I used to live in London and was really poor. I had 10 pounds to last me till the end of the week, luckily I’m a pretty resourceful cook and had a topped up Oyster Card.
To make more money I considered being a sugar baby. It seemed easy, and I’d get wined and dined at all the fanciest places that I couldn’t afford. But when it came to meeting someone I couldn’t go through with selling myself like that. The thought of a man in his 50’s when I was in my 20’s creeped me out.
So I decided to explore another avenue – men with a foot fetish. I found someone’s ad on Gumtree, he offered to pay 100 pounds to massage my feet. I didn’t really know what I was in for. We met up and he was visibly turned on looking at my feet. I let him massage them with lotion and up my leg. Then he asked if he could put them in his mouth, I said it would cost more and he obliged. As soon as I felt his wet tongue on my toes I couldn’t stop laughing. Partly because it tickled, and partly because I felt sorry for this sad man putting a stranger’s foot in his mouth. I can’t say I enjoyed it but it was easy money.
He wanted to come back again but I said I was busy. I preferred being poor than subjecting myself to that. At least it makes a good story a decade on.