Confessions of a Heels Addict with a Shoe Fetish

I Wasn’t Expecting to Reveal This Part of Myself

My massive shoe collection is intimidating to most, and my girlfriend was no exception. Seeing piles upon piles of slinky pumps and strappy heels is enough to make anyone raise an eyebrow. So there in my closet, surrounded by shoe boxes and heart pounding, I thought I should tell her about my shoe fetish by now…

“Damn,” she’d said, scanning the chaos, “You hoard these?” I jump, startled to hear her behind me. I had told her to wait in the bedroom for me, but she had curiously followed me into the closet. I thought I could just grab a pair of heels and be on with it, but now she was eyeing my hidden secret. I was overcome with worry… and also lust. My shoe fetish really does turn me on after all. It’s all I can do to laugh nervously.

I watched her ghost her fingers along the shelf closest to eye level, pluck a hot strappy sandal in patent crimson, and turn it in her hands as if she were considering a fruit at the market. She pressed the shoe to her cheek, purring, “These are so…you,” and slipped her own foot out of its sensible ballet flat. The heel slides easily onto her bare foot.

Suddenly, I had the insane urge to kneel and help her lace it up her ankle. My mouth went bone dry. Suddenly, I’d let her be the dominant woman I didn’t know I needed.

The Power of a Shoe Fetish

She looked at herself in the mirror, leg flexed so the shoe pushed her calf muscle into high relief. I had always liked her legs, long and powerful. But now, in my shoe, she looked like a true Goddess that had finally accepted her proper place in nature. I could have dropped to my knees and worshipped at her altar right then and there.

She saw through me, and right through my shoe fetish. Eyes narrow, mouth smirking. “Some people like hands,” she finally said, “Some people like feet. You like what?”

I could have lied, could have deflected, but neither of us were built for cowardice. “I like the shoes,” I confessed. “All of this. I love wearing them. I always want them on…” I gulp as she steps closer. “Sometimes I even imagine I’m wearing them when we have sex.”

My Ultimate Shoe Fetish Fantasy Realized

For a wild second, I thought she might laugh. Instead, she wriggled her toes and said, “Show me,” in a voice both mockingly imperious and trembling with a new, weird edge. It was her own foot in my shoe, but she wanted me to guide her in and out of that fantasy. And the part of me that had been lurking behind vintage Italian calfskin and stacked patent platforms was instantly, embarrassingly eager.

I knelt like a worshipper before a Goddess. My cheeks burned. My hands shook a little as I tied the sandal onto her svelte ankle. She smiles as she props her foot atop my shoulder. The shoe fetish inside of me in full effect, I turn to kiss the slender heel.

“I see why you like this so much,” my girlfriend says gazing down at me. As you can imagine, my girlfriend and I get into a lot of sexy fun, since I am your sexy Goddess of phone sex of course. I’d love to tell you all about it if you ever call me up some time…

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