HERE ARE A SERIES of some of the discussions research cases, and compilations gathered.
Perhaps now is a good time to take a look at a few cases of basic shoe fetish behavior so that we can get a clear perspective and overview of this behavior before we add some of the complexities that I have been made aware of to this behavior.
CASE NUMBER 1 --- reaction to shoes in a thrift store
Here is an example of a reaction of one person to shoes in a thrift store. He starts by noting that generally thrift stores don’t have a thing, but occasionally they do. Then he builds up excitement and then has an affair.
I had just left a friends house as I drove toward the stop light I noticed two thrift stores and something just pulled me toward them. Generally thrift stores do not have higher quality shoes, mostly low cost rubber bottom shoes and I rarely find a good pair. However, today might be my lucky day.
Thrift stores have hundreds of pairs of women’s shoes. However, most of the cheap shoes are just designed to look nice but from my view they are generally close to zero. They just break in wrong and they still look and feel like cheap shoes. You can really tell when you take a close look at them or put them on. I guess after years of practice I have learned that I just prefer high fashion, high quality, and soft leather inside and out, well worn and if possible with impressions on the inside and out and worn by great women. Leather has one more bonus, a much improved fragrance especially when well worn and broken in.
I walked in the door and headed straight for women’s shoes, which are in the front left side of the store. When I was less experienced I used to walk around the whole store prior to getting up the courage to go to women’s shoes. I felt if I went right to them someone would know my sexual fantasy. After a while I realized they had no clue or who I was buying them for and no on ever asked. (except in a small store, they generally tried and I usually just said I was not sure what I was looking for and kept going). I guess I am finally adjusted to my life, and I have integrated my fetish into a great sex life, and I am comfortable with my sexuality to the point that it does not bother me anymore.
I got to the first aisle and on the very bottom shelf were what looked like to very well worn shoes that were being ignored as perhaps too old and too broken in. I picked them both up and to my surprise they were both leather inside and out. One was a great pair of one inch heel office heels with a pointed toe and very well broken in toe impressions on the inside. The other was a flat slip on soft leather black designer shoe with very distinct toe impressions on the inside and outside of the shoe. It was the kind of high style rounded toe soft and thin high quality leather shoe that when slipped on covered most of the top of the foot. It was a bonanza, and after walking through the other aisles of shoes they turned out to be the only items in the store of high enough quality to be bought.
After buying them I went across the street and entered the second thrift store. I started at the back and worked through about a dozen aisles with women’s shoes on each shelf above the clothing. Perhaps 300 – 400 or so. It wasn’t until the very last aisle near the front of the store that I saw a pair of well worn square toed Via Spiga office shoes with a two inch heel. They were a black leather and well worn as well but although the inside had toe impressions the outside looked fairly good with gentle wear lines in the leather. I was happy that out of hundreds of shoes there was at least one pair of nice fetish shoes. I proceeded to buy them and placed the bags in the car. I left them there until the next day and brought them in after a nice evening of pleasure with my partner.
Alone in my office I took them out of the two bags and looked at them and was ready to put them aside until later when I realized my member was reacting to the new selections. So I turned out the office lights and turned on the red light I installed in the closet and set the shoes on the floor the three left together about two feet in front of the three right shoes that were together. Years ago I decided to only screw the right shoes that way I would always know which ones I screwed and which ones I kissed, licked, and fondled. If you screw a shoe enough the residue and cleaning of the water soluble gel can change the smell of the shoe, not the feel or the surface, sometimes that’s ok sometimes it isn’t.
Days like this I am just not certain which one I want so I set them out and study and touch, feel , and smell them until one jumps out at me. When it gets my attention then that’s the one.
However, today it didn’t jump out so I had to experiment with each. When I do that I put a little KY sex gel on the tip of my member and then I slide on top of the shoe and insert my member deep into one of the shoes while I play with the other one near my face. The rule is not more than 18 strokes in and out of the shoe. Not enough to go and just enough to determine and rate each one. When I am done with one I move on to the next and add more gel and climb on top and insert myself again for 18 more strokes. I always save the one with the largest toe impressions for last in case it is the best I can just keep going after the 18 strokes and just let go.
Today the first attempt was the one inch office heel shoe, as I eased myself down into the hot leather shoe it felt great and after 18 strokes it stayed on the possible list.
The second was the square toed Via Spiga, I could feel the toe bumps as my lubricated member slid into the depths of this very hot two inch heel. After 18 strokes it was tough to stop, but I knew I had to, that was the rules.
The last pair was the flat well worn closed shoe that was so well broken in it just looked like it had possibilities. As I placed the lubrication on I eased my self into the black leather shoe and at once I felt my member glide over some very nice toe bumps and I pushed myself to the toe of the shoe. I knew at once that as I suspected this was the one. I had saved the best for last. There was no stopping at 18 as I plunged into and out of the depths of this very nice fitting shoe. As I went far past the 18 thrusts the pressure was building as I moved my nose deeper into the left shoe near my face. As the smell drifted into my nose my tongue began to gently touch the inner sole of her shoe. As the heat rose I then began to deep kiss the inner surface of the shoe as I pulsed harder into the other until I crescendo and exploded into the depths of her shoe.
So as a result of an impulse stop at a thrift store a fun moment was achieved. By the way the next day I did the Via Spiga and the day after is on the way and I expect it to be the one inch office heel. So far two wins out of three and I almost never find a thing at a thrift store.
CASE NUMBER 2 -- an evening with friends and the stray thoughts and shoe fetish actions that followed
Here the individual discusses an evening with friends and the stray thoughts and shoe fetish actions that followed during that visit. This is a cleaned up revision of something I rewrote much earlier to share what I consider to be a perspective on this very interesting and erotic fetish. As we discuss the topic the person felt compelled to note that as kinky as he is, and as much as he adores shoe fetish fun, he also has an interesting and enjoyable sex life with a partner. Here is how I wrote this:
As a side note, I find that when I am stoned that the fetish accentuates itself quite a bit and I find I get aroused so much easier. I also discovered that with the increased focus I can let it all go several times. For me it seems 3 or 4 times could be normal for a light smoking evening. On any other night once or twice is normal. I don’t do this every day and I consider myself a recreational smoker, about once every several months or so when I really want to accentuate the fetish.
On to this occurrence as I remember it. I can't speak for anyone else but I can for myself. If Judy is reading this she just needs to know she was more exciting to me than she ever knew and she really did have a great pair of boots.
In the beginning!
In my experimentation years I found it very interesting some of the things that I could become sexually aroused by when I was slightly stoned. Here's one sexual discovery that has stayed with me my whole life.
I was about maybe 21 and at a party at a friends house and we had all had a few glasses of cheap Italian red wine and a few hits off of a bong. After a couple of hits I was feeling very mellow and enjoying the company of my friends.
As I sat their slightly high, ok I was fairly high, I realized that I had begun to focus on Ted’s girlfriend Judy. No I wasn’t going to approach her but she did look really good. In fact, I was getting a hard on thinking about Judy. Being 21 I was embarrassed and self conscious about the bulge growing in my pants. I am certain now that nobody could see it but I decided to go to the bathroom to cool down anyway.
Anyone who has ever been stoned with a hard on knows what happened next. It didn't go down. When your stoned sex becomes accentuated.
So I decided to try to relax, I closed the door and sat down in the bath room. As I looked around for something to read I noticed some of Judy’s clothes and a pair of fashion boots sitting on the floor in the corner of the bathroom under the clothes. It was winter and I suspected they had been put there to dry out. I touched her clothes and they were warm from the radiator in the bathroom. They clearly had been put their some time ago because everything was quite dry.
I looked at the clothes and they were just jeans and a shirt. However, with the boots now uncovered I realized they were a pair of soft leather knee high fashion boots with zippers so Judy could open them up and have an easy path to place her foot into the inside of the shoe. I think they were a kind of 70's taupe color perhaps more toward slightly tan in color.
As I touched them and looked at them I realized they were made out of a very soft erotic Italian kidskin leather which showed a tremendous amount of gentle wear lines as the boot came to a gentle pointed toe. They were fairly well worn. These were a very hot chunky 3” high heel style of the 70's and I could see the toe impressions on the outside of the boots as I looked at them. Being a bit stoned I realized I was paying more attention to these boots than I ever would have normally. I guess it’s just the focus of the smoke that does that.
As I continued to inspect her boots I don’t know why but I decided to look inside of one of them as well and I also realized that I could see the outline of her foot inside of the boot worn into the soft flesh colored leather lining. I couldn’t help but just sit their on the closed toilet thinking about her with my eyes fixed to the boots I was holding and think about just how attractive and sexy Judy was. As I continued to think about her my eyes stayed fixed on her boots and the wear lines and impressions of her foot inside the boot.
As my high focus grew I noticed the very interesting curves and erotic lines to it that just matched the impression of her foot. As I touched the soft leather it had an erotic feel I probably may not have noticed if I wasn’t a bit high. For some reason the next thing that I did was place my arm inside one of the boots to look closer at it and then I slowly zipped it up over my arm.
It felt really good and as I moved my arm inside of her boot I imagined her leg and foot inside. At that point I shifted focus and realized that my hand felt the inside of the shoe and the toe bumps worn into the leather. It was very erotic and I became even more aroused.
At that point most of us guys know how our members sometimes sit funny in our pants as it begins to get larger and very erect. Well, I naturally pushed down on my member not realizing my hand was still inside of the boot. It was at that moment when the soft leather of the boot touched my pants over my member and my member slid out of an opening in my loose underwear that I made a great discovery and became even more aroused. The soft leather felt great as it gently touched against my enlarged member. I couldn’t help but continue to gently rub the boot against my pants and my enlarged member with the soft leather. It felt great.
Then for some reason bent over to pick up the her other boot and sat on the rug on the bathroom floor. I looked inside of her right boot to the flesh toned inside and being a zippered boot I folded down the leather to get a better look at the inside.
By now I was very aroused and the inner passage of the boot took on a very erotic form and I realized that thinking about Judy’s foot inside of this boot that I was touching was making me more horny. To add to it my focus began to include the smell and the feel of the well worn leather. The odor in this hot well worn high heeled fashion boot reminded me of oral sex.
Lying on the bathroom floor I decided to lower my pants to give my straining member a bit more room.
With her open fashion boot in my hand I decided to continue to rub the inside soft leather of the folded down boot along my body and member. The inside leather felt so good that I kept gently rubbing it as I lay on the floor. It didn't take very long until by accident as my rubbing became more vibrant that I made the next startling discovery as the tip of my member glided into the area of her boot where her foot would go. Without much thought I had just gently slid the soft leather of the inside of her boot over just the tip of my member.
Moving my member in and out just slightly felt very good. I was getting so horny and it felt so good but it just wasn't good enough. It just wasn’t Judy. I really wanted to screw her but she wasn't mine. As I very slightly penetrated the folded down boot I gently rubbed the inner lining over my erect member. It didn’t take long until I gently slid it farther over my very solid erection and my member entered the boot even deeper as I approached the toe area of the foot of the boot and in a very short time I discovered that I was big enough to be able to reach and slide my member over the toe bumps that she made inside of the boot as my rocks gently rested and were held by the heel of the boot.
It felt so good. It was like electric as my member slid in and out and eventually in the heat of the moment it slid on toward the toe of the inside of her boot and by now I fully discovered that the soft inner sole and the heel of the boot held my balls firmly in place in the heel. It was incredible here I was with my member deep inside her boot with every inch of my member being touched and surrounded by the same soft leather that captured her foot.
There was no doubt, it was becoming very clear that if I didn’t stop that I was about to have sex with her erotic high heeled fashion boot......
It was so natural and felt incredible yet it was so unusual to be inside her boot. I was stoned and the feel of the inside of the foot of the boot gliding gently over the soft gentle wear lines and toe bumps worn in the leather. I almost thought I was actually inside my own girlfriend... then I realized that what I was about to do. If I didn’t stop I was going to screw Judy's boots.
I was still a bit embarrassed laying on the floor again and to slow things down I decided to roll over on the floor and reach for a magazine. That’s when it really happened. I rolled over with my member still in the boot and now I was on top of the high heeled boot with my member stretching down into the toe of the boot. With the rug holding the boot in place and me on top of the boot and I just instinctively began to pump and screw it. It was incredible. To keep my face off of the floor I opened her other boot and laid my head into it the aroma of the boot attracted me right to the toe area as I pumped the boot over my member I also began to kiss the leather and the inner sole of her boot. The taste of the leather mixed with her aroma as well as the curves of the boot put me close to an orgasm.
But this boot as hot as it was, wasn’t a woman and almost wasn’t quite close enough. At least not yet.
That’s when I noticed a tube of KY gel on a ledge close by. With the friction increasing inside of the boot because of a little pre cum I thought just maybe this KY gel might add a little slip to the inside of her boot like it does when I’m having sex. The gel has made for a lot of easy entries with my partners. So I took a drop or two of KY gel from their shelf and placed it on the tip of my member. This reduced the friction and eased my entry.
As I eased back into her boot my body weight held the boot in place and the heel held my balls once again in place but now an incredible transition happened. What had just been playing with her boot became very serious. With the KY gel I slid right in and the curve sin the leather held and massaged my member like the inside of a vagina. I closed my eyes as I kissed the toe area of this wonderful high heeled boot that I once again buried my face into.
My pace picked up as I began to rock in the boot just as if I was on top of Judy. My goodness it was Judy. I was in her boot and kissing the inside of her sole. I couldn’t get any closer to her than this. My mouth gently reached for the toe of the boot. I sucked on the toe and the sides of the boot and kissed it as if it were her. As I did this I continued to rock and gently move my member in and out of the leather boots toe area as my body began to pulse and raced to explode into the depths of her sole.
One pulse after another as my stream filled the inside of the depths of her inner sole.
As my orgasmic pulses calmed down I remained moderately hard. It was so hot that I couldn’t help but continue to rock gently until I hardened like a rock once again.
I went on to screw the hot high-heeled soft well broken in tan woman’s fashion boot a second, and then later a third time. Each time after I let go I laid there wondering what took me so long to discover this incredible sex link between women’s shoes and boots and her body. Perhaps I let go three times because I was a bit stoned. Could be? But, oh what a wonderful experience it was to be in her boots.
This is certainly not going to be something I would have learned from a woman. This experience felt so much like her that I know that if they knew it they would never share something that feels as good as they do inside. Why would they create the competition? Could you just imagine of all things a woman jealous of her own shoes and boots.
This was a wonderful experience that I have often repeated. But unfortunately, not with Judy’s boot.
He went on to say, the next time I am sitting home alone with nothing to I should consider mixing myself a drink, perhaps having a little smoke and then set out a few pairs of hot women’s shoes or boots and just stare at them and consider what I said.
Before you do, he warned me. Not all shoes or boots are equal and some just are not designed for sex. But a lot of high fashion women’s leather shoes seem to be. Whether it’s flats, heels, tie shoes, boots, or sandals a few drops of KY gel on the tip of your member is the equalizer that makes the inside of any well broken in soft leather man or woman’s erotic shoe feel like a vagina. You don’t have to be a shoe fetishist to know that those well broken in soft curves sliding over an erect sensitive member just have to feel great. He told me that I may not start a shoe fetishist but once I felt the inside of a shoe on my erect member that things might change.
This conversation occurred quite some time ago and he wanted to share it with me. Since that time he admitted that he has done this many times and enjoyed it even more when stoned and continue to enjoy it surprisingly more than ever. Today he has what he claims to be a great partner, a family and between her and his personal shoe and boot collection he has hundreds of shoes and boots to play with.
Perhaps this still sounds a bit kinky to you. That’s ok, but the next time you take a look at a woman in hot leather heels or fashion boots and realize most of us men, including those around you, and even some women might just get a bit excited by seeing erotic leather high heeled fashion boots on a great looking woman. You might consider and conclude that perhaps there are varying degrees of erotic pleasure and that this case involves someone who is already was a few step closer to giving it a try than you might be. However, the goal of this book is to help you understand how that person jumped into the shoe, not to try to make you a fetishist. Although perhaps unusual, this fetish might not be all that unusual after all. This persons view was that unless he was stoned he may not have ever tried and found an outlet for sexual tension as gentle as this. His response to me was “don't just presume that this is so horrible, it isn’t”. He noted the experience was really surprisingly exciting and quite pleasurable.
CASE NUMBER 3 -- his tales from inside shoe
This person referred to his musings as his tales from inside shoe. He described it as the additional pleasure and excitement his partner gave him that she was not aware of.
It was one of those nights where I was so hot and full of energy that all I needed was a great thought to get me started.
I walked into the bedroom. It was gently lit with a soft pink light as I saw you laying there. I looked down toward the floor, ummmmm, soft black leather, the look was incredible and the gentle curves were just amazing. You looked as if you just came in from a busy day of shopping and a little fun in the sun. Your back was open and uncovered and I could see the flesh tone of your tanned skin in the gentle pink glow. The light cast shadows upon the gentle creases of your skin. As I stood there in the doorway I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be inside of you.
Just looking at you lying spread out so calmly and erotically on the floor I felt my desire grow. I gently closed and locked the door behind me. With the door closed, we were alone, no one would disturb us and no one would know what we were about to do next.
As I helped you to move to the bed my mind raced as the black leather which embraced her feet appeared in the soft glow as an erotic fantasy that only a few could imagine.
I knew that we shouldn't be alone as I slowly moved toward you and spoke.
But you didn't respond. I could tell by the way you were positioned on the bed that you were interested and receptive. From your erotic look and posture as you laid there on the bed I could see your hot entrance.
I moved to touch you, very gently at first. You did not resist as I lay next to you on the bed. You were so exciting to look at and the aroma of the well worn black leather filled the air and began to arouse me even more as I ran my lips gently over the creases in the black leather so close to me.
The way that you were turned I could easily see that you had nothing covering your usually hidden entrance. Your door was open and appeared to be waiting for attention. I could tell by my growth that perhaps this door might be exactly where I wanted to slip through and be.
My excitement grew as I gently kissed your open mouth as I lay next to you. I continued to kiss your gently creased skin as the aroma of leather became captivating as the intensity of our meeting increased. My passion rose as I kissed you're your mouth and ran my tongue softly over the flesh toned skin surrounding your mouth in a way that was amazing.
I could not resist going farther as my desire for you increased. As I kissed you again. My tongue flicked along your entry. It was the passage inside, I knew what I had to do next. The aroma of leather and your scent from the day became intoxicating as I kissed you even deeper and with great passion.
As your aroma mixed with leather wafted through the room I began to remove my clothing to prepare for our inevitable encounter.
We were both hot and ready as I placed lubricating gel on my member which I knew would make my entry easy, penetrating, and all so smooth.
In the heat of passion I gently rose above you as I prepared to enter you. I was passionately kissing you as my hands gently glided along the soft skin. I then gently eased myself down upon and into you.
I felt myself enter you as I continued to kiss you and was intoxicated by the aroma of the hot black leather. The aroma of your black leather was irresistible. I could feel the creases in your interior as I gently glided into and over those gentle bumpy surfaces. As the passion gained momentum I began to pulse in and out of you in a very natural rhythmic fashion.
Goodness it felt wonderful to be inside of you. In all of my dreams I never imagined it could be like this. I could feel your soft creased walls surrounding me as I penetrated deeper into your depths. I moved in and out from entry to the farthest depths of your interior.
It was strange to consider that here I was with you. Yet I knew I couldn't, no that I wouldn't stop. I wanted you so badly and now you would be mine.
I continued to rock in and out a good six inches to a steady rhythm as my body became ready, and my member stretched to its limits as I began to tense. I just knew that it wasn't going to be long and that I was close to the point of no return where I was going to lose all control.
I didn't want to resist as I let every fiber of my body was so close to letting go all at once. My body tensed as I began to pulse in and out a little slower while at the same time trying to thrust and penetrate you deeper.
It was close.
It was happening.
As I began to pulse I exploded inside your warm soft chamber. I could feel the ripples of your soft walls with my heightened sensitivity as the electric arched my body and thrust even deeper as I continue to explode.
I lingered a few moments as the tension relaxed. I then leaned back to rest after the excitement and kissed your black leather once more as I thought hard about what had just occurred as I looked closely at you I realized the erotic power that you had.
It was so funny to think about what I had just done with you. We had just done something that felt so wonderful yet so few would ever experience it. Few who love where you stand would ever dare to try. Yet it felt so good. It was the closest moment that I ever had to erotic joy. Yet you were far from perfect and you weren't a woman.
As I looked closer at your black leather surface the letters were clear along your flesh tone lining, it boldly said Nine West in the flesh colored leather that lined the inner surface of your body. .
I glanced again at the creases in your black leather down toward the tip of your well worn toe and I couldn't resist the sexy and erotic curves created by the elevation of your heel. Your lining was flesh toned and all so wonderfully broken in as I glanced inside the opening I could see the wear lines of where your toes spent their day. Those were the bumps that sent chills down my spine as I began to explode. It is no wonder that anyone could resist you.
I then wondered what she would think if she knew that I had just had sex with her very well worn erotic soft black leather Nine West fashion Clogs that she had left behind after changing to go shopping. Did she position in such a way that I would find them erotic? Did she even know that they had caught my attention? What would she think if she knew I made passionate love to them? I couldn't help but wonder if I discussed this with her if she would wear them for me one evening. Would she let me fondle them on her feet? If I gave her oral sex would she take a hint and screw me with her shoes? Would she understand this erotic passion? I must consider testing the waters to find out.
But in the mean time as I sat there contemplating these thoughts and member once again began growing as I looked again at this wonderful erotic high heeled soft leather lined Nine West Clog.
CASE NUMBER 4 -- “There out of town and I have the keys”
“There out of town and I have the keys” …..this is how this individual described his encounters and sexual activities. He did so with great excitement and enthusiasm. Since the advent of the internet many more individuals are becoming less and less embarrassed to talk about their fetish behavior. There are web sites designed just for this topic and Yahoo groups that specialize in shoe fetish topics of all sorts. Once again I have translated out some very offensive language. Here is the case as I wrote it from one very upbeat person:
My friend's mom, Julie often travels each fall as part of her job. This time, she took her daughter Brook with who is 21 on one of her business trips and she asked if I would watch the house. Being one very big fetishist, and her being one very hot Mom and very sexy Daughter I didn’t even skip a beat as I said yes.
I readily agreed for good reason. I've always been aroused by the sight of their sexy shoes and feet. Whenever I would hang around their house, both of them seemed to wear revealing boots, and heels -- or soft black leather mule sandals -- highlighting their painted toenails. Judy wore darker colors, rich red, burgundy, etc., while Brook chose fashionably black styles and colors. It was obvious they were mother and daughter. Both women had identically sexy feet: high arches, narrow width, perfectly tapering toes and a great taste in high quality fashion women’s shoes.
So this was the perfect chance to get closer and alone with their sexy shoes and boots. They left Saturday morning. By noon, I had smoked a bit and was getting very stoned. It just doesn’t take a lot when I am stoned to get a nice solid hard-on.
On occasion before, I had ventured into Judy's bedroom, but with her home I never really had a chance to take a close look and analyze the shoes and boots in her closet.
Brook had the largest selection of shoes and boots in her closet. Many of them were relatively unattractive Doc Martins and flats, but I was quite impressed with the black leather mules and 3 inch pointed Gucci heels she had stored away. There was also one pair of black Italian high heeled leather boots I had loved and wanted to shoot my load into more than once.
My favorites, though, were the pair of Cole Hann very soft black leather high wedge-heel sandals. These with a drop of KY gel could slide right over my member, allowing me to see my member moving in and out of the shoe as I screwed her heels. They were a very deep black and the leather bridged her toes and gently up over about a third of her foot. The inner sole was also very soft leather, and pliable. Her sandals were very well worn and had
a nice leather scent, with a faint trace of her wearing them. It made it obvious they had embraced Brook’s sexy feet before.
My member ached for relief. Right there in her bedroom, I stripped off my clothes with great passion, I laid down on the bed with her sexy shoes surrounding me, and began to stroke myself. There was one pair of well worn black pumps I had seen her wear without nylons before, so I grabbed a shoe with my left hand, gently brought it to my face, and inhaled deeply.
The leather had a nice aroma to it, making me harder still. I gripped my member with my right hand and placed the soft leather sandal right over it as I stroked with increasing tension.
I then found some the other black sandal and that got me even harder. Even though I enjoy shoes with a heel, these were lower and incredibly sexy. Over the toe the leather was well creased from wear. The soft leather lining caressed Brooks foot and heel, and the soft black leather fit snugly around her foot. The beauty, though, were the soft impressions her toes had made in the soft leather sole. It was almost as good as having Brook’s feet right there.
Her tiny toes left a mark that peeked delightfully out the tip of the sandal cast a permanent impression in the very sexy and erotic leather. I barely could control myself. As I became more aroused, I grabbed the sandal and brought it to my mouth, and feverishly began kissing and licking her sole. The scent was sexy, but the taste was heavenly. It was easy to imagine all
the things I would do to Brooks feet.
I ran my tongue gently and then passionately along the sole, around her heel, along the instep, over the toe. I kissed and gently licked the sole, from heel to toes, running my tongue over the soft leather, feeling each natural wrinkle.
I concentrated on the whole shoe, turning the sandal to kiss it deeper and breath the essence into my being. I focused on the impressions, and ran my tongue between each toe, eventually coming to her big toe, which I began kissing with every bit of horniness I had. I moved back to the instep, and kissed my way back to her heel, gently touching and rubbing her sole all over my face.
I was close to coming, so with the other sandal already with my member gently inserted into it with KY gel I turned over on the bed and began to gently rub my member inside of it. As pumped my member in and out of it the depths of her shoe I knew I was about to fuck her shoe, I inhaled and kissed the other sandal deeply one last time. At that point the passion took over and I could no longer resist and I began to explode all inside this very sexy black leather mule. I was so turned on I soaked it from heel to toe. As I removed the shoe most of my cum pooled at the toe, and I watched as it flowed.
I repeated similar scenes over the week. On one occasion, used those black leather boots of Brooks on another occasion I put on a condom and inserted my member into one of her nicest high heels and fucked it. Another time, I spent the day in her bedroom, sampling every one of her shoes while trying my member in each shoe as well.
Right before they came back, I found a pair red flats, I put them on a screwed her red flats.
After they returned, I went over to see if everything went OK on their trip. When I got there, there was Brook wearing those same black mules that had given me so much pleasure. My eyes hardly moved from her shapely feet and her bright red nail polish. I wondered if she knew,,,, As she left the room, she smiled.