I moved on to college where I felt a new sense of freedom, having more time to myself during the day, for example. There were, of course, new teachers and students with pretty feet to fantasise about.

At the start of my second year, I turned 18 and at times I used to spend my time browsing the plethora of foot fetish images available on Yahoo Groups. I am still a member of several of these groups today although the internet has moved on from then and there is little activity these days.

Specific images made an impression. There is one of a glamorous lady sat on a chair leaning back as a man lies on his stomach sucking her toes. How I desperately wanted to be that man. And how I desperately wish I knew her name so I might find the other photos in the set. Over time I found four more of her having her feet kissed while she sits in this chair, but I have located no more. It has become the ‘holy grail’ of my porn collection.

During college, I looked forward to going to university. Imagine the fun I could have in my own room, downloading as much material as I like and being able to go where I want, I thought. For the time though, I had to content myself with the occasional browse around Yahoo, buying newspapers and lads mags and the fantasies I created in my mind about worshipping the feet of teachers at college.

One of those was a P.E. teacher whose feet and toes seemed far too sweet to be those of an active sportswoman. She used to wear flip-flops with beads on, and I used to imagine myself stealing into her office and getting up close and personal with her feet.

Being 18, of course, meant I was old enough to buy porn mags. Deciding to never do things by halves, when I went into a small newsagent where I had frequently bought newspapers, driving license ready in case I was asked for ID, I picked up a copy of both Fiesta and Escort. I was nervous. I was conscious that there was potential for embarrassment should somebody I know walk in. Fortunately, nobody else entered, I wasn’t asked to prove my age, and I shoved the magazines into my bag.

It felt like a rite of passage. Like your first drink, your first driving lesson, your first kiss, your first porn mag will be remembered. I was yet to have a driving lesson or a proper kiss. Those porn mags got an awful lot of ‘use’ despite the insufficient interest from a pure foot fetish point of view.

A lot of the images of women wearing heels or in bare feet were for the many sex lines and as referenced earlier, I tried to phone a few although the majority in these magazines were premium rate and so unavailable to me on my mobile phone.

Having to travel out of town to go to and from college meant I spent a lot of time on buses or at the bus station. One of my erotica pieces is called A Stranger On The Bus, and it describes the story of two strangers (i.e. me and another woman) enjoying foot worship on a bus. That was sparked by me seeing a pretty woman wearing black pumps at the bus station. There was no interaction, we were sitting in different bays but the idea was planted and out of it came a fantasy, and a piece of writing.

I remember waiting at another bus station when two slightly older women walked past me. Both were wearing heels, and one of them was wearing pink slingback pumps. The flash of her heel as she moved past me much intrigued me, and to this day, I find slingbacks very sexy and love it when I see women wearing them.