I don't have long to talk today - as usual! - but wanted to let everyone know that, yes, I was mugged, robbed, whatever and lost my purse and phone. I'm trying my hardest to pick up the pieces but until I can get a locksmith to change the locks at my place I will not be staying there. Lots of stuff to get worked out in the meantime.
I'm sorry for having to post this in such an inelegant way and, don't worry, I wasn't hurt too badly. Will check in when I can.
all apologies - I was duped
I had an email forwarded to my gmail account on here showing a spam email sent in my name that I did NOT authorize...what happened was a visitor to the site offered to help promote me in exchange for some pics and I said, "Sure, why not?" He, in turn, sent out a spam email to about a billion random people - I'm sure not all of which have any interest whatsoever in my site.
For that, I am truly apologetic - I made an error in judgment and that's not what I was hoping for at all. I'm trying to build a community here where I'll eventually be able to include forums and have my own site and the whole nine yards. I do not want to deceive or trick anyone into coming here if they don't genuinely have an interest.
So, again, I apologize to anyone who received the spam. Thankfully I didn't share my pics with this slime and I promise to be more careful of offers of assistance in the future.
Worst part was the guy wasn't even literate in his message, sigh.
~toots.
For that, I am truly apologetic - I made an error in judgment and that's not what I was hoping for at all. I'm trying to build a community here where I'll eventually be able to include forums and have my own site and the whole nine yards. I do not want to deceive or trick anyone into coming here if they don't genuinely have an interest.
So, again, I apologize to anyone who received the spam. Thankfully I didn't share my pics with this slime and I promise to be more careful of offers of assistance in the future.
Worst part was the guy wasn't even literate in his message, sigh.
~toots.
new poll
There's a poll to the right side there - I'm assembling my photo albums in my free time and I'd like your feedback on what you want to see.
Thanks for your input!
xxx.
Thanks for your input!
xxx.
ask tootsie
I promise I have more pictures to post – a LOT more pictures, with different scenes and themes – but I’m finding it increasingly difficult to get somewhere private in order to post them. I can hardly pull them up at the library, now can I? So instead I’m dedicating this post to answer a question I’ve gotten a couple of times in my email – and I really do dig on the communication, even though I’ve been poor at responding lately. Sorry!
Anyway, visitor Kelvin asked Tootsie: “When did you first discover your fetish?”
Like most of you it was a long-term process. I only recently started using the word “fetish” because I guess I didn’t really understand what it was all about. I have this habit of sitting with one leg tucked under me – I have as long as I can remember – and once day when I was younger I discovered how good it felt to have my heel grinding against my crotch. Better still, I could do it secretly and no one would realize what I was doing. As I got older I noticed that, when I was getting turned on, I would tuck my foot underneath me and grind. So instead of the contact being what was getting me off, I was getting off on the fact that it was my heel rubbing against my pussy. When I would masturbate to porn I would try to bend so that my toes would rub against my clit…I used to be a LOT more flexible than I am now.
Even then I didn’t realize I had a “thing” for feet – and my first encounter with a guy who had a “thing” for feet ended rather badly. I was standing naked in front of him and he, without a word of warning, fell to his knees and started licking my toes.
It was electric.
But I was kind of scared at how I felt so I made a joke about it…”Hey, your tongue’s about three feet off the target, ha ha ha!” and he stopped. I still kick myself (no pun intended) that I was too cowardly to really explore my feet “thing” with him, since he soon went back to college in another state, but it was a scene I returned to frequently when I would masturbate. He and I discussed it afterwards and I began taking pictures of my feet in various poses, colors of polish, socks and shoes to share with him.
Then I discovered that I really, really…whew…really liked looking at the pictures. So I took a LOT of them. And I discovered I enjoyed sharing them with people, too.
And here we are.
So that’s kind of a long-winded explanation of why I’m doing what I’m doing. I’d love to hear your stories so don’t be shy to comment or email.
I promise I won’t annoy you with too many stories – I really am trying to get more pictures up…I think you’ll really enjoy my collection.
Now back to “real” life – thanks for stopping by!
~tootsie.
Anyway, visitor Kelvin asked Tootsie: “When did you first discover your fetish?”
Like most of you it was a long-term process. I only recently started using the word “fetish” because I guess I didn’t really understand what it was all about. I have this habit of sitting with one leg tucked under me – I have as long as I can remember – and once day when I was younger I discovered how good it felt to have my heel grinding against my crotch. Better still, I could do it secretly and no one would realize what I was doing. As I got older I noticed that, when I was getting turned on, I would tuck my foot underneath me and grind. So instead of the contact being what was getting me off, I was getting off on the fact that it was my heel rubbing against my pussy. When I would masturbate to porn I would try to bend so that my toes would rub against my clit…I used to be a LOT more flexible than I am now.
Even then I didn’t realize I had a “thing” for feet – and my first encounter with a guy who had a “thing” for feet ended rather badly. I was standing naked in front of him and he, without a word of warning, fell to his knees and started licking my toes.
It was electric.
But I was kind of scared at how I felt so I made a joke about it…”Hey, your tongue’s about three feet off the target, ha ha ha!” and he stopped. I still kick myself (no pun intended) that I was too cowardly to really explore my feet “thing” with him, since he soon went back to college in another state, but it was a scene I returned to frequently when I would masturbate. He and I discussed it afterwards and I began taking pictures of my feet in various poses, colors of polish, socks and shoes to share with him.
Then I discovered that I really, really…whew…really liked looking at the pictures. So I took a LOT of them. And I discovered I enjoyed sharing them with people, too.
And here we are.
So that’s kind of a long-winded explanation of why I’m doing what I’m doing. I’d love to hear your stories so don’t be shy to comment or email.
I promise I won’t annoy you with too many stories – I really am trying to get more pictures up…I think you’ll really enjoy my collection.
Now back to “real” life – thanks for stopping by!
~tootsie.
black boots
Unfortunately, it'll be a little while before I'll be able to upload pics to the site since I'll only be able to get online at the library. I can still access my email, though, so don't be shy to tell me what you think!
love,
~toots.
xxx
good morning!
I'm at my friend Katy's house this morning getting ready to hit the gym and the market - I have a fun pasta luncheon to cater this weekend: pasta for a hundred! So I'm finalizing my menu based on the quality of ingredients I find. This will be my first winter catering and I really don't know how the cold weather is going to impact my quality or prices. It's always an adventure.
The good thing about pasta is that, whether you're making it for two or two hundred, the amount of work is pretty much the same; it's just the quantities that differ.
I have some photos ready to post but I don't know if I'll get a chance to come back to Katy's today to post them in private or not. I'm trying to convince her to let me roll the pasta dough in her kitchen since she has so much more space than I do - and if I do that she'll definitely give me privacy in which I can abuse her hospitality and post pics of my yummy knee-high black boots.
I don't feel guilty about tricking her like this because Katy is one of my lifelong friends who used to make fun of my toes and feet when we were growing up. "Bird feet! Can you dig for worms with those toes?"
I wonder if she'd laugh now...if only she knew.
xxx.
The good thing about pasta is that, whether you're making it for two or two hundred, the amount of work is pretty much the same; it's just the quantities that differ.
I have some photos ready to post but I don't know if I'll get a chance to come back to Katy's today to post them in private or not. I'm trying to convince her to let me roll the pasta dough in her kitchen since she has so much more space than I do - and if I do that she'll definitely give me privacy in which I can abuse her hospitality and post pics of my yummy knee-high black boots.
I don't feel guilty about tricking her like this because Katy is one of my lifelong friends who used to make fun of my toes and feet when we were growing up. "Bird feet! Can you dig for worms with those toes?"
I wonder if she'd laugh now...if only she knew.
xxx.
bath time - pink nails
There are more from this session in the bathtub but I am not giving up the uncensored pics for free. If you want to show me some paypal love, though, I promise you won't be disappointed.
~tootsie.
xxx
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