What Happens in Vegas...
by Harvey@milanoltd.com

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I always had a fetish for guy’s feet. I suppressed my desires but that flame always was lit.

In my adult years I would walk through men’s shoes department just to see guys try on shoes, check out the floor on an airplane to see what guys are slipping their shoes off or seeing bare feet on the beach.

One night in Las Vegas I was gambling at a poker video machine in the wee hours of the AM. This guy sits next to me and plays his machine. How could I not notice him putting his sox less loafer atop the ledge between machines. I would stare at his feet, trying not to be noticed. Meanwhile he is slipping his loafers on and off, putting his feet atop of his loafers. Man I was more excited and if I hit a royal flush. After a while my eyes seemed more focused on his feet and shoes than the video poker screen.

Out of nowhere this man says to me “like my shoes”?

My heart sank and I nearly died of embarrassment. Not knowing what to say I said, “yeah nice loafers”.

After several quite moments we started to chat. Why are you here in Vegas, your business eventually leading are you in Vegas alone and where you are staying? I said I was staying in this hotel and then revealed my fetish for feet. He said he knew of my fetish my noting how I stared at his feet. I told him of my fetishes and dreams. He said dream CAN come true! We cashed out and headed for my room. His 11 _ EE feet were all I could dream of.  

By sunrise many of my dreams did cum true but after all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.