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LETTER FROM THE EDITOR:

Dear readers;

Well, as I promised, here is the January issue. The good news is, we are back on schedule. The bad news is, this is the last of the material in my possession. If you want to keep this newsletter going, I need contributions... no, not money! Send me those experiences, fantasies, pictures, internet links, etc. I realize, the fashion industry is not on our side at this time, but there is lots of material out there on the internet, so let's get going!

Mick O.

Send your experiences 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 will send it anyways. - Maureen

Mick -

First, glad to see you're back! I can relate to Maureen's sitting story. When sitting for neighbors at about age 15, I found a pair of black stretch vinyl high heel boots discarded off to one side of the master bedroom. I had never seen the mother wear anything remotely like these, and of course I just had to try them on.

I "borrowed" a pair of stockings after finding her size was about 1/2 too small for me, and they slid on and zipped up easily. I stripped down to my tshirt (and boots), and went back to watch TV, marveling at the boots; their tight fit, and the shiny surface.

Well, to cut things short, as I was sliding around in my seat, getting rather excited, I heard the car pull in the drive (thanks to gravel driveways!) and hurriedly tried to put everything back. With one zipper stuck, I was frustrated in more ways than one! One boot would not come off, and the stocking was stuck in the zipper, too.

I didn't quite make it and had the red faced experience of facing the mother with one boot on and not a lot of clothing! I made some statement about where did she get these, I really liked them, etc. She called downstairs to her husband, "...wants to know where to get a pair of my black boots." All I heard was a short knowing laugh, and needless to say, I was hooked for good. I was very red in the face while being driven home, still hot and bothered, and had a tremendous orgasm after I was safe in my bedroom. I fantasized for days about those boots, and, I was invited back to sit again! - Tracey tracey2u@geocities.com

Hi Mick,

I've been meaning to send you some stills for a while - I'm a high heel kind of girl and love the glances I get when I'm wearing them in town. Your site is great! If these pictures are good enough for the gallery I'll send you some more exciting ones. xx Kisses xx - Sara

Our Reply: Sara's pictures are included in this issue.

From the BOYS!

Dear editor,

Outstanding. I just went though some of your publications, and had to comment, OUTSTANDING. I have had a foot and heel fetish for years; your tribute to both is fantastic. I can't fully believe alot of the stories, but then again, who knows better than the writer? The pic's are great most of the time, alot are darker than normal, but I'm not a professional, just a man, who know's what to look at. I really enjoy looking at a women who has great legs and high heels with a high in-step. What more can I say.... Keep up the good work. - Chuck

Dear Mick O.,

Back in the early 60's while I was in jr. high school, there was this young Japanese lady that worked in the attendence office. Man, was she ever built!!! And she always wore the shiniest, most beautiful black patent leather shoes I've ever seen. She would always walk clicking her feet out distinctively to show off her beautiful shoes. I remember talking to her, and she would look down and notice the bulge between my legs. Then she would purposefully move her feet oh so seductively. She often would sit at this bench beneath a large sycamore tree near the school. I remember walking by, and I became immediately hard from the sexy odor of the sycamore not to mention her sitting with her beautiful legs crossed in distinctive fashion wearing her mini-skirt, dark hose and stilletto shiny black patent shoes. We never had sex, but really wish we had! I realize now she was probably only a tease, but she really had my heart pumping!!!! - Dan

Hello,

Congratulations on an excellent site; you do an awesome job to keep it going. It is a shame of the apparent lack of material but anything is better then nothing, right? Anyway, I'm a 19 year old male, and I often go out nightclubbing in the city. About a month ago I went out with friends, but they all left to go home. However I stayed and tried another nightclub out. When I got there, I ran into a girl I knew; she was my ex-girlfriend's friend. She now worked at the club as a waitress. She had on a pair of those tight, short, patent leather pants with a zip at the crotch, a matching bikini type top, and, to top it off, a pair of black patent leather ankle-strap high 6" platform heels. I told her she looked great, and she asked me to wait a while until she got of work. Then she asked me if we could dance. I said sure.

She finished work and by that time the club was emptying out, we started dancing. As usual, 5-6 other guys started dancing near us in an effort to get her. Looking like that, who wouldn't? To combat this, she started dancing with me in the most erotic fashion ANYONE had ever seen at the nightclub. She raised her leg and wrapped her heel around my butt and ran it up and down my leg. There is something about patent leather sliding on my skin and clothes that I find a total turn on.

Later when we left we were walking to my car when, we sat down and she took of one shoe. She apparently had a bruise on her foot. She asked me to hold the heel for her and I did. The sight of it, the smell of it, and the feel of it made those 10-20 seconds the best I've had in a long time. She knew it too. ; ) Only problem is she has a boyfriend. Just my luck! - High Heel Fan

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

From the BOYS who want to be GIRLS!

Hello Mick,

Well, first of all I want to say, that your internet newsletter 'Patent Letter' is one of the greatest things one can find in virtual reality. My name is Michael and, although heterosexual, I unfortunately like to wear female outfits, especially thigh high boots. I say, "Unfortunately," because this has lead to a lot of problems with my (former) 'friends'. But nevertheless, after some months of thinking I've come to the conclusion that there will be no real friendship whenever your 'friend' is only looking at your outside; the 'worth' of a person is not determined by the clothes he or she wears, but by the way he or she thinks. And by the way he or she is looking at the world and other people: to summarize, by the inner values! So I've kicked all those who only pretend friendship out of my life! Oh, excuse me (and my bad English). I didn't wanted to annoy you with my personal problems; I only wanted to thank you for the excitement that your newsletter brings me every month. Moreover, I have to remark two things: First, I've found a nice internet shop (VEGA) at http://www.vega.com/index.htm I do not know if you have already published this address in your monthly list of internet sources. Well then, good luck for the future! - Michael

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STORIES:

HIGH-HEELS, HIGHER-HEELS AND VERY HIGH-HEELS

Part 2 of 9

Marsha: Yes, I was aware of Eric's fetish for heels when I courted and married him. I didn't mind, in fact, I was secretly pleased at his particular interest since I had more than a passing interest in high heels myself. I reveled in the effect that a nice pair of heels had on the boys in high school - even if they didn't know why. I loved to see them fall over themselves just to get a glimpse of my heels without, they thought, my knowing. Since that time, I have found that not only does my wearing heels excite Eric, it makes me feel very feminine provocative and attractive. It really makes me feel sexy to walk down the street and catch the men surreptitiously try to get a good look without their wives knowing (they are just big boys). This I like. I like my collection of heels so much that I, now, encourage his interest and actively accommodate his wishes. I offer token resistance and play a little hard to get just to heighten his excitement.

In my mind, I have set up a hierarchy of heel heights: "low" heels are shoes with approximately 3 inch heels (I have nothing lower), "medium" heels are about 4 inches and "high" are 5 inches and over. Generally, I am wearing 'low' heels when he comes home from work. These I continue wearing until after dinner when I may change to 'medium' heels. Often, after dinner, I will "slip into something a little more comfortable". These are the code words indicating that I'll put on my special bra, open crotch panties, garter belt, black nylons and 'medium' heels under my black silk house coat.

Then we sit together on the chesterfield such that I can put me feet in his lap. Almost instantly if not already, he has a raging hard on and I see to it that his excitement continues. We may just watch television or review some of the videos that we have previously taken in our bedroom. (We have set up a remote-controlled video camera in our bedroom and, using a split screen technique, the camera simultaneously records an image of the occupants of the bed and an image reflected from a mirror mounted on the ceiling.) I delight in teasing hell out of him with my heels in his crotch. Sometimes I'll give him a little suck as he 'suffers' but I have to be very careful since he will come very easily after a few minutes of this foreplay.

Finally, I'll give in 'reluctantly' to his urging to go to bed and go upstairs. While he is turning out the lights etc. I slip out of my housecoat and put a pair of my 'high' heels. When he arrives in the bedroom doorway I am provocatively posed on the bed waiting to be amused by his frantic efforts to doff his clothes. Mutual oral sex or just old-fashioned, missionary position fucking is the inevitable result. Cont. Part 3