case 1 Shoe fetish shopping for one ---

case 1 Shoe fetish shopping for one --- from srotoy "e" book shoe fetish research document copyrighted 2005

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.