Is it normal that i love having a foot fetish

I feel like people who don't have foot fetishes are seriously missing out on something amazing. Before I get into why, I want to make you aware that I am easily aroused by the more traditional parts of the female body, like tits, ass and pussy. I think my interest in those parts is equally as intense as men who don't have foot fetishes. However, feet are on whole a different fucking planet to me. Feet turn me on in a way that dwarfs the way anything else does. The phrase "turn me on" isn't even a fair one to use to describe what they do to me. The best way to describe it would just be to give you an example. This example will be quite explicit, and probably even a little pathetic to you, so if you're sensitive about this sort of thing don't read on.
The worst thing about having a foot fetish is also the one of the best things; society doesn't deem it normal. It's one of the best things because there's so many opportunities so see women's feet as they're not always covered up like their other "bits". About two years ago I had this Kate Middleton-lookalike college tutor who for some unknown reason always walked around the classroom barefoot. Despite this, and despite the hundreds of hours I'd spent staring, I'd only ever had glimpses of her soles, (which are the main attraction). The tops of feet are still extremely hot, but the soles are what drive me crazy. My favourite hobby was making it obvious to her that I liked her feet. I'd blatantly stare at her feet while we conversed, and sometimes even compliment her on her polish colour. The fantasy that this would one day pay off was incredible. To my surprise it wasn't just a fantasy.
I sat on the table closest to her desk, it was actually connected to her desk, which made it impossible to see her feet when she was sat at it because my line of sight when sitting was blocked by the front of her desk. I had a great time looking under her desk the twenty-plus times I purposely dropped something, though. However, one day I actually dropped an eraser accidentally, which landed under her desk. I noticed she noticed and I expected her to pick it up for me since it was right underneath her. But, she didn't. She gave me a tiny smile and then got back to reading through tests. I thought nothing of it and got on my knees, peeked under her desk and spotted the eraser, but to my surprise her feet weren't there. I reached under her desk and as soon as I placed my hand on the eraser she slowly lowered her foot onto my hand. She pressed down quite firmly preventing any escape, and then with her other foot she started to stroke my arm. She loosened her grip after about two seconds of this to see how I would react, but I couldn't move as I was paralysed in a state of pure ecstasy ready to explode after only two seconds of this treatment. After she realised I wasn't going anywhere she continued to rub her feet all over my hand and arm for a further five seconds before she uttered, "I'm sorry, Jamie, I didn't mean to step on your hand". I couldn't believe what had actually happened. I got back to my seat in a state of complete shock, I felt like I'd been hypnotised and had absolutely lost all control to her, I made no attempt to hide the most raging boner I've ever had in my life from my friends who sat right next to me. I just didn't care about anything other than her soft, warm, most feet. I then heard her announce that her feet were aching and she needed to stretch them out. The words hadn't sank in before I had two of the best soles I'd ever seen right in my face. http://www.allyoucanfeet.com/tgp/20081012/look.php?pic=C001_11 (These resemble hers.) I had absolutely no control at this point, I watched her slowly spread her feet in different positions for about forty seconds, at the same time my friends were trying to talk to me, but I was far too deep in trance to even acknowledge them. Without even touching my dick I exploded in my pants from the experience which lasted less than a minute.
That is currently my only sexual experience with feet and it can't be compared to the sex I've had with the five different women since. Sex is great, but feet are simply something else. I'm confident that nobody can experience the pleasure I felt without having a foot fetish. I don't think I'll ever experience anything like that day again. Only if I get a girlfriend who I'm comfortable enough with to tell her about my fetish will I ever come close to that. Because although as glad as I am I have it, I'm also embarrassed by it.