This is an actual confession that I had (and still have) about a friend of mine named Armanda. She goes by her middle name “Monique”. She always wore and still wears low-top style footwear. And I used to love looking at them whenever I’d see her. She lives in the same city where we went to college so I still see her from time to time. Since, she’s even become friends with my girlfriend.
I first met her when we had the same class together. We both sat at the same desk/table, and we were able to work and help each other. And that’s when I started noticing her shoes. At first she wore these lovely white Keds and then other different style brands and they were always low-tops. I never saw her (even to this day) wear any hi-tops or boots-which was perfect! I love women who wear low-top shoes.
As the semester went by and I got to know her better, I found out that she worked at this Mini-Mart in the evenings. So on some nights, I would stop by acting like I needed to buy something. We would exchange greetings and even talk for a few minutes. But what she didn’t know was my real reason for being there. I wanted to get another glance at her shoes-especially when she wore a pair of my favorites earlier that day in class. The counter that she worked behind was open at one end so as I would pass by, I could look over and see her in full view. Sometimes these moments turned out to be perfect because as we stood there talking for a few minutes, I was able to glance down and get good looks at those shoes. After, I would end up going home very horny thinking about them and jerk-off with her in mind.
One of my favorites was her white soft leather Converse “Cynch” style shoes. The way her foot filled them out and shaped each one was amazing! The metal lace hoops and the creases on the soft leather toe area were quite nice. They appeared slightly broken in like she had them during the summer or something, but I loved the way they looked when she walked. I used to stare and wonder what the insides smelled like.
Another pair was her cheerleader shoes. She wasn’t a cheerleader but she owned a pair of white Reeboks with a small blue logo on the side. This one afternoon we were outside on the grass preparing for this test, when she joked that she didn’t know if she was ready for it because she was wearing the wrong shoes. And said she needed her lucky ones. She even went as far as to take one off and pretend to throw it away. Joking with her (but very interested), I asked if they were just the wrong size. She made another joke while checking the shoe and said, “No, I’m pretty sure these are 8 1/2’s…I think?” Funny as it was, I finally found out what size she wore without a hint of suspicion.
Another favorite of mine were her white Nike “Cortez” with a light blue logo along the side. I love the way they filled out and curved around her feet. I still remember when she first bought and wore them to class. I noticed the moment she walked in the door. And when she came over and sat down, I got my first up-close look at them. (I don’t know if you’ve ever gotten that tingle sensation when you first become aroused but that’s how I felt.) I adjusted my stool to allow me to sneak looks without her noticing. For the whole hour and half I got as many good looks as I could. She didn’t wear these shoes all the time so sometimes I’d have to wait up to a week. But when she did have them on, it was worth the wait. Especially when I got to see them get broken in little by little as the weeks went by. For every little new smudge or crease on them, I’d wonder it got there or what she had been doing.
After the semester was over she still remained friendly. She would come up and talk to me when I’d run into her around campus-mainly in the library. Even though she was dating, we still hung out when we had the time. I would even buy her lunch.
Then this one Saturday night I met and talked to her in a local bar with her friends and she was wearing those Nike Cortez. I always enjoyed the idea of what I would do if I ever got the chance to touch those shoes. So as I was standing in front of her, and her sitting on a stool with her back facing the bar and her legs crossed, I intentionally moved my thigh against the tip of one of her shoes. Since the bar was crowded she didn’t seem to notice. By the time I called it a night and I headed back to my room, I was drunk and feeling horny. I just had to get out this nasty urge for those shoes.
After jerking off for a while, I couldn’t get myself to ejaculate! I even looked through a XXX magazine. This was when I saw a phone ad and came up with the idea of actually telling someone about my thoughts. I sat down and wrote how horny I felt at that moment.
The next time I saw her in those shoes around campus, I couldn’t wait to get back to my room. I stopped and bought some XXX magazines on the way back. When I got there I locked my door and started searching the magazines. I found a shoe fetish ad that read something like, “Fulfill your deepest desires” and it showed a picture of an elegant business woman taking off one of her pumps. And that’s when it gave me the idea of writing down what I would love to tell Monique if I ever had the nerve. The following is what I could say to her if we if she would let me:

I have a confession, and a deep hidden desire that I want to share...

I’ve always wanted to tell you something…

Can I tell you?

It’s something that’s been making me very horny the past few months…

I can’t stand it anymore. I have to tell you.

I have this fetish…

And there’s something I always wanted to do to you…

I want to sniff your shoes.

I always had a thing for them. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.

Whenever I see you…
I always look at what kind you have on.

I’m dying to know what it feels like to stroke my dick inside of them.

At times they make me so horny.

I wonder what they smell like.
I bet your shoe odor is nice.

I already know what size they are.

And I’ve kept track of the ones you wear…
and how they look on your feet.

I just want to take them off you…
and do such perverted things to them

I don’t know if anybody else has wanted to do this to you Monique...
But I do.

You have at least four pairs that I want to rub my dick all over.

You know what else?

I see the guys you go out with…

I don’t think they know how lucky they are…

They’re so close to fucking all of your shoes.

If I was one of them,
I’d sniff and fuck every shoe you own…

I’d have them as many times as I could.

Has anyone ever told you this?

I would love to get a hold of your shoes Monique.

Then watch you wear them when I’m done...
Just knowing what I did to them.

I want to cum in the toe areas…
and let you wear them like that.

Personally, the main reason…
I’d like to know you’re someone who has gotten your shoes sniffed and cummed in at least once in your life.

Even if we were the only two who knew about it…

Very few guys are into this, so I’d probably be the only person to do this to you.

I wish I could walk up to anytime I want and take your shoes off…

and sniff them for a few minutes.

And then put them back on you…

And watch you walk away.