3- His Feet.
I don’t have a foot fetish, at all. But my husband’s feet are powerful. When they sliver over to me under the bed sheets, I am reminded how much he needs me. For all his manliness, there is a vulnerable part that longs for intimacy and security. No, he doesn’t share his feelings everyday like I do (usually through talking), but he does find my foot, every night. The gentle, back-and-forth movement of his big toe in the arch of my foot provides just enough comfort to put me fast to sleep or to put me in the mood. Either way, I love that he uses his feet to speak when his mouth can’t.