Fetish High Heels


“Come here,” he said, his voice low and sultry. I stepped closer as his eyes roamed up and down my body, taking in my slender curves, barely hidden by the provocative outfit I had chosen for this special night. I watched as a slow, sexy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and my heart jumped with anticipation.

“Take off the dress,” he said, his voice like velvet. With trembling hands, I slowly unfastened the top button of my dress, baring more of my body, inch by inch. I could feel my heart pounding, and ripples of pleasure ran through my body as his eyes continued to caress every inch of my skin.

Finally, I stepped out of my dress, standing before him wearing nothing but a pair of high heels and a crimson matching thong. A low, throaty chuckle came from his direction, and a spark of desire lit up in his eyes.

“Turn around,” he commanded, and slowly I complied, feeling his gaze burning into me as I did so. I could sense his admiration as he took in the sight of me, my body clad in nothing more than leather and lace.

He stepped closer, his hands gently caressing my bare back, his breath like silk against the heat of my skin. Then he reached around to the front of my body and started to undo the buckle on my corset. He pulled the laces aside and my breasts spilled out of the material, and my skin prickled deliciously at his touch.

“You look beautiful in these shoes,” he whispered as he knelt before me, and his words were like honey to my ears. He caressed my thighs and I could feel my body aching in anticipation of what was to come.

He slowly peeled the straps of my stilettos from my heels and kissed the arches of my feet, sending shivers of pleasure through my entire body. His fingers then moved between my legs, teasing and tantalizing me in all the right places. The sensations were too much for me, and I could feel my body trembling with pleasure.

He lifted me up into his arms and carried me to the bed, and I felt the warmth of his skin through the thin layers of his clothing. As he laid me down, he reached around and undid my laces, exposing my entire body to his hungry gaze.

He moved his hands around to the back of my body, and started to massage my ass cheeks through my thong. His touch felt incredible, and I felt myself moaning with pleasure as he continued to caress me. His hands moved lower and I gasped as he slipped his fingers underneath the thin layer of fabric of my thong. He started to stroke my wetness, and I felt my body shaking with pleasure.

He moved up and positioned himself between my legs, and I felt my heart pounding as I saw the hunger in his eyes. Without warning, he thrust into me and I felt my entire body quiver with pleasure. His movements were slow and steady, each one filling me with a delicious wave of pleasure.

His hands moved around to my breasts and he started to caress, knead and tease my nipples, sending shivers of pleasure running through my body. I clung to his back as he moved faster and faster, pushing me further and further over the edge. I felt my body trembling, and I could barely contain the pleasure as it surged through me.

He leaned in and kissed my neck, his lips hungering for more, and I felt my body trembling with delight. I could feel my orgasm building, and he suddenly moved faster and faster, pushing me over the edge. My body erupted in pleasure, and I felt the earth-shattering orgasm ripple through me.

He moved faster and faster, until he too reached his own climax and we lay there in each other’s arms, panting, our bodies still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

He smiled down at me, and I smiled back, my body still trembling with pleasure. I felt myself still quivering from the sheer intensity of my orgasm, and I knew that it was thanks to my Fetish High Heels.