I've always had this magnetic attraction to slender pointy hi-heel stilettos for as long as I can remember. Even when I was just a kid of around five years old, I used to get these strange feelings between my thighs every time I saw a young teenage girl strutting and teetering around on these fabulously erotic pointy heels - This was the 1950s era. The era "par excellence" for these gorgeous shoes that did so much to excite me but also to trouble me - Because I was only five, I didn'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.....
As I grew older and discovered that my dick had other uses than that as a conduit for evacuating the yellow fluid for which my body had no further use, I discovered the delights of masturbation and by now this wonderful creamy substance would come gushing forth when I reached a suitable state of excitement, provoked by the souvenirs of these teenage girls strutting their stuff provocatively as they continued to teeter around, perched on these magnificently pointy heels.
One day I found myself alone in the house for a reason that I no longer remember - I must have been about fourteen at the time. It was rather a large house and my 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 coloured 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.
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