I've been pondering lately and I came up with, I guess, intriguing conclusion while reminiscing one of my best shoesniffs ever.
I have some hot barbergirl in my neighborhood - I visit her place every month so we're quite acquitted with one another. Her hair salon, of course, not her crib. She's telling me her secrets, I know she'll divorce next month and I think we have quite strong mental nexus, even though we're different at times. We come from different milieus, I'd put it. She's very hot - I haven't seen such full, tight ass in a while, her boobs makes you wanna squeeze them, plus she's simply a beauty, but a mean one - she's intelligent and quarrels often - mostly for ideas. She's idealist, you know the type.
Well, during my next to last visit I spotted her overtheknee black boots hidden in the corner - while she went wash her hands, I was glimpsing and almost couldn't restrain myself from touching those shoes...it was clearly too less time for even a single sniff
I was really angry afterwards, I couldn't forget this amazing look into the very inside of the shoes - I saw the sole part. It is like seeing a pussy, but couldn't fuck it. Really, that's what I'm getting to.This story has a happy-end. During my last visit (she moved her salon to another place) she also went to wash her hands. She was just after a pedicure, so she was in flipflops and left her lovely flat ballerinas in the middle of that fucking room. Those were blue with gold, pointy nose. Gourmet. This time I couldn't stop! I took a quick dive like a soldier (lol) and take a deep breath...THAT WAS IT. It took just five seconds, but it was divine feeling. After that I sat down just like that and observed her innocent face after she left the toilet - she was not aware of a thing and I was like - I got you! I still feel that smell.
What's the point really?
This introduction was hardly pointless. After I was thinking about this deed, I'd come to conclussion, that I'm thinking about her like she was mine for that five seconds. In other words, I feel like I had sex with her, like she's one of my exgf's that I had sex with. That's incredible, I really feel this way. This shoefuck/shoesniff makes me think - YOU WERE MINE, GAL. I felt an soft odor of your feet, so sweet. I think, in a way, it is even more exciting than sex for some reason.
This reason is that she has no idea that I just did something, which she'd probably consider pervert (that's usual reaction on this fetish...). And I did it. I think that the aspect is consent of the other part - while having sex the girl must consent. While fucking a shoe and blowing into them this consent is not necessary and you can do it behind her back. It's so so so exciting to me. She consider me a advisor, a friend, a wise person while I cum in her shoes like crazy. Don't you guys think that this feeling is so funny? Does that look on her innocent face seconds after the fact turn you on?
I'm waiting for your opinions, also because that's my first post ever.
Thesis: sometimes fucking shoes of really nice girls is exciting not because of the smell and attraction of shoes itself, but from awareness, that she does not know about it. She's wearing the shoes afterwards just like that...She confines you, she thinks you're so innocent and then...YOU'RE EJACULATING INTO HER SHOES. Awareness, that you had her shoes is as good as you had her pussy, and even more, because she did not allow you to smell those intimate parts of her clothing.
Don't you think this way sometimes?
Greets all shoe maniacs!
