It’s almost always W that christens my new shoes. He’s the one I buy them for, after all. While Ad appreciates a good “leg” and enjoys seeing me strut around in my heels, he’d as soon see me in fuzzy slippers or barefoot. As for fucking me in heels, well, he’ll do it if they don’t come off quick enough, or if I happen to be in them when he “wants some,” but he’s never asked me keep them on while he fucks me. And sleep in heels?? Never…
Til the other night.
New shoes. Me doing a crossword puzzle in my cute panties and new silver heels.
He comes to bed after taking that picture and I continue to puzzle through my puzzle–
–for about five minutes before he grabs me, pushing the pad of paper out of the way and tossing my pencil aside, lifts me up and lays me, shoes and all, on top of him. There was a brief tussle, with me playfully resisting and him grappling with me, til he got my panties off and pushed me down onto his cock, which was standing up like a flagpole.
Still in my shoes.
(Shhh…there’s a click thru. Go on, do it. You know you wanna…)
But the best part? Laying in bed afterward, I didn’t wanna take my heels off. So I didn’t. I slept in them all night. Apparently Ad liked it, because the next morning he woke me up with yet more lovin’…until I jabbed him in the shin. “Hey!” he said. “I’m not W. I don’t have to make sacrifices. Take off the heels!”
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