Overboard

Author – Kevin

When I was visiting a friend in Port Moresby, Papua,New Guinea, I met two teachers, man and wife, who owned a 60ft 2 masted sailing ketch. They told me that in the school holidays they were going to sail it down to Sydney, where I live. They said they would contact me when they arrived, which they did. They invited me to dinner on board with them and there was going to be a party on board afterwards. I arrived at the harbour  as arranged, but I hadn’t thought about not being able to wear street shoes on board so I had to take my loafers off and be in socks. After dinner a lot of people arrived and of course everyone had to take shoes off. So there was an area up on the deck at the bow full of shoes of all kinds. The party continued until after midnight and as people were starting to leave one guy was really drunk and tripped and fell onto the shoes scattering them in all directions. At least eight went over the side into the water. A couple of them were fished out but most were lost for ever. I had a look for my loafers but could only find the right one; the left one must have gone to a watery grave. I immediately started to get aroused at the thought of going home wearing one shoe. Or should I just ditch the shoe and walk in my socks? I decided that it was more exciting to wear the one shoe so I walked all the way through the city with a right black loafer and a light blue sock. It felt wonderful!  

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!    

Shoeplay and loss

Author – Andrew

I recently had to take a standardized written exam that was being held at a university. Given that it was a high-stakes exam, I dressed up a little and wore black loafers with black dress socks. I love wearing these loafers since they are pretty loose fitting and so easy to dangle and play with. 

The test was held in a lecture style classroom where each row went up a step. So directly in front of your table was a step drop off of about 6 inches or so. I was seated in the first row, which still had a drop off in front of the table. 

While we waited for the test to begin I crossed my right leg over my left and bobbed my foot up and down. It didn’t take long for the back of my shoe to slip off my heel. I jiggled my foot side to side, slowly allowing the loafer to slip further down my foot until it dangled off my toes. 

I dangled my loafer while we received our tests and filled out all the forms. After the test began I got a little careless while concentrating and I shook my foot a little too hard and my loafer fell off and hit the floor with a thud on the carpet. I glanced around, embarrassed, but it looks like no one had noticed. 

The girl that was giving the test was directly in front of me, about 7 feet away and when I had glanced around I couldn’t help but notice her shoeplay too. She wore black pants and black heels with a thick square heel and she had both feet out and playing around with them. Her socks were bright blue, so I was surprised she was openly playing like that. 

I uncrossed my leg and retrieved my shoe and slipped it back on. After awhile, my shoeplay habit struck again as I extended both legs out in front of me. Having long legs, my feet went past the drop off and I was able to catch my heels on the edge of the drop. I used the edge to slip my heels out of both loafers. The heels of my feet rested on the carpeted floor, just before the drop-off while I dangled both loafers off my toes.

I really didn’t think much of this as I was working on the test. But again, I got carried away and my right loafer fell off and down to the floor below. I slipped my left shoe back on and reached out with my right foot to retrieve the shoe. It was in an awkward position, so it was a little difficult. I managed to scoop up the heel cup with my toes. This meant that the loafer was hanging backwards off my foot, but I planned to pull it back up and twist it around. However, as I started to pull it up, the toe of the shoe hit the ledge and it sent the loafer tumbling back down, and as it rolled once it landed about a good foot away from the edge. 

My heart skipped a beat and panic set it. I looked up and saw the girl in front of me just looking at my shoe! She must have saw my entire struggle and shoe loss. She then looked up and we caught eyes. She just smiled at me like she thought my predicament was humorous to her. She still had her shoes half off, so I’m sure as a shoeplayer herself she understood!

I had to sit for the next hour in one shoe until a break came up. The rows of tables were very long and I was in the middle, so at break, I had to get up and walk all the way around in one shoe to get to my other shoe and slip it back on. 

I have to say, I usually get turned on when I know someone is watching my shoeplay and I love watching others lose their shoe, but it was very embarrassing to have it happen to me in that environment. I kept my loafers on the rest of the test! 

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.

Amazing coincidence 

Author – Kevin

This sounds very strange but I swear it is true.

A few years ago I was living in the northern suburbs of Sydney, about nine miles out of the city. I didn’t drive and the bus service wasn’t very good so I sometimes hitched a lift down the Pacific Highway if I was going out for the evening. As I have always had a thing about losing shoes sometimes when I got picked up I would let my left shoe fall into the gutter as I got in the car. The driver never seemed to notice. Then I would spend the evening in the city, go for a drink or go to the movies, with one shoe which gave me a thrill. Then I would hitch a lift back up to where I left my shoe and pick it up.

One night I was late going home and walking up the Highway, one shoe on, one shoe missing, when a police car pulled up. The officer asked where I had been, where I was going etc. Then told me to get in the car. Not wanting any trouble I got in and the driver took off up the road and did a u turn and headed back towards North Sydney. He turned off the Highway into a street with older houses and stopped. One officer got out and went to a house and came back a few minutes later and told me to get out and go with him. I was embarrassed because I only had the one black shoe and a light blue sock on my left foot. I  was taken to the house where a man looked me over, looked at my odd feet and spoke to the officer. “No that’s not him” he said. I was told to get back into the car. After a while the officer came back and explained. The man and his wife had returned home to find two young guys in their house. When they entered the guys made a dash for it pushing past them, but the man tackled the last one and pulled him to the floor and tried to hold on to his feet but he struggled free but left   his shoe in the mans hands. I just happened to be walking up the highway just a mile or so away wearing one shoe!! The officer apologised for delaying me and asked where I lived. I told him and they drove me home. The problem was that my left shoe was sitting up on the Highway several miles away. I went to get it the next morning. It was still there but had been almost destroyed; it must have been run over by trucks or buses. It was a write off!    

Sneaking around apartments

Author – Jim Bone

I went to go walk around in my socks one night. I took a Bus to this apartment complex that was about 15 minutes from my house. I thoroughly enjoy doing this and it’s pretty addicting. I got to the front of the complex and walked in to the front. I walked over to the door that led to a set of apartments. I quietly opened the door and walked in. I slid my loafers off and left them in a corner by the door in plain view. I find it thrilling to leave my shoes and make my way through out the complex in my stocking feet and come back to the entrance. Sometimes someone will have snagged your shoes or moved them By the time u get back resulting in you going home in your socks. Depending on the time of day it’s almost guaranteed someone will snag your shoes. I went at night this time and it wasn’t as busy. I slowly walked off peering back at my shoes. I slowly ascended a flight of stairs in my stockings and by the time I had made it to the third floor my socks were black on the bottom. I kept walking and ran into a older women wallking with her dog . She smiled and glanced at my socks. They were filthy at this point and I was pretty embarrassed but I said hi and kept walking. Going up more stairs I was almost at the 8th floor and as I was walking out of the stairs a elevator door opened and a couple highschoolers walked out of the elevator and one of them was carrying my loafers. I froze as they walked past me. One of them snickered as he walked by and stared at my dirty torn socked feet. I couldn’t beleive it and I at first I didn’t . I kept saying those weren’t my shoes. I stood there a bit longer and made my way down the stairs and got to the lobby expecting to find my shoes in the corner nice and safe but as i turned the corner my shoes were not where I had left them. For some reason I was shocked and looked around the hallway and walked out front to see if they had been tossed out. But those boys really snagged my loafers.  I went back to the bustop and waited on the bus. I rode the bus all the way home in my socks. Many on lookers stared at my dirty soles. It was quite embarrassing.

Library thief

Author – Lucylex

“i was at the library recently and I was doing some studying at a computer. I had on my loafers and creme colored trouser socks. I loved shoeplaying in public especially the library kus I always looked for other people’s shoe play so I always wondered if people looked for mine. Dangling my loafers and dipping in and out I was getting quite excited. I sat a desk with a computer that was seperated by a wall on the top half but the area for my legs was open and if you crawled through the space you would end up on the other side of the computer desk where there was another person directly sitting at a computer facing yours. This made it easy to shoe play and even snag a persons shoes if they left them unnatended. I saw another man feet and legs when i peered under the table. I let one of my shoes drop off my foot when it was dangling and some how got out of reach of my foot. When I looked under the table it was beyond the mans feet under his chair who was sitting across from me . I didn’t want to ask him for my shoe and get embarrassed even more. I had already dropped it out of reach and I was feeling very timid. I wanted to avoid the situation but apart of me wanted to take it to the next level so I slipped off my other loafer and scooted it forward with my tippy toes and practically Slid it right into this mans space. I wanted to see what he would do or if he would even see my loafers down by his feet . I waited in my socks to see if he was gonna get up and I could go get my shoes finally. But the situation took a turn and I got excited and horny. As he was zipping up his back pack on the floor he noticed my left loafer infront of his chair. He had to have seen my socked feet kus they were practically extended into his foot space. He also took notice of my other loafer that fell out of reach. I saw him grab both loafers and I thought he was going to put them together and slide them back over in to my foot space but to my surprise he slowly unzipped his pack again and slid them into the front pocket before re zipping it and standing up. He was taking my shoes ! Right infront of my eyes ! I was so excited but I couldnt let him go with out getting my shoes back . I got up quickly and ran to the man and tapped on his shoulder. He was a man with grey hair in his 40s and I asked politely for my loafers in his bag. He denied there ever being loafers that he picked up and refused to open his bag to show me . He finally jus pushed past me and left and said itd be a good idea to get shoes. I left the library and had to ride the bus home in my trouser socks. Embarrassing to say the least.

Here’s a pic of my socks after I got home.