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-  Shoe Fetish - The Fashion Designers Shoe Fetish or tales from his career as a fashion designer. 


Here is a perspective I didn’t think I would have when I started writing my book.  The person called it his tales from his career as a fashion designer.  An interesting perspective added to this simple fetish from this famous designers perspective.





I am always faced with tough choices in my line of work, but someone’s got to do it.  There I was in my office.  I'm a well known shoe designer.   I had clothing and several pairs of our models high heels near by on my desk that they had recently worn on the runway for a show.  Today they had tried the shoes and clothing on most of the morning so that we could select and decide which ones they would wear for the office girl photo shoot coming up next week.  These shoes and boots that we designed this year were very spicy and hot indeed.  Erotics are in style, and I was trying to incorporate some female and male phallic symbols into each models shoes and outfit for the shoot.  As I designed each I had models try them on so that I could get a good perspective of them being worn and what happened as they showed a little wear. 


As I was considering each pair of shoes as a designer I have always realized that with their pointed toes and fashion designed opening that when the shoe was held vertically looking toward the inside of the shoe that they looked a lot like a woman's elongated private parts.  I intentionally designed a very smooth phallic tip down to the entry into the inside of the shoe.  I had to decide which one of these pairs would work best and look the hottest and most erotic on the models.  My goal was to exude sexuality and desire for the next shoot.  The one thing I have learned is that hot sexuality in products sells everything, especially shoes, boots, and clothing.  Not everyone will buy them, but everyone will look at them, and really hot shoes sell at a higher profit margin and make a great look.  I have always considered it a shame when so many women don’t get the link of a great outfit to a hot pair of shoes and they go out to cheap shoe stores and pay less, and get less.  Oh, well, I guess I can’t control peoples minds. 


It was very late, I was alone in my locked office. I was ready to head out of the office to go home.  I still had to make a choice, but I also wanted to get home because I was getting very tired and a bit horny and wished to visit with my partner.  However, it was clear I had to stay and make a choice. 


In my field a little smoke or a drink once and a while and especially late at night is relaxing and aids the creative processes.  I was certainly a bit high and although I wanted to get home I found myself focused, as sometimes smokers do, and was thinking about the models wearing a variety of those hot shoes today.  I also knew that I wouldn't be able to leave the office without picking several of those used well worn shoes for tomorrows shoot to contrast against the new designs.


But which one would it be?


On the side there was a pair of Channel low heels, they were a secretaries style shoe that I was given by one of my staff.  She was a good friend of mine.  She let me have them after years of wearing them because I often admired their erotic design.  I think she did it because she could tell how much I liked them ... they were shaped perfectly and photographed really well. 


They were black leather heels with a leather sole as well as a wonderful silver inner lining of the softest leather.   You could clearly see her years of walking in those shoes.   The wear lines clearly showed impressions of her foot in the leather as you looked at the soft gently creased black leather.  This pair had a very phallic pointed tip and the side leather of the shoe curved nicely around her foot and came to a gentle point toward the toe of the shoe.   On the top of the shoe their was a gentle point inside of a point at the toe inviting the foot into the inner entrance that made them look very phallic indeed.  


I lifted them up and brought them closer to my face I couldn't resist the smell of the leather mixed with years of wear.  


The next pair was another 2" black leather heel.  I've grown very fond of the lower heights lately because so many women love them and that alone increases my excitement for this type of well worn shoe.  As a shoe designer I had always loved almost any types of shoes that could be worn and admired on a beautiful woman.  I could enjoy a style for  months and sometimes even years.  


This very erotic model wore these 2" extremely well worn shoes made by a company called Armani every day to the shoots no matter what outfit she had on.  I counted on seeing the full clear outline of her foot in the soft leather.  Let me tell you this model’s shoes when she wore them set off sparks in this shoe designers dreams...  I wanted them so badly but could never ask until one day she had a bag of things she was giving to one of those resale stores.  I told her I would take them for her.  She let me, I kept them.


I took them alright and now once in a while I have my models wear them for their fashion shoots.  No surprise, as old as they are they love them and keep asking me for them too.






In that bag was also another pair of well worn shoes, they looked much more expensive than the last pair.  The black leather had a polish to it that spoke of very high quality.  The wear lines from her foot showed softer.  This was a pair of those Maud Frizon of Paris shoes that were just about as hot as they could get too.


The last pair was a navy blue Evonne Picon leather shoe with a 1 1/2" heel.  It had the most fantastic flesh colored lining.   As you looked inside them you could see the whole imprint of her foot on the well worn flesh colored surface.  As you looked in you saw the rim of the shoe and it framed the inner shoe with a deep blue leather that showed the top of her foot worn into the leather.    This time I picked them up.  Being stoned the aroma drew me into the inner shoe for a long deep passionate kiss of the footprint inside of this model’s shoe. Very hot, very sexy.


I just ignored the singles and went for the pairs.  I was feeling a bit stoned, focused, and still horny as I picked up just one more pair of shoes and at that point I was overcome by the desire to just make passionate love kissing the left shoe as I gently and deeply encountered and took on the right.  The black leather was incredible and your curves were just amazing.  


They weren't that old, and she had always kept these in incredibly good shape.  The back was open and I could see the flesh tone of the inner surfaces.  That was something I could never see when she was wearing them.  As the light cast shadows upon the creases worn into the black skin in front of me there was a little mystery to the look.


As I glanced I realized I was starring and I had a very strange feeling that surprised me.  Being stoned my perspective had clearly changed and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like making love to you.   At the same time I wondered why I thought that?


It was obvious to me that I was going to do just that.  I was stoned, focused, and now locked into the inner sole.  Many, might just keep wondering how it could even be that I desired this.  But I knew why.  I am often told that it is obvious that this activity should not occur.  However, I know that it would fit perfectly.


As the thoughts raced through my mind.   My body began to go on automatic as my hormones began to race through my body and I felt my desire grow I began to slowly penetrate into your depths.   It seemed that my body responded and knew something that my mind did not as I moved to sit on couch.


It really was a perfect time.  I am certain that she never even thought twice about leaving her shoes and never for this type of activity.  Why would she, that is perhaps why she often left them with me for hours at a time.  Or, did she know and enjoyed sharing my little secret?


Up until now she probably never thought it would lead to anything, it is just so different what I do.  Yet, now, today I sensed that with all of the activities that were occurring that being alone with her shoes tonight was certainly leading to something.  The way she talked about in this very hot pair and the way that they looked and felt now as I drew them close to me curiously changed my impression and passion for them.


She talked about how much attention these attracted from men as she walked with these on down the street.  Men and women seemed to pay very close attention to the erotic curves worn into this erotic very sexy designer pair. 


I had often stole glances at these on her myself when she was here.  It was so hard not to.  I had to agree with her, this was clearly had played a very specific part in a very erotic fantasy and it was clear that she knew just how to use these to play it.   I just wonder if she knew what I would do next?


It seems that she enjoyed the fact that she was capturing so much attention toward her feet.   Perhaps that was her goal since the beginning.  Perhaps this had been designed into this plan to do just that.  But I sensed that she had no idea what this pairs power meant, or how it could be used.  I specifically designed sexuality into every pair I designed and knew they would take on a life of their own once worn by a beautiful woman. 


My mind slowly moved my eyes penetrating the inside of them and I gently murmured.   But of course they did not respond.   They did not resist.   I wasn't certain what might happen next but things were becoming clearer as I guided them on the couch.  They now laid their purposely placing one shoe in front of the other.  


They were so much fun and so exciting to think about and exciting to look at.  I realized then that I had thought of them once or twice a day for weeks in the passion of my personal lust for this model and her shoes crescendo. 


The way that they were positioned on the couch one under me and the other near my face.  I could easily see, feel, and touch their erotic opening.   I could tell by my growth and my desire to penetrate the inside of the shoe that this was exactly where I needed to be.   


My excitement grew as I gently kissed the curves and lightly laid next to you.   I leaned over to kiss the beautiful black skin and the aroma became captivating as the intensity of our encounter increased.


My passion rose as I gently suckled every inch of them in a way that I found amazing. 


I just could not resist as my desire for them increased.  As we lay there, I gently kissed the left shoe as I came to where your skin was flesh tone.  There it was, in front of me.  Stoned, and fixed my eyes penetrated the passage where your foot lived surrounded by black leather like a member inside of a woman.  The aroma of leather and your scent from the day became intoxicating as I kissed this erotic sexual opening. 


I knew I was ready as I placed a bit of lubricating gel on my member to ease my encounter into high gear.  I gently rose once again above them and eased myself down upon them prepared to slide deep into the inner sole. 


I felt myself easily enter and glide into her shoe as I continued to kiss the wonderful skin.  


I thrust myself inside as the passion gained momentum.  I felt surrounded by a passionate warm interior as I began to thrust and pulse in and out in a rhythmic fashion. 


Goodness it felt wonderful to be inside.   In all of my dreams I never imagined this pair could be like this as I continued to thrust and rock to a steady rhythm my body began to become more tense.  I just knew that with all of the passion that I had been holding back that I was going to lose all control as my member pulsed deeper inside. 


I could not hold back any longer though I tried, as I felt the beginning of the pulses that would stream into the depths exploding into flames of joy.  My goodness it was so great being high and making passionate love to these very hot and erotic shoes.  I could not resist much longer. Finally I had to let go as my body tensed and I exploded deep inside your warm chamber as I pulsed over your toe bumps.  Being stoned the explosions never seemed to end as the tingles went through my body.