Then she did the same with her left shoe. They were shiny black and had very sexy stiletto heels. They each had a wide patent leather strap across t...e arch of the foot leaving the toes exposed. They had a thin leather strap running up from the back of the heel which connected to a thin loop that went around the ankle. I ran my hands along them and could see that in spite of how delicate they looked, they were well constructed. I stood on my toes for a second and formed the shoes beneath. ”A tear rolled down his cheek, and as they stood apart, Isolde reached up and gently brushed it away. “Let’s clean the fish, Honey,” she said softly.While they were cleaning the fish, she told him about her exploration that day. She didn’t tell him about masturbating, but she did tell him about the limerick, which she repeated, and about beginning to read The Clockwinder. They laughed together about the limerick.Then he said to her, “Would you do me a favor, and not share the limerick with. He didn’t even flinch, too drunk to feel it, she figured. Instantly after she felt herself being jerked up, then a push, and before even realising it she was on the floor. Something went snap.Tears started to build in the corners of her eyes. She saw him make his way to the door, opening it yelling, now in a rage, “Get the fuck out, you dumb slut. Wait, I meant frigid bitch, because that's what you are.” She made her way out past him limping, every step painful. Out into the darkness and rain. I didn’t think much of it. Then one day when I was home on break from college I happened to notice a pair of purple cotton panties in the hamper and I sniffed them and got so horny that everything changed. I was now obsessed, but my family and my sister are all very conservative religious people, and i would be disowned if anyone found out about my secret.The second semester of college I thought about her every day. I hooked up with other girls, but eventually found myself virtually unable to.