I was in an interesting (but no doubt common) situation. I had no sisters and because of shyness and teasing I could not properly relate to girls. Girl classmates had black Chuck type hitops for netball and some wore them all day. Seeing them was a turn-on. Also seeing people in rubber soled (especially crepe) shoes, also tennies with gummy soles. In thinking about it, this was probably a substitute for girls. Then dad got these ripple sole shoes. They had 16 flexible ripples which would grip the floor then squish when the ripples broke traction. Seeing them made me go hard and crazy. I was too scared to express my feelings in case I was sent off to a mental hospital or suchlike. In reality I think he would have understood. When I was older and he had another pair, I would get up in the middle of the night, put them on and go for a walk outside. I loved hearing the soles rasp on the rough road surface. This made me go all hard. When I was old enough and could afford them I got my own pair but was too shy to wear them until I left home. The tip of my dick just loved those ripple soles. I later purchased another pair, but my partner hated them. I was lucky, she understood my fetish and even gave me some shoe jobs with them.feverpitch wrote: Mon Feb 28, 2022 2:38 pm Pretty sure it has to do with the fact that men develop sexual "urges" much earlier on in life than women, which manifest into object-based fetishes if a physical connection can't be met ...
Looking back on things, I wish I had borrowed dad's ripple sole shoes and rubbed my dick on the soles. That would have been real fun. There are other things I would have done differently too.