Personal short confession by miwielki25, literature
Literature
Personal short confession
Sorry for language errros, english is not my native I think all of us male foot fetishists have had a moment when our teenage hormones were buzzing and we were very excited by the thought of seeing the feet of a man of flesh and blood. I do not mean even the most athletic and handsome classmate, but a mature man - husband, father, performing a dangerous profession, just a tough guy. When I was 16, my best friend's father became something of a god for me. I often visited Patryk's house, we usually played FIFA on the Playstation. My favorite moment was when his father, Robert, came home from work around 8 pm. Mr. Robert was a policeman, but not just any policeman - he worked in the criminal and investigative department. He worked out organized crime groups, he risked his life on a daily basis during the service. He was a very handsome, middle-aged man in his forties. He was over six feet tall, with a few days of neat stubble, a strong jawline, and dark hair. He was 100% masculine in