Who knew that vintage shoes could kick start an intense streak of passion?

Eddie walked in when I was head-first and waist-deep in a pallet box of vintage clothes I’d won online in an auction. I was rummaging to the bottom to determine how many items would be suited for my small vintage shop.

I didn’t hear him come in; I just felt his hand slide along the swell of my ass, bunching my dress up as he went.

“This is a nice view.”

I stood up, hair swirling around my face in a cloud, clutching a lone saddle shoe in one hand and a stacked-heel sandal in the other. One looked circa 1950 something; the sandal screamed 80s. “What — my ass in the air?”

He grabbed me and kissed me.   “You know it. It’s one of the best sights there... Read More