Men are either into breasts or bums, they say. Which makes me one of nature’s misprints, I guess, because I’m into legs. I was already a leg-fetishist long before I knew how to spell it. Legs rob me of my senses and give me a never-ending boner. Even my socks are wet at the end of the day. But there’s something mysterious about legs as well. There are numerous leg-fetish sites on the Net, which should suggest that this lovely fetish is widely accepted. But I’ve met quite a few Ladies with legs all the way up their armpits, but none of them seemed to understand what the leggy fuzz was all about. So it’s all fine and dandy to be a boot-, shoe-, panty-, ass-, foot- or what-not slave, but leg-slaves don’t even exist! How weird is that.