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LETTER FROM THE EDITOR:

Dear readers;

Well, as promised, here is the December issue. In two weeks I will post the January issue which will put us back on a regular schedule. The month of the newsletter is supposed to indicate when the NEXT issue will be published.

Patent leather sightings have been scarce this season, however, I did see a shiny pair of black patent Mary Janes in Mill Valley on Thanksgiving, and a pair of black patent boots a couple of days before that. But that is about it. Even television has been pretty dry, except for those programs and commercials I noted last issue. Fortunately we have this e-zine around which to rally.

I have about one issue of material left so start sending those contributions if you want me to continue to publish. Happy holidays.

Send your feedback to Mick O.

LETTERS FROM OUR READERS:

From the GIRLS!

Thank you very much for the notes today. It was a doubly big thrill to read the Patent Letter this month and to read my letter in it. At one point it was almost like reading someone else's story, and saying, hey...she has had the same thoughts as me. If anyone ever emails you back to tell you more about the Seka movie, please let me know.

About a month ago I read a story that I think you will enjoy. You may have seen it already, but I send it anyway. - Maureen

From the BOYS!

The following is another true experience that I was able to enjoy in my quest to satisfy my shoe addiction. When I was single, my friend and I attended a party at a condominium shared by two ladies. As the party came to an end my friend ended up with one of the ladies and the other lady ( very good looking) left with some lucky guy. Since my friend drove and we lived some distance away I was to sleep in the ladies bedroom ( she would not return that night) while my friend slept with the other lady. I had known this lady for somtime and knew she always wore very fashionable shoes. I anticipated what my night would be like as I had one last drink with my friend and our hostess, and then turned in for the night. I went into her bedroom and closed the door, making sure it was locked. I hurried to her closet, opened it and knelt on the floor inside the walk-in closet. The smell hit me immediatly, rich leather from very fashionable and expensive shoes. There was sandals of all heights, pumps, slippers, mules, slides, flats, and boots. There must have been 75 pair at my disposal, I could not decide which ones to worship. Being partial to high heeled mules I selected two pair and gently kissed the inner sole and smelled the wonderful aroma. There was also some flat, closed toe mules that were well worn. The more well worn and pungent the better. Especially if they are of high quality leather. Amd all of her shoes were either Italian or Spanish made. I smelled and caressed her shoes early into the morning. We went home the next day, and I later moved away. I have never seen her since. I will always remember that evening, though. - Mules

Dear Sir,

Thanks for your terrific work. I really enjoy your site. I've read each of your issues. And also I want do something in return. This story is true. I've been studying in a university at the south of China. My favorite thing was to go around and pass some apartments. There the people always took off their shoes outside the room so I was quite crazy about this. Some nights I would go there and find some good high heels outside the room to worship. It was just like being in paradise. I could inhale the smell inside these pumps, even lick the sweat of those girls which remained in the bottom of their high heels. What I liked the most was when somebody had just left their shoes outside the room. I could hold the high heels with warm, fresh sweat to smell. What a pleasure! The shoes they left are all kinds but I liked black pumps the most. Once I found a pair pumps with 5 inch heels so I dropped to the ground and held one over my nose and let the other one touch my face. Luckly I even found the stockings in the shoes so I began to smell it. I thought it was beautiful to smell the feet just from these stockings. Finally, I sucked those stockings and enjoyed the sweat the girl left on the tip of the toe. I dreamed a girl would tease me with her dangeling shoes, with those toes under her stockings. That was really a happy time, and one part of my story. If you think it's okay, please let me know. - Z.

I read your letter in the Patent Letter. Quite a turn-on. I'm a male and truly love the distinctive shine of black patent. Ever since I was 12 years old (I'm now 50) I've been wearing black patent. About 9 years ago my ex-wife bought me a pair of black patent pants, and I still wear them today! I'm a straight man. I do love the glances I get from women when I don my black patent pants and shoes. I throb when I see women in black patent. This excites me to no end! With me it doesn't matter about what sex wears it, but the good taste of wearing "non-gaudy" distinctive black patent is a turn on. I'll admit some women have held their nose and told me that my patent pants stink. But overall most have been very taken by them! You can email me at: dan50@prodigy.net....Take care....Hope to see more letters from you.... - Dan

Dear Mick O.,

I am collecting on diskettes your most beautiful and exciting photos. I prefer close-up pictures of feet with black, extra high heeled pumps. I like also platform shoe photos. When I was a teenager, I have looked for worn high heel shoes to take with me amd hide at home. Now I'm 44 and married. I still like to see, touch and smell high heel shoes. Please, do not publish my E-Mail. - Carlos