Spanked with her shoe

About a week ago, EC came up to me in the kitchen and lightly smacked my butt a few times and out of nowhere, playfully said she wondered how much of a spanking I could take.

Now I have mentioned before that I would like for her to spank me, but it had been a long time since I had brought it up and this was just very unexpected. With a suddenly very hard cock, I told her I don't know but it would be fun to find out.

This morning, I was playfully smacking her butt while we talked in bed, alternating between smacking and rubbing. I rolled over onto my stomach to lay next to her after a while and she sat up and started rubbing my shoulders and scratching my back. She smacked my butt a couple of times and I reminded her of what she said in the kitchen the week before. To my surprise, she started smacking my butt a little harder than she usually might, but not hard enough to register any pain. I laid down and we talked some more while she smacked and then rubbed my butt, over and over. I reached down and picked up one of her flip flops that she had kicked off at the foot of the bed and handed it to her. I told her she could use it as a paddle. I didn't think she actually would, but she took it and started spanking me with it while we talked. I was very erect and very turned on. It felt really good.

After a while I told her I didn't think she was really trying to hurt me. She said of course she wasn't and I told her to spank me as hard as she could with it. She did. It hurt. I loved it. This continued on for a while. She was talking about some of her frustrations with her camera and certain aspects of her photography and as she got into what was really frustrating her, the smacks got harder. I told her to keep doing it. As hard as she could. She said she did not understand why her hurting me was a turn on and I honestly replied that I don't know either, but it was working. she pulled my pants down to see if she was leaving any marks, she wasn't... unfortunately. I thought she was going to spank my bare ass, and I said "go ahead" but I don't think she caught my meaning. She pulled my underwear back up and resumed her smacks.

She was hitting me with her shoe faster and harder. Hard enough that it was starting to cause me to jump a little, which I tried to control because I didn't want her to stop. I rolled over onto my back after a while and she started rubbing my cock through my underwear. She looked me in the eye and commented, "a little moist". I said I told her it was really turning me on. I had a decent sized spot of pre-cum on the front of my shorts.

I sat with her between my legs, facing away from me and started kissing her neck and shoulders, rubbing her boobs and pinching her nipples, while she stroked my cock through my underwear with her arm bent around behind her back. I didn't cum. We came down for breakfast and we're about to have sex here in just a few minutes when we get undressed to take a shower.

I told her we need to stop and buy her a paddle to use. Honestly, though, I LOVED that she was using her shoe on me. I have a thing for her shoes anyway. The best part was how indifferent she seemed to it while she stood there at the foot of the bed smacking me with her shoe while she talked to me about completely non-sexual things. I am still feeling very tender. My very first spanking was a special moment that made me feel so connected to her. I cannot wait to do this again!

I love fucking shoes (retifism)

I have a shoe fetish. Not in the sense of buying tons and tons of shoes, but in the sense that women's shoes, especially tennis shoes, turn me on. They don't have to be on a woman. I'm not sure what it is. I can see a pair of shoes... walking through a shoe department even... and I get turned on.

I love the way the leather smells... worn or not. I love the way the shoe laces look weaving in and out of the eyelets. I love the way my cock feels inside them. I have had sex with so many pairs... my wife's... her sister's... a few co-workers... a friend in highschool. I find myself somehow intimately connected to the person who owns them, though it is more than that. The truth is, I just like fucking shoes.

It is called retifism. I know it seems like it is out there... my wife thinks it's cute... it is nice to know there is a term for it and that many more people than you might a first suspect are into it.

Hard for shoes

Women's shoes for some reason turn me on. I love playing with them. My sister in law's shoes are my favorite, but I also play with my wife's and have played with a few pairs that belong to coworkers.

My wife teases me when we walk through the shoe department in the stores at the mall. I still can't believe I told her.

Cumming in math class

In 10th grade Algebra class I sat in the back row behind a really hot cheerleader who I think was a junior at the time. One day while everyone was focused on the teacher, I noticed she had taken off her shoes and was sort of toe-ing at the floor and her shoes while she took notes. I moved my hand below my desk and started rubbing my dick through my jeans with the side of my pencil.

I was so transfixed on her socked feet that I had to keep reminding myself to look around and make sure no one was watching. Before long, I started pressing harder with the pencil and I came in my pants in the back of math class staring at this older girl's feet and shoes.

Math was second period. Luckily, my underwear did a good job of absorbing the cum. I walked around the rest of the day with cum in my pants.

Exploring Intimacy interview

I was interviewed for this website a while back and they've finally published it on the site. :)

http://exploringintimacy.wordpress.com/2009/12/08/kink-interview-jacks-love-of-his-wifes-sneakers-and-men-but-thats-another-story/

Kink Interview: Jack’s Love of His Wife’s Sneakers (and men, but that’s another story)
Posted on December 8, 2009 by ExploringIntimacy

This one's just for you, Jack!

It seems that foot and shoe lovers around here are ready to take off! Jack is here to tell us about how he discovered his love of women’s comfy shoes, something he now explores with his wife of many years. Jack is certainly proof that marriage and kink can go together! Keep reading to learn about it.

You can call me Jack. I’m 32, married over 10 years. My first many sexual experiences were with other boys from age 7. I consider myself someplace between bisexual and heteroflexible. I am in the closet with friends and family on these desires and since highschool have only had one sexual encounter with another man.

I am really into women’s shoes. I thought for years that it was very uncommon and while, as the more “mainstream” fetishes go it still is, I am finding more and more people into it. I recently learned it has a name… retifism. The probably more unique nature to my kink here is that while I love seeing women in shoes, especially tennis shoes, it is the shoes themselves that turn me on. I love playing with a woman’s pair of shoes, either cumming on them, having sex with them, or kissing them… I also get completely aroused just by seeing a pair sitting there. I told my wife once and even showed her some pictures I had taken playing with her shoes in one of those we-were-both-over-the-top-horny-and-talking-too-much moments… she would tease me for weeks just walking through the shoe department at the store… and yes, I was hard as a rock every time.

My searches for like-minded fetishists on the internet have evidenced to me that it is probably more common among gay men, with men’s shoes. I have tried playing with my own… but honestly, they did nothing for me.

How did I get interested? Wow… I guess it started as a more typical foot fetish. I was at a retreat with my church youth group in middle school and one of the very hot high school girls was sitting on the floor in her socks and that was the first time I was turned on by a woman sexually. There was a neighbor boy who lived across the street and I would sniff his shoes while jacking off when he stayed the night… (I had a crush on him.) I often tied them to my face with the shoe strings. I don’t recall ever cumming in them though and honestly aside from that, I have had no other interest in men’s shoes at all. In 9th grade, when I started dating the girl who would later become my wife, I would lick her feet and suck her toes. We split up after I graduated and I found myself doing the same with my then fiance, Shannon. She had these Chucks that I just thought were sexy. My wife (then gf) had a pair of plain white canvas shoes that I liked too. So after a few years of marriage, I eventually started playing with my wife’s shoes and then her sisters and co-workers.

I have brought this up more recently again with my wife. She gave me a handjob with one of her dirty socks. (I have a video!) and I have also told her I would like her to use one of her shoes. Aside from that, having sex with my wife while she has her shoes on has been one way I have incorporated it, as well as fucking the shoes themselves or cumming on them and licking them clean.

I have needed to make sure I don’t leave stains on the shoes, especially those belonging to my sister in law or others who do not know I play with them. Of course, I’ve had to do the same with my wife’s because for a long time, she had no idea I played with them and then after I was “advised” not to ruin them. lol

Of course, being caught with the shoes when the borrowee is looking for them is always a concern as well.

I think the submissive nature to getting off on a woman’s dirty shoes is a large part of the lure for me. I do like how they smell, especially tennis shoes… new or worn. I feel in some odd way connected to the woman who owns them when I’ve had sex with her shoes.

When I told my wife, at first she was like… really? why? … I was of course embarrassed at having opened up that way and the humiliation was very exciting. It was the first time I had experienced that tied to sexuality. She was pretty quick to go from shocked curiosity to playful teasing. On the internet, it seems to be mostly welcomed, but I will occasionally get the comment of “freak” on the pictures I post. I just delete them.

I am looking forward to meeting with someone to play with shoes when I find someone I am comfortable with. So far, I have looked into different relevant forums but mostly those interested have contacted me after seeing my pics and videos posted to NewbieNudes or Xtube.

Resources: Google search “retifism” or “altocalciphilia” . You can check out the forum at WetHighHeels, HotShoeShots or the Shoe Fetish blog.

If you would like to contact Jack, feel free to drop him an email or visit his blog. I would note that his 11/24/09 entry is on one of my favorite topics!

Jack, thanks so much for sharing your stories with us. It isn’t often that we get interviews about long term, committed couples exploring kink together and it’s good to hear about that side, too! I hope you’ll drop us a line as you continue to explore, to tell us how it’s going.

Fantasy: Caught with her shoes

I am naked on the floor in my wife's closet, rocking my hips back and forth with my cock buried inside one of her shoes when seconds before I'm about to cum, I feel her hand on my shoulder. I'm startled as she gently rolls me over to face her. My face is flushed, both with the effort of the vigorous sexual workout and the embarrassment of being discovered on the closet floor fucking a pair of her tennis shoes.

She kneels down beside me and, as I start to look for an explanation, she just presses a finger to my lips to silence me. Awkward and fully embarrassed, lying naked on my back with my wife beside me, I try again to explain; but as soon as I open my mouth, she lifts a sock from the small pile of dirty clothes on the floor next to her and gently places it in my mouth. In one smooth motion, she lifts her leg over my chest and presses her ass against my face, holding me in place, as she leans forward to examine my predicament. Her shoe, I realize is still on my stiff cock and she laughs a little as she takes it in her hand and starts to masturbate me with it.

Before long, I find myself close again, as she jerks me off in her shoe. Her hips rock against me as she rubs her pussy against my face. The denim of her jeans is more than uncomfortably rough as she grinds against my face and squeezes her feet together so her shoes are tight against my face. The taste and scent of her dirty sock in my mouth... the raw feeling of her jeans on my face... the pressure of her shoes against my cheeks... I let out a muffled moan as my cum fills her shoe. She continues to fuck me until my erection subsides then, as abruptly as it all started, she gets up, leans over me and with her dirty saliva soaked sock still in my mouth and my cock still inside her cum filled shoe, she kisses my cheek and says, "Please clean this up when you're finished." and leaves the room as though nothing at all had happened.

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Altocalciphilia

Well, I learned a new word today...

Altocalciphilia is a form of shoe fetish with a very strong focus on high heels . If the shoe fetish is focused on shoes in general it is called altocalciphilia. The mildest form of high heel fetish is to visually watch women wearing high heels, followed by talking pictures of high heels and women wearing high heels followed by a higher sexual arousal when having sex with women wearing high heels and the extreme forms are:

* wearing high heels during masturbation
* collecting pictures of high heels
* males buying/collecting high heels
* ejaculating after fucking the shoe: (sticking the penis into the shoe).
The first indicator of any form of high heel fetishism is to pay active attention to any high-heeled woman within visual range.

Here's a pic of me playing with my wife's Cornerstone heels. ;)

So let's see... I don't wear them during masturbation, though that sounds interesting. I have to admit that I have collected pictures. The shoes by themselves do turn me on. I've not collected them, but I have fucked and cum in them. Man... I'm all over the board on this one. Kinda cool to know that something you're really into has a name. Makes it seem less out there and more kinky all at the same time. Although I will admit, nothing does it for me like a good old pair of sneakers!

Jessica's shoes

My brother in law came over to the house this afternoon to use our computer to book a beach condo. He brought along his girlfriend, Jessica. She's so hot! Short little twenty year old... she smells fantastic! After just a few minutes in my office and the whole room smells like her.

Anyway... I noticed she had taken off her shoes when she came in the house. My wife was in the kitchen watching television and there they were... a pair of silver flip flops... in the entry-way and I was alone with them. I picked one up and smelled it. It smelled fantastic. I took a quick lick and put it back down. I so wanted to sneak them away and cum on them or at least take some pictures with my cock rubbing all over them.

Maybe next time.

Truth or Dare?

Donny, the new neighbor who moved into the double across the street, came over a lot and we soon became really good friends. He was a year or so younger than me, my brother's age, and we would play hide and seek, laser tag, and Nintendo until all hours of the night. We both had Commodore 64 computers and would stay up all night at each others' houses playing video games and eating garlic popcorn.

Before long, truth or dare became the game of choice between Donny, myself, my brother, and the occasional couple of other neighborhood boys, Jesse, Jimmy, or Jamie. The normal themes of course were truth questions about our limited or altogether nonexistent experience with girls and the dares involved nudity of some sort or another. The most popular and recurring dares often involved stripping naked and going outside into the yard in the night, which would inevitably be followed by a door being locked as a flood light was turned on... stripping naked and climbing into a chest... stripping naked and humping any random object be it a floor lamp, pillow, or the leg, bottom, or body of a randomly selected boy. How we managed to do as much as we did and never wake our parents I will never know.

After one such game, we were all staying the night at Donny's house and everyone had started falling asleep. With images of my friends' penises wagging through my mind, I found myself quite unable to sleep. My brother was asleep on the floor of the living room, Jesse had long gone home and Donny was on the couch. I slowly got up off my chair and quietly walked over to the couch and knelt down to see if he was really out. If he was, I planned on sneaking into the bathroom to jack off so I could go to sleep.

I put my hand on his arm and gently shook him. When he did not budge, I whispered his name... still no response. I realized he was a very heavy sleeper and I just could not resist touching my cock while I had my hand on his arm. I pulled it out of my shorts, already hard as I've ever been and lifted his hand and put it on my cock. The heat of his hand felt so good. I let go of his arm and just let his hand sort of hang there resting on my dick. Afraid he would wake up and catch me doing all this, I set everything back to normal just a few moments into it, laying his arm across his body.

As I did so, I realized I could touch him too. And I did. First through his clothes and then I reached up and under the loose leg of his shorts and lightly stroked him through his briefs. He still had not moved or made any sign of waking up... I watched his face intently looking for any sign at all of that changing, not really even thinking through what I would say or do if he did.

I always thought Donny had a bit of a girlish look to his facial features... he had eyelashes that were a little longer than normal and his lips almost looked like he was wearing lipstick even though he wasn't. Without thinking, my hand still in his pants, I leaned forward and kissed him. That did make him stir a little but he did not wake up so I did it again, this time licking his lips a little. My free hand had pulled my hard dick out again.

There I was, on my knees slowly stroking myself with my right hand, my best friend with my left, lips pressed to his, breathing in his breath as he exhaled and feeling him getting hard in his sleep. I grabbed one of his dirty socks from the floor and slipped it over my dick and started pumping myself faster, wishing I had some way to get his dick into my mouth. Afraid of waking him up, I had stopped stroking him and just held my hand still on his hard dick, feeling his balls with the tips of my fingers and lightly pressing my lips into his as I came in his sock.

I cleaned myself up with it and traded it for another dirty sock I had found in his bathroom hamper, kissed him goodnight and finally managed to get to sleep on the chair next to the couch. All the while, my brother lay sleeping a few feet behind us, I had just had an amazing time with my best friend and wished there were some sign he would ever feel the same enough to do more... preferably when he was awake.

While it never happened, I often thought of him when jacking off. When he would stay over at our house, I would sneak his socks and shoes into the bathroom and prop a school picture of him up on the toilet paper holder on the wall and tie my cock up in his shoe laces or hump the floor with my dick in his shoe with his socks tied up against my face with his other laces. Sometimes, I still think about him when I masturbate. Those certainly were very good times.