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Friday, November 24, 2006
16:36 No Title How it all started for me, Many years ago in the early 1960's, I remember a warm summers day lying across the narrow pavement outside our house in london i am not sure why it is probably just one of the senceless sort of pastimes you do as a child. As i lay there i noticed a rather mature lady walking toward me and as the pavement was rather narrow and probably thinking nothing of it she stepped over me, The vision i saw was all the way up her skirt, taking into account this was the days when all women wore stockings and stiletto heeled shoes, the sight of her stocking tops and the smooth nylon encasing her legs seemed to have a strange feeling for me although at that time i was unaware why. About 1 hour later i noticed the lady was returning so i made a point of returning to the position i had been in before thinking in a childish way that she had not realized exactly what i was up to As she approached me i prepared myself to repeat the previous sighting. when she finally reached me to my shock she kicked me hard in the side then stamped on me driving her sharp stiletto heel into my ribs,she scorned somthing like you dirty little boy then strode over me and carried on her way. All i can recall was seeing her stockinged legs and the sight of her shoes as she strode away from me not really comprehending what had just happened. After the experience i found myself strangley attracted to womens shoes and constantly looking through my mothers closet and wondering why it felt so good to just touch and feel the soft leather and admire the shape and colours of all of her shoes and why i had this strange feeling whilst doing so. Now in my older years i have always suspected that my fetish for shoes and being trampled on is a direct result of that single encounter and if i could meet that lady again i would thank her for installing in me somthing that has given me many hours of pleasure. Now i am married to a gorgeous woman who actually shares my fetish for shoes and stockings and who wears them not just for me but because she genuinly enjoys them herself. If anyone else can pinpoint an event in their life that may have triggerd their fetish i would love to hear about it. Zopot. |