...Torn Between Desire and Duty...

I'm a first-year law student, trying to balance my studies with everything else in life. I've been dating this wonderful guy for the past six months now... We both want the same things in terms of relationship goals, marriage someday, building our lives together after we graduate and get jobs... But there's just one thing that sets us apart... It started a few weeks back when I was reading some BDSM content online. I stumbled upon stories involving foot worship, and let me tell you... it turned me on in ways I've never felt before. I found myself fantasizing about my feet being the center of attention, of someone wanting to worship them as if they were some kind of precious relic... I was hesitant at first, scared to even bring it up with him... He's an incredibly understanding and open-minded person, but there are limits to everything, right? We've talked about our sexual boundaries a few times before... and every time I wanted to bring this up... but something held me back. Maybe it was fear of judgment... Last night, after weeks of building it up in my mind, I finally took the plunge. It felt like a monumental step forward in our relationship, or so I thought. I brought it up while we were cuddling on the couch, trying to be as honest and straightforward as possible... But when he heard me out... his face fell. He's not into that kind of thing at all... I've been obsessing over this for weeks... and now I'm left feeling like a fraud, like there's something fundamentally wrong with my desires. Here we are, trying to make this work as a couple while I struggle internally... Should I keep it bottled up forever? Can our relationship handle me being true to myself? I don't want him to feel pressured into anything he doesn't enjoy... The other night, as we were getting intimate, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if he took off my socks and started worshipping my feet... He was in the midst of pleasuring me with his hands, fingers delving deep inside me... I could feel the warmth and pleasure building up between my legs... Then I felt a pang of guilt, knowing I wanted him to do something that would make him uncomfortable. His lips were on mine, his tongue swirling around mine in a passionate dance as he continued with what we both agreed was comfortable for us both... But all I could think about was how much it turned me on... I'm torn between my heart and my desires... Should I confess this to him? Could he ever see past the foot fetish into the person who loves him deeply, unconditionally? ...