teen in heat, you sometimes can't think straight. All of this fire within me led me to Brian, a guy who was cool without trying. He was handsome, athletic, and a quick wit. He also seemed to know what he was doing. There was no awkwardness with him. I remember thinking about him while I was still with David. I remember contemplating somehow getting to know him. And then, on that first day of class, he walked up to me. He said he was continuing on as part of the staff for our school paper and he wanted to do a profile on me. It was perfect. He said he liked my illustrations from last year's yearbook and even wondered if I might want to join the newspaper staff. Well, whatever he asked, I was going to say yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Then he put the icing on the cake. He looked down at my feet and smiled. "You have very pretty feet." Oh, my god. Guys had said that but not the right guy and Brian was looking very much like the right guy! And things only got better. They got better really fast.

Brian asked if I'd like to meet him in our newspaper lab for the interview the next day before classes started. Of course I would! I didn't see him again until that next morning. It was so exciting to finally start in on something with him. I knew it was suppose to just be an interview but I also knew that most of these high school features were just fun fluff: a chance to flirt, gossip, or whatever. I had applied a new coat of candy apple red to my toes and offset it with hot pink flip flops. I distinctly remember he couldn't get his eyes off my feet the moment I walked in the door. The feeling was so intense it gives me goose bumps even today, considering what happened next.

We made ourselves comfortable at a long table with chairs facing each other. I had a feeling I could do just about anything and Brian didn't let me down. Without thinking, I pushed my feet up and plopped them down on his lap. "Brian, before we do anything, I really could use a foot massage." He kept looking at my feet. I wiggled my toes, the flip flops starting to come loose. He took hold of both my feet.

"Rachel, you do have such pretty feet. How did you know I would appreciate them?"

"You told me yourself yesterday!"

"I did start to say that. But I didn't say how much."

"Show me."

This is what did it for me.

He slid off one flip flop and raised my foot to his face.

"They smell like roses."

I giggled. I wasn't sure what would happen next. I was coming close to being on the edge of my seat.

He still had the flip flop in his hand. I think he was rubbing it between his fingers.

"Rachel, I'm really turned on."

I felt like I was at the height of sophistication. I felt invincable. It was like the two of us were having a good laugh on everyone else. We knew something no one else did. We were hot. We were horny. And we were smart as hell.

He pressed my foot to his mouth and started lapping away like a dog. I scrunched up my toes and he licked all the little crevices. I spread my toes and he licked everywhere in between. I was shaking. I was wet. I couldn't believe how lucky I could be. I needed this so bad. Brian. Yes. He had unlocked a door that was going to stay open from now on.

This was only the start. I knew it was only going to get better but not necessarily right then. I pulled my foot away.

"Oh, Brian, you don't know how much I needed that. But I want to hold back, ease back."

"You're right, Rachel. This is new for me too. I mean, like this, just out of the blue."

"I just don't want us to get caught being stupid about things."

"I know."

And I'm glad I put the brakes on it when I did just to let him know I wasn't some out-of-control nympho. I wasn't really into living out some porn fantasy once I came to my senses. I'd like to think Brian would have stopped too at some point. But then, just as soon as we had calmed down, I know I started thinking about how hot that was. It left me wanting more and I instinctively felt it left him wanting more too--but in a good way. I know that was my logic. And it worked. It worked very well and led to fullfilling everything I could have wanted back then as we embarked on our new shared path.

Labels: autobiography, blogs, boyfriends, dating, erotica, first love, flip flops, foot fetish, high school, love, sex, toe sucking, toes

Flip Flop Girl: On Being a Girl

I never lose sight of the fact that being in tune with the ground, with your feet, encompasses many things. I think my earliest memories of flip flops are sweet and bring back to me a pure and innocent sensuality that is powerful in its own right. It reminds me of Woodsworth's search for a greater innocence, one tempered by experience.

A little girl in flip flops is tapping into feeling good on a profound level and she already knows it. What she doesn't know, all that sex stuff, she doesn't have to know. It gets in the way. Sometimes, it gets in my way. Sometimes I envy people not aware of what a foot fetish is. I can't believe the other day when I was over at a friend's and she had on the TV. And it was Oprah. The topic of foot fetishes came up and Oprah said she'd never heard of such a thing. But then I think that I am better off knowing as much as I want and putting it to good use.

As a child, playing on the beach, I remember the sensation of being one with my body and with nature. A Garden of Eden feeling! Placing my feet in the sand, working them deep down inside, padding about leaving footprints, and then having the ocean wash each and every little grain of sand away, all these sensations were having their way with me.

If I found myself starting high school with making plans for having sex on the beach, I could say that the beach had already seduced me. As soon as I was old enough, I know I played with myself while pressing my feet into the sand. It wasn't anything explicit. I was about thirteen and I do remember discreetly rubbing myself while at the beach. It was a start and I was confident even back then that much lay ahead.

I suppose my experience with Tim was a bit of a false start. I was never really in harm's way. As I say, it's not for everyone. I wouldn't want my child, if I ever do have a child, to do the same. It was just one of those things that worked itself out for my particular needs. It provided me with a little of everything: information, confidence, and some attention. I was lucky to make use of it all as best I could. That experience did not, however, provide me with much love so I can't call it my first love. That came a little later.

Labels: beach, erotica, flip flops, foot fetish, girl, sand, sex, story, toes, Writing