Dear readers
Like the august issue last year of Patent Letter, this will be also a
very special issue of Patent Letter for me. I'm back from my long "holiday" trip and I hope I can go on normally. That's the oly thing I can say at the moment.
Have a look at online fetish week at prague.
Enjoy the march of Patent Letter .... Ed Tom
THANK YOU ALL OUT THERE FOR THE BEST WISHES AND HELP DURING MY ABSENT: THANK YOU ALL.
From L.
My fiance is a serious lover of high heels and especially boots. He is always thrilled when the new issue of Patent Letter is out;
on those nights I try to check my e-mail and disappear quickly, so he can read it.
I was glancing through the back issues this morning half-hoping to see one of my heels pictures, and didn't see any. I've included a photo
which he will instantly recognize to cure this shortcoming!!!
My fiance thinks I am only moderately interested in my heels. Not true!!! I love the feeling of power I have over him when I wear them. I must have more shoes
than Imelda
Marcos... and it's not enough!!! What's even better is the two pairs of boots we
purchased for him, with a third pair on the way to our house right now. I love to make him put on the black leather pair with the speed laces (what a misnomer that is!), which is quite
difficult the more excited he gets. Frequently I tease him after he has finally gotten them on... they have 3 1/2 inch heels and he has a lot of trouble getting around in them so I send him
around the house to get various things. It just reminds him who's boss, even if he is 6'3" to begin with and towers over me in those black leather boots. Later on when I am feeling
generous I tie him down (still in his boots) and make him taste various other pairs from the collection.
I also love to tease him in public when I can... we are both in the same band and I love wearing heels at
work. I can comfortably wear 4 inch pumps for the whole night and I love knowing he's watching my every move. I think he forgets sometimes that I know this, but I am always aware that my pumps excite him. I
really love winter best because I have many pairs of my own boots to choose from and I wear them absolutely every chance I get!
L.
Dear Tom
I've just found your fantastic site! thank you very much! I just wanted to add my experiences to those of your readers.
I have loved high heels ever sine I was about 6 or 7, when a neighbour's daughter appeared in ou
r house
wearing black leather trousers and a wonderful pair of black leather boots with heels of maybe 4". After that, I looked in all my mother's catalogues at pictures of high heeled shoes and boots.
As a teenager, one of our teachers, Mrs Purkiss who taught us German, used to wear very short skirts and wonderfully high heels. It always thrilled me to hear her coming down the
wood floored corridor with her heels clicking so thrillingly. I'm sure I paid a lot more attention to her long legs and high heels than I did to her teaching - I failed my German O level spectacularly!
I was smitten by the mother of one my friends. She was Mrs Ross, and she was always wearing short skirts and very high heels. My favourites were a pair of balck patent leather
with about 5" heels. I don't know whether it was an accident or not, but she used to bend over or squat down a lot when my friend wasn't in the room. Perhaps if I'd been older or
braver, I would have said something. I certainly would now!
When I was a few years older, and unemployed, I got a cleaning job at a local hospital. On
some nights my rota included the first aid room, where there was a wonderful pair of knee-high black leather boots with 5" heels and a 1" platform.
As I was the only one there I ............, I never heard anything from the owner. I love meeting ladies who wear high heels.
My most recent friend, Irene, was in Oxford Street when I met her. She was wearing a
black leather jacket and skirt, and a pair of black leather boots with a thin 4" heel. She must have been in her late 40's or early 50s. I told her how much I admired her outfit, especially her boots, and she said she ha
d 10 pairs at home! We met several times after that, with her wearing a different pair of boots each time. She even had a
gorgeous pair of black patent over-the-knee boots with 4.5" inch heels. Then, one day when I phoned, she said something had happened, and I was not to phone again.
I'd love to meet or correspond with any lady, any age,
preferably from the UK, about high heeled boots and shoes. My email is jwhapshott@aol.com. Thanks again for a brilliant magazine!
Sincerely John
Here in my home country (Sorry of my bad english) it is about half an year kind of cold weather. The temperature may be below -20
Celsius degrees. Depending of that here are guite lot of snow.
Anyway when I was around 12 years old in early eighties my mother used guite often high heel boots, Mom worked in those days at local bakery. Part of her job
were bussines trips to they customers form of bakery products consulting days. Mostly in those consulting days she used black underknee boots with quite glamorous heel. I admire long time those heels and one day when i were home at
lon
e i try to wear them on.
The feeling was something never experied. My steps were guite glomsy. But when i
looked my legs at the mirror i think that this were the first time when i get erektion. When i explore theese boots i noticed few black spots in bottoms of those boots. I wondered what these spots might be but
forget it soon. Next time when i tried them on i noticed that number of these spots were increased. In those same times i saw my dad crushing his cigarettes off by his shoe bottoms and after that there were
same kind of spots. I was quite sure that my mom had actually started smoking too. In those days i think that it were truly discusting if my mother had started smoking too.
During that winter mom bought new pair
of boots, these were white under knee pull on boots, heels of these boots were spiky nearly 4 inch high and these were highest heels of her shoes. This were orgins of my interest of high heel boots, because it were
something newer experiensed to follow at moms training of getting used to use of those boots. At first she used them inside the house and i think that take kind of long time before she used them in public.
Anyway i looked forward that day when there were similary spots i those boots bottom too.
It took a guite long time but atfer she wear those boots guite long bussines trip. I found three spots of those
bottoms too. Then i knew my mom must be closet smoker who smoked during those over night bussines trips.
After i found out this my imagination started to flow. My mother standing a long day behind her bread table
playing those heel, during her breaks smoking outside the shop. Ugh.
One winter morning before i leave to school i cleaned the snow off at our balcony (which my dad used when
he smoked outside to house) i found mom boots heel dents at snow near the ashtray. In the ashtray were few cigarette filter smeared with lipstick. Yes, now it were proved, it were only matter of time to see her smoking.
Later in that winter we were driving to our relatives. Suddenly mom pulled out to resting place. She kind of get sceard whe she realized that i were with her, then she asked if it bothers to me if she smoked a cigarette
or two sometimes. I told her that it were guite discusting but her should do what ever her like. This event will stay in my mind the rest of my live. She lit first public cigarette in front of my eyes and said that it might be
truly discusting but she will do it it anyway. She walked outside of the car wearing red underknee jacket and her black high heel boots.
I was kind of fasinating to follow her learning to every day smoker. In that winter she smoked quite rarely. Mostly couple of cig in a day. But how could i knew how much she smoked outside the house.
Her favorite dress at home were white long cotton dress and my best memories at those days were times when i saw her outside at balcony smoking and wearing those white smoking boots and i must admit that she pr
opably kind of enjoy of wearing those boots during her smoking breaks. Afterwards this combination is somekind of ultimate turn on to me.
M
I am very impressed that someone has decided to compile a letter for all the high-heels fans out there, and am grateful for the chance to hear others stories, opinions etc.
I would like to request that you include more full pictures of girls in high heels, not only the legs and feet. The shoes make the whole woman look more beautiful, not only her legs!
Also, I would like to request more high-heeled sandals, a particular like of mine!
Thank you for an excellent letter. Anthony
This image is from Louis (Thanks......) -->
Hi Tom:
This is me again! Thank you for issuing my pictures on the net, I hope all shoe lovers will enjoy it! I will go to the net hunting for great pictures every night before I sleep, it really time consuming! However, I really love to do it, also, I hope my pictures can help you(I try to find the highest quality one).
On the other hand, can you give me some more links regarding shoes, especially for the pumps for office lady and the pumps with ankle strip, (hopefully the black patent leather!) I hope my request will not be too demanding and waiting for you kind attention.
With attach, another batch of pictures may be helpful to your next issue!
Dom I hope this are the right pictures ....... ED Tom
Dear Tom,
Several months ago I wrote to you expressing my gratitude and thankfulness for your e
fforts with Patent Letter. I also indicated that I would share with the readership my experiences with women and high heels during my life thus far. Before I get
to my first story, I'd like to provide you with a bit of background.
.......................................
The story you are about to read is what you may publish. Everything else I have mentioned above I have said in confidence, and would appreciate your effort to keep it confidential. Thank you.
Story One
by Richard who wants to be anonymus
Something magical happened to me in 1972. At age 7 I reached full sexual maturity. As hard as that may be for some to believe, it became much harder for me to live out, because for the next two years my life was filled with a healthy dose of ecstasy and frustration caused by inability to get what I wanted.
My first recollection of a well-healed woman came in the form of Donna Reed, the actress who co-starred with Jimmy Stewart in the movie, "It's a Wonderful Life". Her television show, "The Donna Reed Show", unveiled to me that she possessed not only a wonderful life but a wonderful figure as well, exsentuated by her 3.5 inch jet black pumps. That was at age 7.
By age 9 I had collected enough images of women in heels like Donna Reed, Irene Dunn, Rita Hayworth and others to know what I wanted in a woman, and had collected enough memories of "James Bond" in action to know what women really wanted in a man.
In the autumn of 75' at age 10, my blood was boiling, eager to show my appreciated of and desire for a woman, an older woman who could appreciate me and my tastes for heels and other things. And then it happened.
Three years earlier, my sister, a foreign exchange student, who had lived in South Africa, had established many long lasting friendships with families leaving there from al
l over the world. One of her friends, Maria, who was originally from London, decided to travel to our home in the United States for a visit.
The school day ended, and having donned on my jacket for the cooler days of autumn, I proceeded home to what I thought would be an empty house, only to find Maria sitting on the front porch with suitcases in hand. It was all I could do to contain myself. She was perfection…5 feet 6 inches, trim, fit, black medium length hair, olive skin complexion and deep blue eyes. Maria was more beautiful than any American woman I had ever scene, and dressed impeccably for the Southern Hemisphere. Most inspiring were her 4 inch spiked Italian leather heels with pointed toe and tan stockings. Her accent was English and her demeanor very intriguing and subtle. I was floored.
I introduced myself to her, and after opening the front door of the house escorted her in, carrying her
luggage. Maria told me that she had had a long trip and was looking forward to a relaxing bath before she and my sister would be going out that evening. As she spoke, and as we walked through the living room, I
looked upon the antique desk finding a note from my sister asking me to attend to Maria's needs. My sister had specifically asked me to take her to my sister's room where Maria would be staying during her visit. That 
request was the only one my sister has ever made that I was only too happy to accommodate.
Maria decided it was good time to go up stairs to unpack and to freshen up before she and my sister were scheduled to leave home in two hours. She walked up the stairs ahead of me, which afforded me a beautiful view of her legs and heels. I wanted to walk closer, but the bulky luggage kept me distant. I could have walked a hundred thousand steps without getting tired just to view how gracefully and elegant Maria walked up those stairs, the sound of her stockings rubbing the back of her legs, rubbing against her french vanilla skirt.
Inside her room, Maria comfortably sat down on the bed as though to test it. She smiled and asked me something, but I can't remember what it was. I was too focused as I watched her dangle her right shoe in the air after she crossed her legs revealing more than I had ever seen before. What I do recall is that I smiled and said something, to which she stood up as if to embrace me.
Maria wanted a bath, so I pointed her in the direction of the bathroom down the hall on the second floor. I left her alone then while I went downstairs to the kitchen to get some water to drink.
Afterwards I proceeded up the stairs again to my own bedroom to relieve myself of my books and materials. As I passed Maria's bedroom, I was astounded to find a pair of blue leather 4-inch pumps with
tan insoles next to the bed. I quickly disposed of my books in my bedroom, and while Maria was in the bathroom, proceeded to return to her room for a quick investigation. I stepped into the room, and made my
way to the floor. The pumps were right next to the bed, along with her stockings she had been wearing along with a clean pair of stockings I assumed she would be wearing that evening. The smell of her pumps
was so wonderful, I can only describe it as luscious. I inhaled the scent over and over again for what literally
seemed like hours. And, as I did so, I touched her stockings with my hand, gently pulling it close to me so as to rub it against my cock, which was now fully exposed from my pants. Here I was 10 years old desiring
Maria more than life itself, frustrated not knowi
ng how I could ever be as close to her as I was to her shoes and stockings.
Then, suddenly I heard the door open down the hall…it was Maria coming out of her bath. I quickly arranged her clothing, but was running out of time. If I left the room, she would surely see walking out and would know I had been in there without her. So, I went underneath the bed, hiding there afraid of what she'd do to me if she knew what I had been doing.
She entered the room, she closed the door behind her. She had a large white towel wrapped around her breasts and body. At first she, seemed confused, and I was afraid she had spotted me. But then, she made her way to my sister's stereo system, turned it on and dialed up the classical station my sister would always listened to. The music played as Maria unwrapped herself in front of the mirror directly across from the bed only to reveal the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. They were perfect…perfectly shaped with nipples aching for attention. I was sweating badly, and my cock was swollen, growing larger with each breath I took. She took her hands and gently with the towel dried herself off from top to bottom. She shook her head to release the water from medium length wavy jet-black hair, and did so 3 times as she bent over in front of the mirror, revealing the most beautifully groomed vagina I have yet to see.
She turned around, in tempo with the violin music playing on the radio, she sat down, and began to very elegantly put on her stockings, one by one, smoothing out the creases. She apparently decided not to wear any panties since she was already attaching the garter belt with "snap" like precision that excited me beyond what I ever imagined such a sound could do. I moved closer to the edge of the bed, my nose within 3 inches of the heel of her foot, and then witnessed as she then placed her left foot in the her left heel, angling her foot into the front of the toe, and then with a side to side rocking motion, very slowly, putting her foot into the shoe. She repeated this for her right foot with same methodical, graceful feel. Then she stood up, walked toward the mirror, and began the process of make up, bra and slipping on a blue laced dress upon her body, with the edge of the dress just reaching over her knees.
"Richard", Maria said, as though calling me from a distance. She walked towards the door, opened it, peered out the door again, and called to me. It was all I could do not to answer. Then, she left the room,
walked down the hallway, and then I could here Maria walking down the stairs. Meanwhile, I was a mess…so h
ard I was hurting. I saw her white pumps near the closet door, and decided to christen them
with a burst. With her left shoe, I inserted my cock into the toe and blasted away for several seconds before collapsing to the floor in utter relief, or so I thought. As I lay there, I could her Maria returning,
making her way up the stairs. I quickly returned her shoe back to its original position, fixed myself up, and made my way to my bathroom, which was in my bedroom.
Maria knocked on the bathroom door just about 30 seconds after I had entered my bathroom, and asked me to come out when I was able. I fixed myself up, went out of the bathroom to find Maria sitting on my bed briefly, then standing up to show me her outfit. "What do you think of me now", she said letting out a cunning laugh. I think my answer caught her off guard. I said, "You're beautiful darling!". She walked towards me and kissed me on the forehead, and thanked me. She had to stand on her toes in her heels just to reach my forehead. Then she said, "I hope Derek will be impressed.", and then left my room just as my sister's car was pulling in the driveway. I was crushed. My sister and Maria left the house to have dinner with my sister's boyfriend and his roommate, Derek, your typical jerk.
All throughout the night, I was saddened to think that Derek would be enjoying the company and companionship of Maria.
After my parents went to bed, I remained awake, downstairs in front of the television watching the late shows in anticipating of my sister and Maria's return. I'd fallen asleep on the sofa, to awaken to the sound
of laughter. The ladies were home, alone. Someone was walking towards me. It was my sister. "Where
am I going to sleep now?" she exclaimed. "You can sleep in my room. Is Maria home too?" I asked. My
sister just grinned at me and said, "Of course. Good night." I lay back down somewhat relieved, only to rise again having smelled the scent of Maria's perfume close by. She was in the kitchen, getting a glass from
the cabinet. I could hear the clicking of her high heels across the floor, going further away until it stopped. I got up to investigate.
I found her in the living room with a glass of bourbon in one hand and a cigarette in the other. "Dad will have a fit if he knew you were smoking in the house." Her lips caressed that cigarette so smoothly, that in an instant I found myself wishing she were smoking me. "Oh, Richard, I didn't know darling, I'll put it away. Did you have a good evening?" She knew what kind of evening I had…boring. "Fine, and you?" "Terrible, the food was bad, the company was bad, but the dancing was wonderful. Do you dance?" I looked at her with a subtle grin as if to say, yes, when the mood strikes me. Just then she crossed her legs and began dangling her pump from her left foot. "My feet are so, so tired…I wish someone would rub them for me." I didn't waste a heartbeat. I found myself walking towards her, kneeling down in front of her and gently, slowly removing her shoe from her foot. She gasped, as though she was shocked, but then eased back again in her chair. Her red painted toenails glistened through her stockings as I massaged her toes and then foot. She tried removing her right foot from her shoe, but I stopped her saying, "Let me Maria, let me." But I wouldn't let her take it off. I bent over and with my mouth and bit her instep. She let out a deep sensual moan, and then raised her left leg high into the air, finally resting it on top of my back. I bit the instep of her right foot over and over and over, again and again and again, with Maria gasping and moaning until she couldn't stand it any longer, and neither could I. She fought hard to take her shoe off, but I held the back of her ankle in check. She finally placed her glass upon the cocktail table, and slowly eased down out of the chair on to the floor kneeling next to me. We embraced one another, and kissed. "Oh, I get so excited when you bite my feet…its painfully ticklish…please darling, bite them again."
I kissed her passionately, and then laid her on her back lifting her legs upon my shoulders. I reached back and grabbed her pumps placing them on her feet. "What are you doing….no, please don't make me wear them….I want to stretch my toes, I want to feel you in me. Oh I want you, I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me!" I became undaunted. She was going to have the ride of her life from a 10 year old and she was going to do it with those shoes on her feet as I bit into her right instep first, and then her left.
After several minutes of pumping Maria with her pumps on I looked into her eyes, and could see something, something magical, something wonderful. It was more than sex or sex appeal, it was more than lust, it was
heartfelt, but I couldn't put my finger on it at the time. In retrospect, I knew what I felt…I loved her, her spirit, her charm.
I lessened my aggressive stance, and slowly, gently, as though I was holding a baby in my hands, slipped her right pump off first, then her left, and then the rest of her clothing and mine until we both laid naked on the floor in the living room loving one another from head to toe. She moaned, she stretched, she kicked, she struggled and we both loved every moment of it.
That was the first night of four nights of the same that would follow. We made love in so many ways, first with those blue pumps, then the white. It was more then erotic or sensual. It was fabulous. I was 10, she was 23.
The day we took Maria to the airport was dark and dreary. At the gate, she hugged us all good-bye. I think my Dad must have thought the hug I received from her was a bit unusual, but he didn't inquire. I saw her leave as I first saw her, in her white outfit and those beautifully white Italian dress pumps. I couldn't help but think if she had inspected the insole for anything unusual.
As my family walked away from the gate I just stood there watching Maria approach the entry way to the gang plank leading the jet airliner. Just before she slipped through the doorway, she stopped, turned around, and blew me a kiss, a very warm kiss. I caught it ( and thank God no one else saw it ). She smiled, and her eyes glistened. It was as if she was trying to tell me something, but I don't know what it was.
I miss her. I haven't seen her since. She taught me a great deal and I gave her the warmth and newness of a life not yet bound by teenage years. She was my first, the best, but certainly not the last.
Just wanted to send you a quick note and some pictures of my wife`s
We love your Page and hope you will continue...! 
Hi Tom,
HH, and I hope you can juse them in your next Patent Leather Page.
Miss Didi Mau
Here are a couple of new pix of me hard at work to keep up that irrational
exuberance that Alan Greenspan is always talking about - Shoes are Sexy
Shoes,stock number 7115 and are 5 and a half inches high - I am doing my
very best to relieve some of those awful inflationary pressures --oh, and
sorry about the slit in my dress - that is as high as I could get it
The Outrageous Miss DiDi Mau
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Tom,
It has been a while since I last wrote but it has been quiet for some time. Good fortune has finally come to me. several months ago
I read an article in the PL about a guy who followed a couple of women to a walking path and waited until they left and proceeded to cum in one of the ladies heels.
I tho
ught that was a good idea and since there is a walking path within a few blocks of my job I have been spending a lot of time hanging out there. After
spending a lot of time there I finally had the chance I have been waiting to seize. A nice looking red head in a camaro pulled in the parking lot at the walking path. I saw her and could tell she was changing her
shoes. After she left her car and walked out of sight I moved my van next to her car. On the seat was a nice pair of white heels. Since it was a fairly hot day she had left her windows down, probably a little
further then she had wanted. To my delight I was able to reach in through the open window and open the door.
My heart was pounding from the thought of getting caught but my desire to have her shoes was just too
great of an opportunity to pass. I quickly moved back to my van which has privacy glass and proceeded to smell the strong scent of her feet.Her shoes were still wet from her feet when I got to
them. I savored the time for as long as I could but I soon lost my load of cum and deposited it in the toe area of her right shoe.
I now had to wait for some people to leave before I could put her shoes back. After what seemed like an eternity the coast was clear and I put them back on the seat. I sat the right one up so my seed would not run
out and went back to my van and moved it away from her car. I could still see the car but I was far enough away so as not to be a suspect. As I waited hidden by the dark glass I watched the red head approach.
She open the door and began changing her shoes. She did not see my cum in her shoe and began slipping her foot into it. As her toes made contact with my cum I could see that she felt something in her shoe. She
quickly removed the shoe and looked inside. The look of amazement on her face was worth the effort. I don't think she knew what it was at first but she quickly figured it out I am sure. She looked around trying to
see someone who might be guilty of doing this to her heels.Sh
e looked in my direction but the dark glass
kept her from seeing me and also I was sitting on the floor and looking through a small opening at
her.
She took out some tissue and very carefully wiped out her shoe and deposited the tissue in
the trash.She put her shoes on and left. She was very upset as she pulled out of the parking space. I waited a few minutes and then left. The thrill of taking her shoes, cumming in them and
then seeing the look on her face as she felt my cum made for a very satisfying afternoon. I must say I was scared but I would do it again if the opportunity came my way.
If you own a silver camaro and have a size
6.5M white pair of heels(Flings) with a 2.75 inch heel and you found cum in them, then I may have some information that may help you solve this mystery if the reward is high enough. Toe
From H*
I fell in love with a girl, and moved in together in 1988:
I had always had a shoe fetish, strong catholic upbringing and all.
I have no idea where it came from. We were in love, a
nd after a few months, and having looked through her closet at her apartment (without her
knowing) I asked her to wear a pair of pumps while we made love.
It was the best sex I had ever had, just the addition of a simple pair of shoes. This was the beginning. She was a
very smart woman, not prudish in any shape or form. She enjoyed the sex as well, and it was very easy to fullfill my desires. This is, in my opionion, the height of the classic pump, as there was a 9West store in our
town. We would go to the mall on almost anyday and go to the shoe store.
The first trip she just wore jeans, and we bought a pair of black pumps, they were all named after women, these
were Babette. My cock was as hard as steel being in that store. She knew it, and made a few comments as well. We could not wait to get home, she put the shoes on in the car and massaged my cock all the way home,
slipping one off and holding under my nose, asking me did I enjoy the smell, because she did.
She rubbed my cock through my pants with the shoe as well. As soon as we arrived home, the clothes can
off in a frenzy, all she had on were the pumps, I threw her down on the bed and went straight for her snatch, sucking her clit until she became very wet. She removed the shoe, and started rubbing her clit with it, then
offering me the cream to lick off the pointed toe. I was rubbing my cock on the bed as I lay between her legs, and a giant eruption took place, I raised up and came all over her inner thigh and pussy. My cock
would not go down, we fucked for hours, she having several climaxes, until I came a second time all over her snatch.
She had me figured out. We made countless trips to the mall, and had bought every color of that style of
shoe, along with the other style (Nanette?) in every c
olor. She now wore heels all the time, and she was a
professional, who worked in an office. Her friends would comment on her shoes, as to why she always wore high heels. She would just smile and say she preferred them. This was our agreement, she was not to indulge
my fetish, and I would love and respect her always. I was the experimenter, she enjoyed a good fucking. I worked, alot. I was on swing shift, my hours rotated every 8 weeks.
She began buying garter belts and stockings,
crotchless pantyhose and thigh highs. I would watch her dress in the morning, and slowly jerk my 9 inch cock openly in front of her. I had opened up sexually, and she was digging the hell out of it. She would complain that I
was teasing her, and she would be late for work. For a few months we would have sex in the morning, but she ran afoul of her boss, and could not afford to be late anymore.
One morning after donning a wicked pair of
black pumps with white stockings, I threw a pillow off the bed and as she was doing her make up in the mirror, started masturbating into the pillow, at her feet. She said she loved the sight of my ass as I thrust into the pillow,
but she could not stop or be late for work. I started to lick her shoes and run my tounge into the arch, all the while thrusting into the pillow, I pulled up and came on her shoes and stockings. I fucking loved it! So did she.
I felt really good, knowing that she would be wearing her shoes and stockings to work for that day with my seed sprayed on her. I also knew that there was a good chance she was driving her male co workers crazy at work,
and brought this aspect into out sex play.
Some mornings she would dangle her shoe while she sat on the corner of the bed, as we had large mirrored closet doors, and I would masterbate on the floor and cum inside her
shoe, which she would wear all day. She would call home to tell me she had just frigged herself off in the ladies room, and that her pussy was super wet from the memories of the morning.
When she arrived, it was always my turn to lick and suck her pussy, first things first. She still would have on her fine clothes, and I would eat her out, sometimes cutting the crotch out of her pantyhose with scissors,
and licking and tounging her moist wet snatch. She began to slip off her shoes during intercourse, and licking them in my face, rubbing her clit with the toe or massaging my balls as I thrust into her pussy, she would beg
me to fill her shoes with my sperm, offering me one as I climaxed. She would lap at the seman out of the shoe, rubbing her clit and in total sexual bliss. She now has a fetish of her own!
I know this is very broad based, and their are specific stories do you like it, it is just a small backround of my experience boots and leather come into the scene Please reply if you like this. H*****
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thank you very much
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