BoyLegs

Yes, I have some lower heels and some flats that I really like.

One of the surprises that I had wearing my first pair of women's shoes in public was how many people didn't even notice. The first evening, when Donna took me to dinner in my new black pumps, I saw few people taking a second look at me. Most of those were women, and I would guess I was running three positive responses for every negative response, judging by the looks they gave me. When we sat down to dinner, I wanted to touch Donna's sexy red shoes under the table. To my surprise, she had my bring my feet up where she could touch. Now I know why she always let me do it to her. The feeling of her hands fondling and caressing my feet in my shoes made me feel gorgeous. From then on, Donna had me wear my pumps often. Every time we went shoe shopping, and many other evenings when we were just out together. I also began to notice Donna's regular evening choices having higher and higher heels. It used to require a special event to get her to wear heels over three inches outside, but it was becoming more of a regular occurrence. It was also understood that I was to keep my feet shaved. Some evenings, Donna would ask me to wear my pumps around the house just for her. Sometimes she would have me put different shoes on her feet so that we could both admire them. Other evenings we would just have dinner at our kitchen table with both of us in heels. I began to fantasize about wearing shoes in brighter colors with higher heels, like Donna wore. As fall came around, daylight was ending progressively earlier. Donna pointed out that I could be a little more brazen in my choices of footwear. I was all for it now, as I had several months of wearing pumps in public with no bad incidents. As was her habit to encourage me, Donna wore a provocative dress and sexy shoes. Her print dress fitted every curve of her body, and the skirt was well above the knee. She wore black patent pumps with 5" heels that she had once bought at my urging, having at the time sworn that she could never walk around in them. Now she was walking easily and hypnotically. We returned to the shoe store where we had bought my pumps, and the saleswoman remembered us (If she was on commission, I am sure she ought to). Turns out Donna had called ahead and had a pair of shoes set aside for me. When the saleswoman opened the box for me, I was in disbelief. I saw a pair of wine sling pumps with stiletto heels. "Do you want to try them on?" Is she serious? Donna took over putting them on and adjusting the buckle of the sling strap to fit properly. I walked over to the mirror, but I felt like I was walking on air. I lifted the legs of my pants so I could see the lovely high heels I was wearing. I asked how high they were, and the saleswoman said they were three inches. They were also lower cut in front than my black pumps, and I could see my toe cleavage. I was surprised at how sexually exciting I found this sight. Donna said, "They're very pretty." When I looked at her, she asked, "Do you want them?" She knew I wanted them, but she wanted to hear me say it. She wanted the saleswoman to hear me say it. So I said it. "Yes, I want them." Once again she had me wear my new shoes out of the store. As our purchase was completed, Donna looked at the saleswoman and said, "I have such a lovely shoeboy." [ continued ]

I saw some sweet stiletto pumps on women in Chicago this month. However, nothing like that in boring old Minnesota.

I think that's one of THE first things I ever noticed about Prince when I saw the video for "Little Red Corvette" was the heels that man wore. I was always glued to the screen watching him dance about on those stiletto boots, so I think that was one of the things that really got me into wearing them as well.

Even though I don't really care for his more recent music, the style still got me hooked!

Little Red Corvette still sounds like nothing else. What could he have been if he had sustained that direction? Maybe it's not even possible...

I have always been fascinated with women's shoes, especially if they are graceful and feminine. I love the colors, the shapes, the way they adorn a woman's legs and feet. I prefer high, thin heels -- the kind most women would rather not wear. I met Donna when we both worked at the corporate headquarters of a large company. She could go for days without wearing the same shoes twice. Although she was a little plumper than most of the women in the office, I lusted after her shoes and I'm sure she figured it out; she later admitted to me that she loved to have her shoes stared at. We started dating, and after a decent interval, we got married. By the time we were married I was already kissing her shoes, and she always wanted more. Donna always enjoyed having me take her shoe shopping. She would walk through the store with me, handing me beautiful shoes to look over and touch. She would ask me which pairs I liked better and, when the salesperson had retrieved them in her size, she would have me put them on and take them off for her. It seemed that she would always find at least one pair with straps for me to buckle and unbuckle. Soon she was openly referring to me as her "shoeboy" in the stores. Every time she called my this I would feel my face flush. I had always secretly wished I could have those lovelies on my own feet. I don't know whether Donna sensed that, or just had ideas of her own, but one evening she said, "To be a complete shoeboy, you really should have heels of your own. We should get you a pretty black pair that would really not be noticeable unless you're looking." She took me in the bathroom and helped me shave my feet with the razor she used on her legs. Then we dressed and went out. Donna wore an elegant red dress and red patent pumps with 4" heels. She took me to one of our favorite stores. We picked out several pairs of shoes for her. She also picked up a pair of black pumps with a pointy toe and a 2" kitten heel. She asked for this last in my size. When the saleswoman returned, she told me to try them on -- right in the store! I was mortified and thrilled at the same time. I didn't want to, and I didn't want not to! I looked at the saleswoman, who was looking at me with fascination. Finally I removed my shoes and socks. I slipped the pumps on and stood. The feeling of my first pumps was everything I imagined and then some. I walked over to the mirror and was totally smitten by what I saw. I had sexy pointed-toe pumps on my own feet! When I turned to Donna, she said, "Isn't he adorable? We're taking them!" Donna had me wear the pumps while I served her, fitting different shoes on her feet. She bought four pair, and threw my shoes and socks in the back with her purchases and the empty box for what were now my pumps. It was heavenly just to think that I now had pumps of my own. She had me keep them on all evening, as we went to dinner and home. I kept looking down at the beautiful black leather triangles peeking out from under my pants legs and listening to the sound of both of our heels clicking on the hard floors and pavement. [ continued ]

I think the pointed toes are hot. I like the toe cleavage, too.

I generally need a US Women's 14M or 13W. If I can get WW, it's very helpful. As with all women's items, sizes vary between makers.

BCBG does some great shoes, including those.

I will at some point do a different story that will be consistent with the standards of the board.

Looks good. All I could ask is for contrasting stockings; you're wearing beautiful ankle straps, but I can't really see the detail with the black-on-black going on.

If I recall correctly: "The reasonable man adapts himself to the world, while the unreasonable man expects the world to adapt to him. Thus all progress depends upon the unreasonable man." -- G. B. Shaw

I got to the part where the heel was already wobbly, and couldn't figure out what to do next at that point. Kewl game though!

If you hit the top broken segment at the top line, it pops back. Then you can hit the bottom broken segment out and move on.

Then you get the geisha with three separate segments popped out.

[fiction] I had been working for over a year for a computer support business. Since I was the only person in town, I was able to work from home. This was ideal for me, because a lot of the support activities could be done remotely. I worked from home and indulged my passion, which is wearing beautiful high-heeled shoes. I am a man in my late 30s, and I have always adored high heels. I love to wear them and I love to see women wearing them. As internet shopping has become easier, I have found more choices for shoes to fit my big male feet. So I welcomed the opportunity to sit at my desk wearing a pair of stilettos and remoting into some company server. I have now built up a collection of over one hundred pairs of shoes, most with heels between three and five inches high. I started keeping my toenails painted; it's a rush when I have to go on a corporate visit, appearing completely male but thinking, "if they only knew..." Recently, however, the people I work for decided we needed an office in town where we could bring clients and a local phone number that would be answered by a person at all times. So I worked with some people from headquarters to locate one of those shared office deals where you and sixteen other people have a small office and share a receptionist. At first, I thought this was really going to suck, because I was losing my ability to wear heels when I was working. But I started to change my mind when I met the women who ran the shared office. There were four of them; they dressed very well and wore shoes I couldn't stop looking at. Laura ran the local office and looked for new tenants. She was a big brunette with a medium frame, very well endowed. She tended to wear mostly slingbacks and mules with medium heels. Amanda was the primary receptionist. She was young, blonde and very thin. She usually wore high-heeled sandals and slides in the summer. Colleen and Wendy did various tasks around the office, including networking. They also backed Amanda up on the phones. Wendy had the better looks, but her shoes were kind of boring. Black or brown mules most of the time. Colleen wore fantastic shoes. Sometimes she wore bright colors, and the heels were usually high. It was about three weeks after I had started coming there that Colleen and Wendy began to stop by regularly to ask me technical questions. They apparently had procedures that they followed to perform tasks such as putting a new tenant on the router, but had no training and no way to find out why they were doing what the procedure called for. One day, Colleen was in talking to me. She was wearing a pair of white mary janes with pointed toes and heels that were about 4" high. I couldn't stop looking at them. I had to hold myself back from reaching down and touching them. There, right in the middle of our conversation, she brazenly sits on my desk, on the end so that the vertical riser will support her weight. Her legs are hanging down in front of me. And she says, "I notice you look at my shoes a lot. Do you like the shoes I wear?" -to be continued

I can certainly understand why.

Great toe cleavage.

Gold can also work.

just bought these 4" pumps from payless not too long ago, very afraid to go out in heels though I would love to in these!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/62309592@N00/514718541/

I liked the pictures of you wearing a skirt and either these pumps or your white T-straps.

*lol*

This time the babelfish translation programm exploded. Sorry i have no idea what this means.

Mag Ich auf Ihnen Schoß sitzen? Ich trage meine Stilletos.

I am sorry to hear that. I have some beautiful mary janes from them.

I believe pierre silber also has these shoes:

http://www.pierresilber.com/milanhighheels.html

Red is my favorite, but any bright color works. I like black patent a lot as well.

Jennys used to be available up to a 13 wide, but people such as I cleaned them out.

I vaguely remember something about van Gina being reasonably accomplished, but at showings, people couldn't stop looking at her legs and heels long enough to take in the paintings.

I'd settle for seeing women in 4" heels. Still, I found them reasonably attractive.

I don't remember if I ever tried shoes on in the store. A 13W is a can't miss proposition for me, so I likely just bought them. They are very sparsely attended, and most of the people I have encountered on staff there are not really into customer service. So if your self-conscious, I expect you could easily try shoes on without any interference.