They weren't my size so I didn't think about purchasing them, yet I kept returning to the auction page to look at them again and again.
The listing described them as well-worn - that was an understatement. Whoever owned these wore the HELL out of them - and that was a HUGE turn-on!
And the size! 12 to be exact...and WIDE, had me salivating. I couldn't help but wonder about the man who wore these loafers. What did he look like? He had to be a big guy, I thought. At least two hundred pounds, and tall. I pictured him as wide-bodied with a full, heavy ass...probably an attorney or a stockbroker. And what did he wear with these? Navy blue suit? Charcoal gray pinstripes? Khakis? I fantasized about this mystery man and I knew, without a doubt, that if I saw him, I'd want him.
And he would tease me - play with his loafers, dangle them, slip in and out of them while I watched...and I'd be putty in his hands...and his feet.
He'd let me smell the intoxicating aroma, built up from a long day at the law office or lobbying firm, and I'd massage his tired feet, stopping occasionally to bury my nose deep inside one of his beat up loafers. Drunk on the scent of leather mixed with sweat, I'd do anything he wanted.
What is the allure of these loafers? What makes me want to slip my feet inside of them even though they are a size and a half too big and wide for me? Why did I download photos of these loafers and pleasure myself while looking at them, lusting for them?
Why am I so obsessed? Why did I almost buy them even though I couldn't wear them in public?
Why are these loafers so fucking hot?
Do these loafers turn YOU on? I'd love to hear why (or why not).
