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Dear Tom, |
A quick thanks and I have some pics of my honey. She is the love of my life, and can be a real "C" when she dresses up. Best, JM |
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Great Page !!! Send you some Pic`s from my Girl`s - HH !! T.L. |
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No Report this month ..... Sorry |
RED FAIRY IN HEELS I'm a mature male, hairdresser, single, bi sexual, who live alone in a small apartment. By daylight I'm some sort of androgynous, no sexually defined creature, my face, my
clothes, my mules. Mot of them male ones, but discretely feminized. For myself enjoyment, at home, alone, I love cross dressing, with heavy face make up, wearing wild, long and curly wigs, fake long nails, extravagant clothes,
dresses, skirts, gloves, corsets, stockings, extra high heel platform shoes and sandals. I wear all of this to watch myself in a huge glass I have at home. My greatest fetish pleasure are high heel shoes, I have a modest but very
nice collection. I'm shy, modest and have had only a few (and expensive) young boy friends. Now, I'm alone. My greatest dream, since long time ago, is being loved, fucked, rapped by a young and strong wonderful
guy, while I'm extravagantly cross dressed. Being a woman, being desired is more pleasureful than simply having sex. This dream started coming true, when about one month ago, a lovely, handsome, tall (6 feet!) and strong teenager
come to stay for one month in an apartment just besides mine. Even in high heel shoes I'm short. I'm about 5.1/4 feet, barefoot. That boy was, comparing to me, a giant Greek god. How madly was I desiring him to desire me! More than
desiring, I love being desired.He was living there alone, it was a nice chance. By night, anxiously and fully teased, I used to put my most feminized, most extravagant possible, most sexy and fetish attiring clothes and specially
lovely high heel platform shoes. I tried to watch when he was arriving and giving him some opportunity to see me in short glances, entering my door. I was trying to awake his curiosity, his desires. It was not a very easy task,
during almost one month, I could give him only 6 or 7 glances. Every time more daring, higher platform, exotic colorful wigs, shorter skirts (my legs are very well shaped). He didn't seem to note my presence. Every 30 days I spent
about two hour preparation to present a 5 sec. "show, only in seven of those 30 days! And, every night I could not have his glance, I used to pass many times (7,8,9 times) in front of his , furiously beating my heels.It was
not worth, never. Every time my desire and my anxiety, were growing. It was, every day, more difficult to sleep. My eyes becaming horrible with increased deep dark circles. Related to him, I seemed to be shy, I didn't used to
look to his eyes while crossing with him, the few times we have met. One day, at building entrance, we were just crossing, I was in my ordinary androgynous look, modest, without make-up, beard to shave, flat pink mules. As every
time I saw him, my heart starts a fast crazy beating rhythm. So, he suddenly said. to me!, to me!
I became breathless. I was loosing my control. Blood come up to my face. I could not answer. He faced me and said again
I was stuttering, for God sake. My heart was beating as a machine gun, up to jump out of my mouth!
I was up to faint, Oh God! He has gone and I was fully teased. A chance! Oh, I could not loose that opportunity. This boy shall be mine! I could not work. I stayed home having a terrible headache, my face was horrible. But,
later, this same evening, I was decided to fight for my man. I started my cares, my make-up at 6 p.m. I've done the most extravagant possible make-up, my red mouth was heavy in lipstick. I put, believe or not, an enormous, too
long red wig,. Also, very long bright red nails. Wearing leather tight mini blouse and very short tight mini skirt, both red. No stockings, high heel platform shoes. Red, of course, but so high, 6 inches heels, that I have used
them, until now, only standing, watching my self at glass. I had never tried before to walk on them!
I was really dressed to kill! Was really very teasing, a high heel fetish
dream, a mysterious red fairy... I know how to be naughty and cheeky, when I need so. I was feeling so powerful. From my feet, my shoes, over that heels, a strange power was going out to dominate all world. It was about midnight,
my feet were sweating a lot, moistening shoes. It was because of nerves, also my body was sweating. I started my difficult 6 meters walk to his door, using wall to help me advancing. Trembling, while my heart was madly beating, I
pressed ring. Once. Twice. Oh, God. Third time. Now, yes! I have heard steps, he was coming.
He opened the door, he was in pajamas, he looked at me, without recognizing me. He got really surprised, but interested. Than he smiled, the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Do not faint, do not faint, I was saying to myself.
I entered, than. Nervous,I almost loose my equilibriun over those torturing heels. He withstand me, caught me, I was trembling. My hand run fast to his breast, caressing its hairs. It was really incredible, unbelievable, a real
dream come true. He caught by my shoulders, pushed me toward him, embraced me, a tight strong hug. Our lips became closer, together tight, a huge delicious, an eternity long kiss. Tongues and lips nervous fight. I was pushed toward
his breast, floating, sliding. my shoes over floor. I felt his cock growing near mine. I was feeling like a queen, powerful over my heels, but dominated as a child. My sortilege, a witch sortilege was working. I was feeilng as a
Goddess. Door closed, Oh, God... Love, love, love, sex, sex, sex...we spent something about three or four wild hours making love. I was always the girl, three times, my butt became so hurt, so painful, but very satisfied. It was
great. Although, a surprise, nice surprise. He was a real high heel shoe fetish lover. He put my shoes, walked on them, kissed, licked, byte them. Also my feet, my legs, my clothes, were wildly bitten, kissed, licked. His forth
orgasm was filling one of my shoes with his hot cum, which I drunk, up to last drop as it was Gods nectar. My only orgasm, poor old sissy, was to fill other shoe. We slept together, embraced, each one of us with one shoe heel
inserted in ass, his tired and asleep cock in my hands. We didn't say almost nothing to each other. Sex was enough. Early in the morning I left, he was sleeping. I caught and take with me all my clothes, wig, shoes.
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Copyright by Jennifer T. 1998,1999. Reprinted with permission. And the Page of Jenny |
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Figure 3 shows what happens in heels close to your limit height if you try to follow the riduculous advice of walking so that the toe comes down first . This time it results in small steps, build up of pressure on the
front of the foot, and further straining of the back and legs. |
Hi! I'm Florindo from Italy, I write you again. Please visit and link my site http://members.xoom.it/highheels/ |
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Hello I have a page with 300 high-heel pictures. http://members.xoom.com/inmyfuture/index.html Thomas |
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I was visited some times on the Patent Letter homesite and I like it! |
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Dear Tom, congratulations to this great magazin ! We will make a direkt link to you in our internet -shopping-mal.
It will be great, if you could make a small tip or a link to us in you next letter. Gruß Fetischmoden in Gummi, Latex, Leder, Stoff & Satin Korsetts, Corsagen, Waist-Chincher High-Heels und High-Boots
vom Feinsten Bondage & Bizarres fuer Sie und Ihn |
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Please send in new good HighHeels Link's .. Tom |
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The DIVAWEB must be problem. Please send to me other comment, I will look at that... ED Tom |
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Greetings! Hi Tom. |
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Hallo Tom, |
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