Feet.

Possibly the most innocuous fetish in the world. About a third of people (well, of people who tell me their fetishes, which is an awfully biased sample) seem to like 'em. Brandon and Jon both do. I'm okay with 'em. I don't really lust for feet, or for things to be done to my feet. Doesn't gross me out either. Few things do.

But the great thing about a foot fetish is that even if you don't have one, it's still fun to indulge someone with one. All you have to do is lie back and receive some really enthusiastic footrubs. No embarassment, no pain, no grossout, no risk, no hard work, no fancy costumes. Although I have picked up some deliciously impractical shoes.

The only more convenient fetish I've ever run into was, sadly, a one-night stand. He had a cunnilingus fetish.

God I miss him.