krista

Ok, all you armchair analysts:

My ankles are erogenous, as many have noted. 10 years of gymnastics led to 2-3 ankle injuries every year. My ankles are so very weak.

Last summer, I fell and seriously tore several ligaments in my right ankle. It had to be immobilized for 6 weeks. When the ER doctor examined me, I laughed hysterically at the pain. The X rays themselves excited me...it's film, after all. I wish I could have kept them.

The orthopedic surgeon I saw for the injury was vey attractive. It was the first time in my life I had doctor/patient fantasies.

A certain person held my ankles down while eating me out, probably so I wouldn't kick him in the head (oops, but this is why I let love stay). Now I have orgasms if he kisses me and strokes my ankle. No other stimulation necessary.

When I go out for the night, I always wear boots. I may not wear panties, but my ankles are always covered.

There you have it. I am one freaky chick with the such an innocent fixation...