Jon had a secret. Not even his best friend Karyn knew about it. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.
He had a women's shoe fetish.
Every day after school, when he didn't have plans with his friends, he'd hurry home and rush to his bedroom. The lock on his door had come in handy on more than one occasion as he booted up his computer, opening site after site of pictures of women's feet. He'd very quickly get hard, but try not to masturbate too quickly, wanting to savor each and every picture.
The funny thing was, he often thought to himself post-orgasm, the pictures he looked at weren't particularly sexual. The only thing he needed to 'get it up' was that they were shoes, and that they were women's. That was it. It worked if he was looking at flats, stilettos, clogs, even sandals. Once he had had an outstanding time looking at a pair of Crocs.
There was a certain amount of shame that came with his fetish. He had difficulty not getting aroused anytime he was outside of his house and he noticed a woman's feet. Having a best friend who was a girl was also difficult. She could be wearing running shoes and he still had to sneak off every once and a while for a good whack.
The night he had lent the stone to Karyn was the the night he finally decided to do something about his fetish. He was tired of being ashamed of himself, tired of being a slave to his desires. Tomorrow morning, when he got the stone back from his friend, he had a wish to make.
