I get countless requests for outfits, but it's usually just the classic stockings and suspenders. Yet, no one ever specifically asks about high heels, even though they're always anticipated. The high heel isn't merely an accessory; it elevates the experience, as I found out during a recent steamy encounter with a regular. The moment he walked in, his eyes couldn't resist wandering down to my high heels, a departure from where men usually focus when they meet me.

We began in the classic missionary position when it dawned on me just how much he was enchanted by my heels. He eagerly urged me to wrap my legs around him, pressing my heels firmly into his back, and I was taken aback by the immediate effect it had on him. Each time my heels dug into his skin, he let out a moan of pure bliss, his rhythm intensifying with every movement, driving deeper inside me as he leaned down to capture my lips with a fiery kiss. I'd never witnessed such fervor from him before. His thrusts became more forceful and rapid, each one fueling the pleasure that consumed us both, as my heels pressed deeper into his back, a shared ecstasy enveloping us entirely.

He firmly grasped my thighs and adjusted my legs so that my ankles rested by his neck. Typically, in this position, men pull you closer by your thighs, but not this time. Instead, he took hold of my heels with both hands, pressing my legs down, positioning my heels against his chest. Clearly, this was an entirely new sensation for him because, within moments, he was shouting with pleasure as he reached his climax. I must admit, I wasn't sure what it was about those heels that captivated him, but it turned out to be the most exhilarating session we've ever shared. Now, I always slip them on when he visits, and it inevitably brings a satisfied smile to his face.