Evening walk

Author – Alan

As it was a fine, warm, evening I decided to go and have a look at Brighton Marina. I hadn’t been there for a few years and it was constantly changing. As I would have quite a bit of walking to do I put on my old, comfortable, Italian loafers. They had got a bit loose over the years but still looked good. I arrived there by bus, two buses in fact; it is about eight miles from where I live. It always gets pretty busy there in the evenings because there are many restaurants, a six screen cinema and a casino. I wandered around looking at the big expensive boats and a few not so expensive ones, had a coffee and walked out on the west arm of the harbor. I thought how photogenic it was and thought about returning with my camera. I stopped to look at one very good view and put my foot up on what I thought was a fixed rail on the rails round the edge of the walkway. It wasn’t a fixed rail, it was cable, and it flexed. My foot went through as it moved and as I pulled my foot back the cable snagged my heel and my loafer came off. At first I thought it had just fallen to the stone walkway but a splash told me that it had fallen into the harbor. I felt as if my stomach had turned over at the thought of being out in a very public place without a left shoe. I stood there for a while trying to think how I would cope with this situation. Do I keep wearing the one shoe or do I walk in my socks? I was wearing light grey socks and the shoe was black, making the loss obvious; socks seemed the best bet. But then I felt almost naked without shoes, so I wore the one shoe until I got to the bus stop. Then I took it off and got on in my socks. Several of the passengers noticed but no one said anything. When I got off the bus in the city I had a ten minute walk to get the bus home, so I put the shoe on again and then took it off again when I got on the bus home. I sat holding the loafer and a guy near me said “What happened to the other one? Shoes usually come in two’s” I simply said that I lost it. I am really sorry that I’ve lost those shoes. But I did get a strange kind of guilty erotic thrill from the experience!!

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A Real Grammar School boy

Author – Kevin and James

Kevin:

I work in a convenience shop in a rural area, and opposite the store is a real english grammar school. it’s real cute to see all the boys go along every day in their grey school caps and blazers.

One day I’m looking at the videa at the back of the store and I see this kid looking at the shelf were the pringles should be. I take a box and go to restock the shelf, and then i wander round till I meet the fellow. he asks me if know where the pringles are so I’m like “yeah, on the shelf where they always are” and he’s “I just checked there.”
He looked like a real real goody goody type, the sort who never gets into trouble, and i’m good for a tease, so i say, “you know what let’s bet.” Hw doesn’t seem too bothered – after all he is sure tha the prigles are not there, and he agrees. For good measure I take off my white sneakers and give them to someone to hold, and i take out my remote control and lock the doors, just to make sure that no one runs off with them.
we go round to the crisps aisle, and there the pringles are. I take back my shoes and ask him for his. He’s really reluctant, and it takes a minute or two, but he realises that i am serious, and then he asks if he can buy them back. i say “Definitely, but im not selling you somehting on your feet, First give them over, then we will talk.” He hands them over, they area good pair of shoes, and i turn them over and knock oon the soles. the labels are still on, Clark’s the shoe type gadwell, and i read it aloud and then say c’mon how much will you give me for them.
there are a few people gathered round already, and eh looks really comical, school cap, grey blazer, blue school shirt, grey trousers and socks, and no shoes. He rummages in his pocket and pulls out a fiver, and offers it to me.
I’m like “five pounds for a pair of shoes like this?” Then i offer im a deal. “you know what, if you promise to wear nothing on your feet for the next 48 hours – no old shoes, sneakers, slippers, nothing, just one pair of these grey school socks, – ten i will give it back to you in 48 hours for a fiver.” We shake hands, and i assure him that i trust him. He pays for his pringles and off he goes shoeless, back to school.

James:

I simply could not believe what i got myself into. i was so so sure there were no crisps on the shelf and i ended up losing my shoes.
I returned to school shoeless, and all my friends had already heard what had happened.
I was primarily worried about one of out two things, 1) one of the teachers giving me a detention, – which i had never been in before – because after all I missing a basic part of school uniform, 2) my mother, who would probably go mad if she found out.
Thankfully the teachers either didn’t notice or ignored. After school i took the bus home; there were a few older ladies who stared, but all in all it past peacefully, and i was homw before my mother. Later she came home with loads of shopping, and she texted me to come out the car and help her. I went out to the car in my grey socks, my mo noticed stright away, she asked me where my shoes were, so i lied and said upstairs, in the bedroom. After I lied to her she accepted it, and i relaxed a bit, i started feeling all the different surfaces under my feet, the gravel drive where she parks the car, the soft, slightly wet lawn, the paved path to the front door, the abrasive mat in the porch, the hall carpet and the kitchen lino, and in all honesty it was quite enjoyable.
The next mrning i slipped out without my mom noticing. But now i was little worried, because we had sports that day and if i wouldn’t wear my sneakers i would end in detention – plus i would definitely come home after my mother.
At the end of the first period Mr. Parson, our form master called me and asked why i wasn’t wearing shoes. i was too embarrased to say anything, then he asked what are the story with my sneakers. Again i didn’t answer, and he said did you bring them to school. i nodded, and he asked if i can’t wear so i nodded again. [i didn’t realise that Kevin had spoken to him.] He told me that i definitely will not get a detention if i brought my sneakers. He then told that the sports teacher didn’t show up, so he’ll be taking us for an hour, after which the older class will join us for another hour, and we will go together ot the playing field.
For sports he made me participate in my socks. towards the end of the lesson, just when we were on the ropes kevin turned up. [the school call him in when they take us out of the premises, sinde legally they need more adults out of the school grounds. I was just halfway up a rope and keving started tickling my feet, i was holding on for dear life – as it was the rope was cutting into my hands and feet.
At the end the older calss filed into the gymnasium. Our class all changed to their school shoes and we put on our blazers and caps, and lined up by the school entrance joined by the older class. There were another two boys there who had forgotten their sneakers, and Mr. Parson decided that we all should walk at the back in our socks. It was a kilometre walk and when we got there everyone changed back into their sports stuff, we did a few laps, hopped a bit, and then mr. parson decided to do wheel barrow races. he piared the other two boys in socks, and then told Kevin to be my partner. I was stuck being the barrow, with Kevin stopping every now andthen to tickle my feet. When we walked back he let eveeryone wear their schoolshoes, except for me of course.
That night was the same story – with me pretending to my mother that i had my shoes, and slipping out in the morning. During break uwent over to the store and received my shoes back, and kevin didn’t even take the fiver.

Kevin:

Forgot to mention that the boys all wear ties too. Cannot describe how comical it was o watch a group of boys in ties blazers school caps and all with lace shoes, followed by three bys walking along in their grey socks.

James:

Since those 48 hours i have become much more aware of my feet. before then i never walked without shoes, even at home, since then i ahve started appreciating it and i do it both indoors nad out

Giving My Daughter’s Friends’ Sneakers a “Grease Job”

Author – Debbie Keds

About 15 years ago, my daughter had 3 of her friends came over and the spend the night during the summer. Three were wearing Converse low tops, and one was wearing Nike Shox. Now of the girls were not wearing socks as it was warm outside. The girls left their sneakers at the front door, and I could not resist checking them out and trying them on. Their sizes ranged from 8 to 10, and their insoles were warm and moist on my bare feet.

I had to play a little prank on the girls’ sneakers since they were left unattended and vulnerable at the front door. The new jar of Vaseline I had recently purchased at Walmart came to mind. So I put a gob of Vaseline in the toe area of each sneaker. lol.

The next morning, I heard some screams as they put their toes into the goo. It was hilarious! Later, I went to the grocery store and unbeknownst of me, the girls decided to get their “revenge” on me. They went to my closet and proceed to finish off the jar of Vaseline in my most expensive work high heels along with my favorite sneakers! It was a mess!!! But I deserved.

Thanks,

Debbie Keds

Shoeplay dare

Author – sockedboy

Yesterday at school I was playing with my shoes in class. I was popping my heels out and in and take them off every time and dangle them around under my desk. At some point I saw a classmate next to me waving at me and pointing at my feet. I ignored him at first but he kept on doing it so I looked at him and then he made a gesture I should shove over my shoe, I guess. I looked at him with a questioning face pretending I didn’t know what he meant. Then he started writing a note and he threw that on my desk. It said, I dare you to shove your shoes over to me… I looked at him again and he made this gesture again. I felt reluctant and I shook my head. Then a second note landed on my desk saying, I still dare you… All this time I was sitting there with my heels popped out. Then a third note came saying, come on do it, I just want to look at them from nearby… I looked at him again and at the same time I thought, what can happen, we’re in class we can not go anywhere. So I took off my left shoe first and shoved it quietly over to him. At the same time I felt uncertain about this action. He picked up my shoe and looked at it and then he pointed at my other shoe, he wanted that one too. With a little hesitate I shoved my right shoe over too. Now I sat there in my blue socked feet not knowing what he would do to my shoes. He held them for a moment and then he gave them to the guy next to him. Now I really got the shivers because I lost sight of my shoes. I quickly wrote a note I want my shoes back but he only laughed at me with the guy next to him. At the end of the lesson I asked for my shoes but they only laughed at me and said we don’t know where your shoes are, we guess you have to search for them yourself. As everyone was leaving the room I walked around looking for my shoes but they were nowhere to be found. Then I saw this open window and I tought, oh no they would’nt… I opened the window further and looked down and I could see my shoes laying on the ground. I was on the second floor and now I had to cross half the school to get to my shoes. The only thing I worried about was that it was break time. I walked out of the room into the corridor to the staircase. A lot of schoolmates saw me and made fun of me. When I reached the place where my shoes should be they were gone. Now I really got worried because I didn’t know who took them now. I got back inside to follow the next lessons. I asked this guy again for my shoes but he said that he really did not have them anymore. I spend the rest of the day without shoes. After the last lesson I walked to my locker to get my jacket on and go home. On my way to the exit I ran into the janitor, he asked me why I was in socks. I told him about the dare and he only grinned and said, you’re lucky it’s not that cold today, I would have borrowed you some shoes but there aren’t any in the lost and found, I’m sorry. I pulled up my shoulders and I walked outside. I walked for a while towards home when suddenly the two guys from class showed up, holding my shoes. I said can I have them back now? One said shure, and he held one in towards me and just when I wanted to grab it he threw it over to the other guy. This went on for a little while and finally I got my shoes back. I think after all it was a funny dare…

Bad night out

Author – Shoe deprived guy

A few weeks back me and my college buddy went out for a few beers, both of us where typical students, plenty of energy and fun to be had but never enough money to achieve our goals. Whenever Jim had any money he could never hold on to it, he liked to speculate to accumulate, basically he liked to gamble. This particular night we’d already had several beers when we passed a bar that looked rather run down, Jim said we should call in here for a beer “Are you sure” I said. He convinced me to enter, we walked to the bar, we got ID’d then ordered two beers. As we looked around Jim noticed a secluded area at the rear where he could hear voices, like a dog sniffing out a bitch on heat Jim sensed a card game in progress and wandered over. “Hey guys can I join your game?” asked Jim. He was told it was a private game amongst friends and asked to go away. He persisted and they relented and warned him to prepare to lose all his money. I looked at Jim as he sat at their table, he smiled and I remained seated at the bar watching a football game on the tv. I took Jim another beer, he smiled as his money pile had increased. I returned to my tv game at the bar. 20 minutes later Jim was at the bar not smiling as before but asking for money. “Run of bad luck” he said. Telling him I don’t have much he took it anyway and wandered off back to the table. I bought another two beers with my remaining loose coins and wandered over to Jim and noticed his white socked feet planted under the table and his Nike Air Max sneakers actually on the table. I gave Jim his beer and walked away again. Several minutes later Jim was back at the bar ‘Shoe-less’. I stared at his socked feet then looked up at him, his face was red with embarrassment as he stared at my New Balance shoes. “No way are you gambling my shoes as well” I said, his face became more red as he told me he’d already done so. I stood up and walked towards the door. A voice shouted “You’re not leaving this bar with my shoes”. I became surrounded by a few guys from the card table. “Take off the shoes” demanded the voice. Feeling threatened I had no choice but to remove my shoes and hand them over. I headed for the door in my black socked feet and got stopped again. “You are staying until the bar closes then you and your buddy are going to clean up before you leave, in the meantime you can collect bottles and glasses. “Your buddy needs to learn to stop when he’s down, not only has he lost your shoes but he owes us work too” Most of the card game guys left taking our shoes with them. We walked the bar floor in our socks until 2am. After an hour of cleaning we where allowed to leave and walked shoe-less for several blocks back home, Jim’s white socks where as dark as my black socks with as many holes.

Stealing Alex’s Clogs

Author – MC

“…but my god, Amy is such a bitch, I could strangle her.”

Matt had already tuned out from Laura’s usual lunch conversation- how much she hated X other girl. It was different every day. Matt could never keep track of her ‘hit list’ though, because it was during this time that Matt got a peek around at today’s sightings. Ever since he’d come to college and eaten lunch in the cafeteria, he had used the location to people-watch. More accurately, he watched their shoes.
He wasnt really sure when he’d come by this curiosity… ok fine it was a little bit of an obsession. But he couldnt help but stare when he saw a pair of shoes he liked. Usually these were of the backless variety… and if someone happened to have their shoe come off, that was a special treat.

Sure lots of girls wore backless shoes and sandals, but what was unique about college was that some guys wore shoes like that too, especially when the weather was warmer. Guys in leather flip flops would slap along and draw his attention, and some guys wore those adidas slides… they were more interesting because you could pair them with socks. He preferred there to be socks.
But today, something new walked into the caf. Matt’s gaze trailed down a long pair of slim fitted jeans to the suede Birkenstock clogs at their cuffs. Matt could see all the way across the room the light gray socks peeking through from his heels. Most college guys didnt own shoes like that. There must be something unique about him, perhaps a more relaxed personality? Sometimes Matt even wore clogs with a wood sole that had a little bit of a heel. They were intriguing.
Laura had paused her prattling. He was doing it again. Did he honestly think she never noticed that he always looks at people’s shoes? And often times -guys-. And if he’s gay that doesn’t matter to her, but they are BEST FRIENDS. She was entitled to know what this is about.
She followed his eyes. Alex is wearing clogs again… and Matt is staring.

“Clogs.” She says, manner-of-fact.
“What?”
“They’re called clogs, Matt.”

“I know what they’re called.” Matt hadn’t stopped looking at brown suede. Their wearer was walking now, and they were either too big or ill-fitted, because his heels were lifting up very far… how did he not walk out of them? WAIT. She had noticed him staring. He made eye contact with her, then looked down, embarrassed.

Laura smirked. “Don’t feel bad. You should have told me you had a little fetish.”
“It’s not a-”
“What is it then, Mr. Kinky Matt?”

He had no answer.

Matt gave her a stern look as under the table he felt one of Laura’s very on-trend high heel clogs lift up the cuff on his left ankle. His leg recoiled and he felt Laura’s clog fall off and onto the top of his foot, then clattering to the tiled floor. She laughed under her breath, proud of herself for having discovered this new information.
Matt got his revenge by corralling her shoe between his boots and pulling it where she couldnt reach. She frowned and as she fumbled around trying to get it back, his attention was back on that guy’s feet. They were walking in his direction. Oh shit. He heard the open heels scuff along as he dragged the loose clogs along. Matt’s stare was locked again.

And that’s when this guy and his friends sat down at the table next to them.
Thankfully, Laura was tactful enough not to embarass him publicly. And she lowered her voice when she noticed that Alex and his clogs had come to sit near them. Alex crossed his long legs and one of the clogs slipped down to dangle on the end of his foot. She wondered if Matt had a boner… then the slight hue of red in his cheeks answered her question.
Matt felt Laura grab his hand. He stopped staring and looked her in the eye as she leaned forward. She was making sure that guy didnt notice.
“Alex is going to that party tonight.”
“Who?”
She darted her eyes to the guy in the clogs, and back to Matt.
“Oh…”
“Let’s take his clogs.” She wore a devilish grin.
“WHAT?!”
She hushed him. “I’ve done it before, it’s so easy. People leave their shoes at the door or something and I just… put on the ones I like when I leave.”
“No, no that’s…” Matt started to say it was crazy, but then he realized how tempting the idea was… He wanted to do it.
And Laura could tell she was about to have a partner in crime.

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That night, there was a complication. People weren’t leaving their shoes at the door. As things got more exciting, a few girls had ditched their heels so they could walk, but Alex’s clogs had stayed on his feet… mostly. Matt’s heart rate pounded when one clog got kicked off in his direction as Alex moved through a tight crowd.

Matt wanted to snatch it up, but froze. He watched intently over his drink as Alex hobbled over in one gray sock and, laughing with the girls who watched this happen, slipped his foot back inside. Matt was hard as a rock, and Laura gave him a knowing pat on the shoulder.
“Hang in there, guy. Take your chance when you get it.”
What happened next Matt never really did understand. Laura ambled over to Alex and twirled her blonde hair as she said something in his ear. Whatever it was, it made the rest of the girls giggle, Alex smile and he whispered something to his friend. Matt thought his name was… Eric?
Eric and Matt made their way to an open couch in the room. As the whole group of girls watched intently, Eric pushed Alex onto the arm of the couch. Alex’s feet hung off the ground.
Suddenly, Eric moved on Alex and sat facing him on his lap, their lips pressed together. The group of girls cheered excitedly. The sudden movement caused Alex to start falling backward onto the couch, and, as Matt watched agape, both of Alex’s clogs dropped off of his feet.
In the excitement, a crowd formed around the couch to watch the guys make out. It was all too easy for Matt to slip to the end of the couch and snatch up the clogs. The shoes in his hands, he made eye contact with Laura, who was texting him. He left the room with his prize and looked at his phone: “i think its time for u to leave ;)”
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When Matt got in his car, he couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped out of his chelsea boots and tossed them in the passenger seat. He slipped his socked feet into Alex’s clogs one foot at a time. They were very roomy; Alex’s feet were larger than his. They were still warm.
Matt lifted his right foot slightly, just to see what it felt like. The clog slipped down his foot, exposing the blue ankle socks he had worn under his leather boots. Matt’s foot trembled with excitement and the soft suede slipped off the end of his toes.

Hay Ride

Author – MC

It was a cool night in October. The forecast was clear, so it was an ideal night to take part in a traditional harvest time tradition- the hay ride. In a fairly small university town where there is not much to do, the local hay rides get a lot of traffic, especially as you approach Halloween.
Alex often joined the same group of friends for weekend activities, whether it was out to bars for a night of drinks or just to hang. He had never been on a hay ride though, having been from the city. When he got the call to meet up with his friends, he slipped on a pair of open-back, brown leather clogs with a wood sole and walked out the door, giving no thought to last night’s rain or the outdoors destination.
Matt worked the ticket line at the hay ride. It was an easy, seasonal job that only ran for a little over a month. The only downside, really, was the mud. With all the foot traffic, the waiting area for boarding the carts became very messy. Matt didnt mind though. He kind of liked the feeling of the mud tugging at his shoes.
He began to wear a pair of loose, brown low wallabee-style shoes which were large enough to allow his heels to lift up when he walked. They would get stuck in the mud and it was fun to have to pull his heavy low boots out of the muck. It was a good thing he didnt have to walk or run very much for this job. He was sure if he ever needed to run he would leave his shoes behind, stuck in the ground.
Matt also enjoyed watching the ride patrons who had chosen the wrong footwear to wear to this event. Too often he watched people try to walk from the bleachers where patrons waited to board to the cart while wearing flip-flops or slides. He couldn’t help the feeling of excitement as he watched a guy or girl struggle to keep on their sandals until at last the unsecure footwear is lost in the muck, only to have the owner fish them out and board the cart barefoot.
Then came the night Alex came to the hay ride. Matt stared secretly as Alex approached in his clogs and took a nearby seat on the bleachers, waiting to be called to board a cart. Working security, Matt had an excellent vantage point to watch as Alex momentarily slipped his socked feet out of the clogs, which had managed to stay relatively free of mud to this point. Unable to help himself, Matt moved in underneath the bleachers.
At a closer look, Matt discovered that the clogs were secured by a buckled leather strap that tightened across the top of the foot. Above, Alex was chatting with his friends, and none of them could see him under the bleachers in the dark. Matt wondered if he could unfasten the buckles without him noticing… He would surely lose them among the deep muddy path.
Before Matt could do anything, Alex moved his feet back to the clogs, placing his toes upon the end of the heel. He was holding them down securely enough… Matt carefully pushed the end of the strap on the right shoe through the buckle. With a tug, the pin came out of the strap and the clog was made unfastened. Nobody noticed.
Quickly and gently he slipped open the buckle on the left clog and backed into the darkness under the bleachers. Seemingly at that very moment, Matt’s co-worker approached Alex’s group to ferry them toward a cart that was nearly full from boarding. The group rose and Alex pushed his feet into the clogs and followed. Matt watched from the shadows.

Alex took his first few steps onto the road, the clogs sinking about an inch into the mud. The stepping motion forward made his foot pull the strap out of the buckle on his right foot first, then the left, and he knew something was wrong with his shoes. Matt could tell they had suddenly become VERY loose on his feet. Though, there was no stopping now, as the cart was boarding and so Alex pressed on.
Closer to the cart, the mud became deeper. Alex struggled to walk. Step after step, he tugged his shoes free of sticky mud, trying very hard not to lose one in the process. Matt’s breathing quickened as he looked on. Alex’s left foot sank deep, and from the bleachers Matt could see that a bit of mud had wicked onto the exposed heel of Alex’s light gray sock.
Alex tried to move through this step quicker, but the clog stayed stuck fast in the deep mud. Alex’s foot pulled up out of the shoe and landed in another spot of mud. He must have been up to his ankle in mud. At this point one of Alex’s friends turned and noticed his predicament. Matt heard him laugh. “Wrong shoes, dude.”
As the group was boarding, there was no time for Alex to do anything else… he slipped the muddy sock back into the clog and pulled upward. With a squelch the clog came free from the muck. He nearly had flung the shoe from his foot with the motion, but managed to catch it on the end of his toes before it flew off.
Another few steps and the right clog got stuck, but Alex caught himself before he stepped down. He stood on one foot for a moment, looking back to see where the lost clog was so he could slip his foot back inside.
Finally Alex reached the cart. He was the last to take a seat on the cart, placed on the very end of the flatbed. The only seat available, he had to ride with his feet hanging from the edge of the cart. It was only now that he could see that his straps were unbuckled, and as he sat himself on the edge of the hay cart, he realized that his shoes were too loose for him to keep them secure, but the mud had covered the vacant buckles so completely that there was nothing he could do about it but try to hang on. A gate was secured on the back of the wagon, and Alex was now stuck in his position with his feet dangling off the end of the cart.
An attractive girl was seated next to him, her feet also hanging. Alex noticed she was wearing a pair of black Birkenstocks, the model with one thin strap. Mud lined the outside of her sandals and in a few places her light blue ankle socks were stained brown from the wet earth. At the same time, she took stock of Alex’s muddy clogs. She smiled weakly. “We wore the wrong shoes.”
Alex smiled back, but his smile faded as the hay cart began to move. The mud and old wooden wheel design made the ride very bumpy. His right clog slipped down his foot to the end of his toes. Next to him, the bumpiness had made the same thing happen to both sandals on the girl next to him. She fought to flex her toes upward and keep them hanging on her feet. “Shit!”
Alex gripped hard with his left foot, attempting to hold the more secure of the pair in place. However, the slick mud between his foot and the wooden sole made for poor traction, and with the loose fit created by the opened strap, nothing was there to stop Alex’s clog from falling from his foot and into the muddy ground moving under the cart. Both Alex and the girl gasped. The cart rolled over something, likely a rock. The cart bumped in response, and her sandals were flung off too. As the cart moved on, they could do nothing but watch their shoes drift away into the distance.
After a moment, the pair looked at each other and shared a hushed laugh. Looking down, they saw Alex’s remaining clog hanging dangerously close to the end of his foot. She reached her foot over to the nearby hanging leg, and touched gently under Alex’s exposed heel. She flicked her foot suddenly downward and knocked off his dangling clog.
“I’m Alex,” she said coyly.
“…Me too,” he said with a smirk.
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Later, they returned to the places where their shoes had fallen off. But standing ankle deep in the mud, their socks turned brown, they found nothing except the obvious indents in the soft ground where the shoes had impacted and the deep footprints of the one who had taken them.