Running a high-end shoe boutique is somewhere between heaven and hell for me — a man with a foot fetish.

I inherited the business when my parents passed away, and while I could have sold it, the prospect of being my own boss was incentive enough to quit my job and take over the place.

During summers home from college, when my stepdad would make me close up the shop, sometimes I’d sneak in the back where I kept a pair of shiny black patent pumps hidden under packing supplies. I’d graze my erect cock with the tip of the pointy stiletto and then use the vamp to cup my balls. Then, I’d finally slide my dick inside the shoe, picturing a warm, soft foot going into the same spot. I’d make myself come all over the nice leather insole.

Now, you’d think because a lot of women... Read More