Shoe Whore...

Ok... I admit it.  I'm a shoe whore.  There, I said it.  I'm no longer in denial.  I don't know what it is, but there's something about "acquiring" a beautiful, well-crafted pair of shoes for these lovely feet of Mine.

I approach My acquisitions with grace and skill, a touch of sexiness and teasing.  My shoes are like a piece of fine art... an investment.  It must be the businesswoman in Me. 

Ted, My shoe guy in the designer salon, loves to see Me walk in... and not just because he knows I'm going to buy a pair of shoes from him.  He enjoys "serving Me" so to speak.  I can tell by the sparkle in his eyes, how he stares at My feet, the way he puts on and takes off each pair of shoes I ask for.  It's a thrill for both of U/us.  I slowly pace back and forth in front of the mirror looking at My next gorgeous investment.  I see Ted and others looking at Me as well.  It's a show for them.  I love to give a good tease now and then.


Lovingly,
Ms. Sophia