loves heels Posted August 22, 2007 Share Posted August 22, 2007 A London Hotel Room mid afternoon….. Emma Richardson rolled over in bed after sex and eyed her discarded Stiletto’s on the thick pile carpet. She had been so relieved to slip out of them when they got into bed half an hour earlier. Although she was used to heels she usually chose where and when she wore them, generally in the office, the bedroom or at a party. On this occasion six hours standing in four and a half inch strappy heels had left her calves, ankles and feet throbbing! Emma had only worn those heels today as she forgotten she was due to go to the sales exhibition. She and Mark, a Sales Director at their firm, had planned to meet for sex that afternoon after a quiet day in the office. She knew how excited he got when she dressed up and wore her sexiest strappiest stilettos. An HR Director for a finance organization, Emma needed to look business like for her role but had an intrinsic love of sexy footwear and being only 5’3 she enjoyed wearing spiky heels whenever possible . In her late twenties, a classically slim and sexy brunette, Emma also had long red fingernails specially sculpted by a local beauty salon. These gave her a tarty kind of mistressy aura which she enjoyed. As she lay in bed with her Sales director boyfriend she ran her long nails down his chest and stretched her tendons and ankles out to ease the tension. She gazed down her shoes on the floor, spiky heels upturned and the long ankle straps curled like the tails of a whip…….high heels always had held a strange fascination for her somewhere between pleasure and pain, goddess and servant. ‘We’d better get back to the conference baby’ Mark added as he slid out of bed. Emma pouted ‘Guess so, my feet are killing in these heels but I don’t have any other shoes to wear….huh’. She pulled on her white blouse and slid into her black trousers suit, gingerly eased her size five feet into her heels, fastening the sexy ankle bars and letting her classy suit trouers fall onto her barefeet. She composed herself and stood up to her full height, her ankles wobbled a bit as her stilettos skewered the thick carpet. Emma put her hand in his and proceeded to strut and wiggle her way to the hotel lobby……. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
muddypaws Posted September 17, 2007 Share Posted September 17, 2007 A London Hotel Room mid afternoon….. Emma Richardson rolled over in bed after sex and eyed her discarded Stiletto’s on the thick pile carpet. She had been so relieved to slip out of them when they got into bed half an hour earlier. Although she was used to heels she usually chose where and when she wore them, generally in the office, the bedroom or at a party. On this occasion six hours standing in four and a half inch strappy heels had left her calves, ankles and feet throbbing! Emma had only worn those heels today as she forgotten she was due to go to the sales exhibition. She and Mark, a Sales Director at their firm, had planned to meet for sex that afternoon after a quiet day in the office. She knew how excited he got when she dressed up and wore her sexiest strappiest stilettos. An HR Director for a finance organization, Emma needed to look business like for her role but had an intrinsic love of sexy footwear and being only 5’3 she enjoyed wearing spiky heels whenever possible . In her late twenties, a classically slim and sexy brunette, Emma also had long red fingernails specially sculpted by a local beauty salon. These gave her a tarty kind of mistressy aura which she enjoyed. As she lay in bed with her Sales director boyfriend she ran her long nails down his chest and stretched her tendons and ankles out to ease the tension. She gazed down her shoes on the floor, spiky heels upturned and the long ankle straps curled like the tails of a whip…….high heels always had held a strange fascination for her somewhere between pleasure and pain, goddess and servant. ‘We’d better get back to the conference baby’ Mark added as he slid out of bed. Emma pouted ‘Guess so, my feet are killing in these heels but I don’t have any other shoes to wear….huh’. She pulled on her white blouse and slid into her black trousers suit, gingerly eased her size five feet into her heels, fastening the sexy ankle bars and letting her classy suit trouers fall onto her barefeet. She composed herself and stood up to her full height, her ankles wobbled a bit as her stilettos skewered the thick carpet. Emma put her hand in his and proceeded to strut and wiggle her way to the hotel lobby……. They should have been a bigger size,then he could have had them on his feet..........for the rest of the afternoon!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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