I hear ya. The weird thing with me (well, one of many) is that my thing for women’s feet just kind of landed in my lap out of nowhere, practically overnight. I never paid any particular attention to feet (men’s, women’s, mine…), but one summer in my mid-twenties I was frequently bored while riding the El to and from work. So I daydreamed while staring at the floor. And then gradually started noticing the feet on the floor. And well, it was summer, so lots of women were wearing sandals.
So during that summer I suddenly started finding women’s feet, strappy heels, and high-heeled boots really sexy. Up to that point I didn’t give any thought to feet or high-heels at all, then suddenly I wanted to wear them, and see them, in spite of myself. Can’t explain it. That was also when I realized I had a thing for (TMI)
pony tack… I think it looks really sexy, although I’m not in any way into pony play as a mental pretend-to-be-a-pony thing. This developed practically overnight just like the shoe/boot/foot thing did, and I think it’s related to boots, since when worn under flared pants, high-heeled boots make the foot look kinda-sorta like a hoof. Perhaps also to the sandals, given it’s the strappy-ness of the sandals and the tack that looks so sexy; so straps on the foot, straps across the chest, straps across the face, all good. And yeah, even I think that’s weird.
Oddly, perhaps, men’s feet do nothing for me. Not even if dressed up in strappy sandals. And for me, it’s about looking and appreciating the lines, curves, angles. Foot massages, foot worship, or anything like that kind of squicks me out. I wouldn’t want to touch your feet unless you were literally right out of the shower. And had specifically soaped them up for me. And even then it’s foot massages only.
Now you have. 
Although in a lot of regards I suspect I’m wired much like a guy, at least in terms of my visual orientations towards sexiness. Most of what I find visually appealing is all about women. Men have more subtle qualities that I appreciate.
Even prudish shoes can be hot. Sexy librarian in cute Mary Janes? Yum.
Sometimes it’s more about the mystery than what you see.
