Of course, we became lovers that afternoon. I brought him to my suite, where he asked me to wear my swim cap during our lovemaking. He seemed particularly to like holding my rubber cap as I sucked his cock.
I must say that he reciprocated and gave me the best oral love I have ever had. After his first orgasm, he went down on me forty-five minutes at least, making me very happy indeed.
The next day he took me to a leather shop and bought me a red-leather minidress, a black-leather coat, and high boots. We then returned to the hotel, and he asked me to wear combinations of the new gear as we made love. I really turned him on. I had one of those clear vinyl raincoats in my closet, and when he saw that, he asked me to wear it with nothing on underneath except my boots. He began to get hard and masturbate. I didn’t want him to do that, so I climbed on top of him and fucked him like a wild woman! It turned me on like nothing had before, and I had a fantastic orgasm!
We had a wonderful two weeks together and had the most fantastic sex, although sometimes it seemed that he was more interested in what I wore than in me. But I didn’t care, because I was getting a lot of his hard cock. I think we screwed more often in those two weeks than my husband and I have in five years of marriage. When I came home, I modeled the leather garments for my husband, but he didn’t seem at all interested. However, when I wore the gear on a shopping trip downtown, I noticed many men staring at me in a very horny way, which excited me.
In crowds, many men would brush up against me with their hands, feeling the smooth leather. In an elevator, one man put his hand on my bottom. As we got out, I turned to him, and said, “Like my outfit?” He stammered and nodded. I suggested that we go somewhere where he could really enjoy it. He said he couldn’t afford it, and I explained that I wasn’t a professional. We went to the enclosed parking lot and to my car, where we had a sensational fucking and sucking session. This man, too, loved to caress my leather as we screwed.
Now, whenever I’m horny, I put on my “fucking clothes,” and I have my pick of most men on the streets. I can be very selective. I just wait until I get an admiring glance from someone who looks good to me. I especially love rainy days. I bought some vinyl and thigh-high boots like some of your Penthouse girls wear. I wear my red-leather minidress and my clear vinyl raincoat. It’s my most successful outfit!
— Name and address withheld
If the Shoe Fits.
I am taking the liberty of writing to you in regard to a high-heel fetish. I am just twenty years old, fourfoot-ten, and weigh ninety-six pounds. But my figure is considered very good, and I’ve been told I have beautiful legs. I’ve been married for eleven months. When I was sixteen, I purchased my first pair of high heels. The heels were four inches, and I enjoyed them very much, as they made me appear tall. Since I am short my feet are also very small, so I still wear the same size. I never did know what a high-heel fetish was until I met my husband, two years ago.
He asked me if I could wear higher heels, and I told him that a four-inch heel was the highest I could purchase, and that since my feet are very small, I did not think I could wear higher heels. About two weeks later, while out on a date, he parked his car and from the trunk brought out three new pairs of shoes in my size. They all had five-inch heels. He said he ordered them from Frederick’s of Hollywood. It was a little difficult at first being raised another inch in height, but in no time at all I was used to wearing them constantly. But a month later, he again said that he would love to see me in higher heels. I argued that it wouldn’t be possible. Then the following week we visited a custom shoe builder in Pittsburgh, who, after looking at my high instep and the arch of my feet, insisted with my boyfriend that I could easily wear a six-inch heel. At this point I really was scared. I felt that it would be impossible to wear shoes with heels that height, but again I had no say in the matter, and I love my boyfriend.
So both of my feet were measured very carefully, and my boyfriend ordered two pairs of shoes, both pairs with ankle straps to help hold the shoe on my foot. I thought the shoes would be mailed to my boyfriend, but no, we had to go back for the final fitting. The shoes fit wonderfully, but after ten minutes, I got a cramp in both calves of my legs, and had to remove both shoes. The man then put a small piece of cork under the ball of each foot, and slipped the shoes back on my feet. The cramp was gone, and did not come back. Amazing as it was, my boyfriend was thrilled as I walked around Pittsburgh for better than an hour. But that night when I got home, my legs, from the ankles up to my hips, throbbed something fierce. Again, I got really used to wearing the six-inch heels and got a special thrill in wearing them-to say nothing of how much my boyfriend enjoyed seeing me walk around in them.
Right after we were married, once again he said how he would love to see me “perched” (that’s the word he used) on even higher heels. I said no way was it possible to wear higher heels, and that’s what I thought. Two weeks later I was wearing shoes with eight-inch heels (but with two-inch platform soles). And a few weeks later, I had shoes with nine-inch heels and three-inch platforms! And believe it or not, I am getting to be quite an expert at wearing them.
Some of my good friends tell me that some people call me the “high-heel freak,” but that doesn’t bother me, as I love my husband, and I know he loves me.
That’s what is important to me. Three months ago my husband came up with an idea that perhaps I could wear a ballet type of shoe. It would have no vamp, my toes would be pointed straight down with a separate leather loop for each toe, and the tips of my toes would rest on heavy cotton padding. Well, I have the shoes now. They are black patent leather, and they lace onto my foot at the instep. They also have heavy ankle straps, and are very light in weight. These shoes have a full ten-inch heel.
I have been wearing them every night in our bed-room for my husband’s pleasure, but it was a week before I could stand in them, and it took a good month of practice before I could actually walk in them. Now every night I walk around our bedroom wearing these shoes for nearly twenty minutes before our marital relations. It drives my husband crazy, and I myself really enjoy wearing these out-of-this-world shoes. It has made our marriage a very, very happy one.
My husband would love to have me wear these shoes in public, and I said I would after I get used to wearing them for about two hours. I must admit, it requires a lot of stamina to wear this type of shoe, but for my husband’s love, I would stop at nothing as long as it makes him happy. I realize how dangerous these shoes can be if I should fall, as I have read of quite a few people falling off their shoes and breaking bones. But I guess I have been very fortunate.
— Name and address withheld
Bridge Club
My friend since high school, Liz, and I and two other girls have been very close for years-we would go on vacations together, play cards, go to the theater and movies, double-date, and so forth. Then Liz got married, while the other three of us stayed single (we range in age from nineteen to twenty-two). But the four of us have still remained close friends, and Liz’s husband, Bob, has sort of become part of the group, too. The fella she married is extremely good-looking, well built, and a very nice guy. And I must say that whatever resentment there was among the remaining three of us when she got married-it was mostly jealousy-soon passed as we go to know him better, and as we found our group was not splitting up. When Liz was not there, the three of us often joked about how well hung he must be (especially after being at the beach with them, or seeing him in short cutoffs) and speculated about their sex life. . but not in her presence.