A Slut Is Born

I've always had a magnetic attraction to slender pointy hi-heel stilettos since way back when. And then these wonderful sensual sexy feelings between my thighs every time I see a young lady strutting and teetering around on these fabulously erotic pointy heels. It all started in the 1950s era. The era "par excellence" for these gorgeous shoes that did so much to excite me but also to trouble me. At first I couldn't understand these wonderful sensations at all. All I knew was, that it must be "sinful" to have such sensations in such a deeply intimate part of one's anatomy. "Sinful?" Perhaps. "Sinful," certainly according to the hypocritical mores of that time. But OH how intensely agreeable...

My dick obviously has other uses than that as a conduit for evacuating the yellow fluid for which my body has no further use - the delights of masturbation for example - and when this wonderful creamy substance comes gushing forth on reaching an appropriate state of excitement, it is usually provoked by the souvenirs of these sexy young ladies strutting their stuff provocatively, as they teeter around, perched on their magnificently pointy heels.

One day I found myself alone in the house for a reason that I no longer remember. It was rather a large house and my elder sister and I shared the use of one the bathrooms. She tended to have untidy habits and had taken to leaving her stockings and suspenders lying around on the bathroom floor. There they were again - dark brown coffee colored stockings and a rather nice white lace suspender belt. Only this time she had left a pair of her stilettos with them!! White they were, the heel not that high - around four inches perhaps. But very slender and very pointy. The front part of the shoes were very fine too, very slender and terminated in a fine point just beyond where the toes would stop.

What a temptation and one that I just couldn't resist!! I bolted the door as a precaution and then, trembling all over, I stripped myself naked.