Looking for a New Erogenous Zone?

It sounds like the title of one of those women’s magazine come-on articles at the checkout stand. The ten hottest sex positions. Five things sure to turn women on. Somehow the actual article never really delivers on the promise. I hope I can do a little better.

Sure we all know about the obvious erogenous zones—genitals, nipples (for most women and a few lucky guys), mouths and hands. Maybe the backs of the knees, the crease of the elbow. And don’t forget the brain ;-)

But what about the less obvious candidates? Ears, for example. (For more on this possibility, read my story “Virgin Ear” in Sage Vivant and M. Christian's Garden of the Perverse).

And feet.

Well, maybe feet belong in the obvious category. We’ve all heard of foot fetishists. Men who slaver over women in five-inch stiletto heels. Women who slaver over expensive designer shoes. Passions I never really quite understood, although I do appreciate how the crease between the big and second toe resembles cleavage. And there is something visually pleasing about a smooth female foot with painted toenails. Okay, now that I’m thinking about it, I did have a few moments of shoe love in my teens. When I was in high school I saw a pair of high-heeled maroon suede boots in the store that looked an awful lot like Victorian-style button-up shoes. About as Masterpiece Theatre as you could get in the local mall, and I convinced my mother to buy them for me. The only problem was, they were unwearable. After about ten steps, my feet were throbbing. It took hours and sometimes days to recover. The few nights I wore them out, I could barely walk back home. Most of the time I ending up taking them off and going barefoot. Once I convinced my boyfriend to carry me (talk about Victorian). He rowed heavyweight crew and he managed the burden just fine.

What I really want to talk about is my latest publication, a reprint of my story "Magic" on Clean Sheets, one of my very favorite places to be published! (I like the picture they chose for it, too.) The story originally appeared in Sexiest Soles: Erotic Stories about Feet and Shoes, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and Christopher Pierce. You might be interested a little background on my story, “Magic.” You see, some time ago, I discovered I had a very sensitive spot that I was never aware of before. My husband and I were lying on the sofa one evening and he was massaging my feet in a lazy, affectionate way. Nothing too extraordinary there. But suddenly, as he pressed and kneaded my left instep, I started getting…you know…feelings. Very nice feelings. Feelings so nice I thought maybe the foot massage alone would…you know…do the trick. Well, the kids were around and we didn’t feel right taking this new possibility to its conclusion right then and there, but our little discovery was a welcome addition to our repertoire. Not to mention, it provided the inspiration for "Magic."

A happy ending all around.

So, enough about me. Why not try finding your own hidden hot spot someday soon? You might be surprised what you discover.