Sovereignty problems

Author – Leon

A couple of  years ago I was in London for the day, having gone there by train, about sixty miles. I had dressed quite well, wearing grey trousers, light grey socks and black loafers. I always wear loafers on long train journeys because I like to shoeplay on the train, in restaurants etc. I have several times lost a loafer on the London underground, but have usually got it back. This time I survived intact until I was standing in Trafalgar Square wondering where to go next. I had a magazine giving all the information on theatres, shows etc., and I was looking at this leaning against railings round a building. It wasn’t long before I had slipped my heel out of my right loafer and was playing with it. At that moment some boys on skateboards came whizzing by and one of them just hit me sending me sideways. I recovered and looked around for my shoe but couldn’t see it. The building had a basement and I looked down and saw my shoe down there, about twenty feet below me. I could see that there was a gate in the railings so I went and tried it to see if it would open, but it was locked. I could see a police van parked on one side of the square so I went over to it, getting a few strange looks from people. The van was a mobile information centre so I went in and explained what had happened. The officer asked which building it was; perhaps one of them could get access and get my shoe back, but when I told them which building it was they said they couldn’t do anything because it was the Canadian Embassy  so was Canadian soil and they could not enter. The only answer was to telephone the embassy and explain the situation. They could recover the shoe and send it to Canada and they would send it in a Diplomatic Bag to the British Embassy who would send it back to England. 

There was nothing I could do. I decided that that was not worth the effort, and in any case I would be without a shoe for the rest of the day. I decided that there wasn’t much I could do. The thing was, did I still wear the left shoe, or did I take it off and walk in my socks! I decided to keep it on, so plucking up courage I walked off with one shoe on getting more funny looks. It gave me a thrill walking around in public like that and it wasn’t long before I started getting aroused. I went to a restaurant for something to eat and the waiter immediately noticed that I was missing a shoe and I had to explain that I had lost it. He couldn’t believe it, and that I had to travel home like that. I got a bus back to the station, then the train home. A lot of people noticed, which got me excited and aroused. It was quite an evening!    

City Gent

Author – Leo

Last autumn I was in London to pick up some art materials including paper, 10 sheets rolled into a cardboard tube. On the way to the station on the underground there was a very smartly dressed business man sitting over the aisle from me and I noticed that he was wearing a very nice pair of Italian looking loafers. I got up to get off and he did the same. I let him get off before me and I walked behind him, noticing that his left loafer was loose and his heel was coming out of it as he walked. When we got to the escalator, as he stepped onto it, I aimed a blow with the cardboard tube at his left heel and he stepped out of his shoe. His right foot was already on the escalator and he left his shoe behind. It gave me a great thrill seeing a smart gent with one shoe missing. But I took pity on him and picked up his shoe and gave it back to him. He was not pleased! But I did apologize.

Stitch Failure

Author – Leon

Last autumn I had to go to London for an interview so I dressed smartly and wore my favourite  loafers. They were far from new but still good looking. I went for the interview, which was over very quickly, then went to an art gallery for an hour or so then decided to go to Dulwich gallery which was a train ride away, Walking to the station I could feel that my right shoe seemed to be a bit loose. On the train I took it off and looked at it and found that the stitching of the part that goes over the instep had started to come undone. When I got to Dulwich I looked for a shoe repair shop, but the owner didn’t have any machine to do stitching. I was already imagining it coming undone and the loafer falling off, and as I walked to the art gallery it did come more undone. I got to the gallery and started to look around and I was already having difficulty keeping my shoe on. Afterwards I went to have something to eat and by this time the whole of the side of my loafer was coming undone. On the way to get the train back to the centre of London I lost my shoe a couple of times and had to pick it up and carry it. When I got to the centre I didn’t think it a good idea to walk around with one shoe missing so I put it on again and had a few more ‘losings’. I was so fed up with this that when it came off and fell between the train and the platform I decided to abandon it. I got an instant thrill as I got on the train with only one shoe and realized that this was what I really wanted all along. I spent the rest of the evening walking around London with only a left black shoe and a light grey sock and a bulge in my pants!