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I have recently remembered an event that was probably my first high heeled crush. I would have been about 12 and I was at a jumble sale!
There was a woman, a redhead, standing on piles of clothes that had fallen off the stall. She was wearing brown high heels. As she moved along the stall she continued to trample on the fallen clothes.
I decided to see if I could get her to tread on my hand, so I got myself slightly ahead of her and placed my left hand under some of the clothes. I made as if I was tying my laces with my right hand. My heart was pounding as she got closer and closer.
Then I began to feel her squashing my hand with the sole of her shoe through the clothes. That was a fantastic feeling. Her next step pinned my hand to the floor. It was a direct hit with her stiletto heel. That was heaven and hell all at the same time.
She paused on my hand while she looked at something on the stall. As she did so she transferred all her weight onto my hand before taking her next step and releasing me. She hadn’t even noticed me there and had no idea that she had just been crushing my hand.