White Stilettos

White Stilettos

White stilettos
on my hard-wood floor.
One on its side, its twin
upright in vacant beauty.
Penitent, I caress and touch.
I kneel, mouth dry. She stirs in the bed,
one bare foot now exposed from white sheets.

My heart racing
as, still, I kneel there,
wanting, longing, lusting.
I recall last night's thrusting
and smile as I hear her soft snores.
Still, my eyes linger on those bright whores
which lie discarded, their purpose fulfilled.

I pick one up,
hand close to shaking.
I'm already erect.
Room seems to quieten more.
I bring the shoe up to my face
and inhale her smell; long, slow, deep, ah!
I tightly grip that delectable spike.

It smells so good!
My cock jolts with lust
as I bury my face.
I stroke myself with one hand.
I imagine wearing the shoe
and fucking her on the bed again,
her other shoe to my nose as I cum.

The other shoe,
I lift from the floor.
My hard prick I insert,
using my thumb for friction,
my pre-cum smeared on white leather.
I gasp, quietly thrusting my hips
as I fuck her beautiful stiletto.

Kneeling, smelling,
I cum in her shoe
while still she snores, asleep.
The insole streaked with semen,
I smear, squeeze, give every drop,
watching each rivulet roll down to
that empty space where her toes will soon be.

I won't tell her,
tell her what I did
while she was still sleeping.
Tell her I came in her shoe.
Tell her her shoe is full of sperm.
She can find out when she puts it on
and I can think of my cum on her toes.