One Shoe Lost 1

I'm in my bedroom with you, my friend and fellow shoe-lover. I slip off a platform pump and run my finger along the red interior, then smelling deeply and offering you to do the same. I tell you about the glory hole in my storage room, and how a person in there is just as addicted to shoes as we are. I make a bet that if my shoe gets taken, you have to lose one too, and you agree. You watch me walk down the hall and disappear into a darkened room. I'm in the storage room, and I call out to the stranger. I slip off my heel and tease the hole with it, toe first, then heel first. In and out, in and out, I pump that shoe to provoke the glory hole dweller. Suddenly the heel slips from my grasp as the mysterious stranger absconds with my favourite footwear. I reach inside the hole, desperately trying to regain my shoe, to no avail. I get so turned on that I press my clit hard, then give up and walk away, white knee socks soiled.