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The other day a friend and I happened to be online at the same time. While I worked, she shopped for shoes, occasionally sending me links to designs she found particularly inspiring.
She planned to wear the shoes on an upcoming date; as she gave me the details, I felt a slither of revulsion slide through my belly. The pictures she sent were beautiful, but I cannot bear the idea of my feet being pinched, squeezed or bound inside uncomfortable footwear. I cringe to think of it. “Will you wear them…er…during?” I asked, almost dreading the answer.
“Of course,” she responded. “Guys love that.”
Do they? The thought makes me shudder. And then I realized…I’ve found a limit!
If he is so inclined, my partner can face-fuck me. He can push me down so hard that I gag. He can use my hair as reins during doggie-style. He can give me a facial. He can come on my tits, in my eyes, up my nose. He can fuck my ass.
Of course these things must be negotiated in advance, but it wouldn’t take much to elicit my enthusiastic yes please!
But high heels? Uh-uh. Not going there. ‘Tis in the same category for me as golden showers, poo-play and clown-sex. Heck there might even be some wiggle room with the golden shower, if we were in the shower, and it wasn’t in my mouth, or his mouth, or too nasty. We could talk about it, at least.
I’d even be happy — nay thrilled — to be with a man who was wearing high heels, especially if he coordinated them with a cute pair of panties, but this is TMI even by my very relaxed standards, and if my parents are here, they are probably calling the authorities on me. HI MOM. HI DAD. I’M KIDDING! REALLY! MOSTLY!
But…what if some day I end up with a partner who is all about the fucking-in-high-heels? What if *gasp* I’m already with one, and he’s scared to tell me about it because he suspects how much I fear the heels?
Would I be a complete failure as a lover if I could not bring myself to indulge this whim? Would it make me a prude? Closed-minded? No fun?
As a friend of mine says, “Today’s hard limits are tomorrow’s foreplay,” so maybe there’s hope for me yet.
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