So my title caught your attention, did it? I know what you're thinking, and you're right. What you don't know, however, is I'm the right shoe. You can even call me Righty if you like. Of course, you don't have to call me anything, since you'll be reading this. My companion, Lefty, and I belong to a lovely young lady named Allie Smithers. Yes, that's right, I really AM a right shoe. Crimson, velvet, with a three inch heel, to be precise. You know how you've heard the expression 'Boy, if these walls could only talk'? Well, I can't really talk, per se, but I have found a way to tell those who might be interested about some of the things that Allie has experienced in her young life.
I know you're probably curious, at least a tiny bit, how I came to be able to convey my thoughts to paper, and for that matter, how I came to HAVE thoughts in the first place. Suffice to say, Allie likes antiques and antique shops, and I just happened to be on her foot the day she bumped into an old copper kettle with my toe. This kettle just happened to be the home of a certain type of magical being, who presides over inanimate objects, and has power over them. This being is a very nosy sort, and is always curious about the ways of the Human, especially the Human Female. That being the case, the being took one look at Allie and decided it wanted to know more of what went on in her life, particularly her love life.
The next thing I knew, I was aware of my surroundings and could understand speech and 'see', even though I had no eyes. It's some sort of telepathic hookup with Allie, so that I experience whatever she does, while I'm in the room with her, whether she's wearing me or not. Whatever I am aware of is then transmitted to Kettle Dweller (I don't really know what to call the being, so that works well enough) to enjoy or whatever magical entities feel. K. D. also decided that it might be interesting if I could project words onto paper so that it could share the experiences later with other magical folk. Now, as I 'send' everything to K.D., the images are transmitted into words and captured, as well as my own thoughts on the matter.
I'm sure you're probably wondering what Allie looks like. She's 21 years old and very pretty from what I can tell in comparing her with other females. She's 5'3" when she's not wearing us, has long copper-coloured hair that falls to the middle of her back, and bright green eyes that sparkle when she laughs, which is often. Her complexion is very fair, but she doesn't have freckles. She has a lovely figure, with an ample bosom, a small waist, and very shapely legs. I've heard men call her lips 'kissable', and they do look soft. Her hands are very soft when she touches me to slip me on, and her fingers are long and slender. She has a great sense of style, and knows what she likes and what compliments her. She normally wears very feminine things during the daytime, floating skirts and soft peasant blouses, but when she goes out at night, she dresses very sensually. It's never trashy, but very enticing.
Allie has a way about her that draws people to her, both men and women. She's always open and warm, with a genuine sweetness in the way she treats everyone. I've heard her really let her date have it a few times for being rude to someone, and I've felt her anger as we headed home alone, with my heel tapping hard against the pavement. Injustice and bad manners are both something for which she has no patience. She has a sharp wit and a good sense of humor as well. She seems to know people wherever she goes, and if she doesn't when she enters a place, she will by the time she leaves. She also takes great care of her things, and it is a joy to be owned by her. Before she ever puts Lefty and me away, she always cleans us carefully until we look brand new. I guess you can tell by now that I'm very fond of my owner.
I know, however, you didn't start reading this story to hear me gush on and on about how wonderful Allie is, except maybe in the bedroom. I am getting to that, believe me, but first I thought you should know more about her, especially before reading about any intimate encounters. The first encounter I was ever a witness to happened shortly after I became 'aware'. Allie had gotten dressed for a party that night, and she looked hot. She was wearing a little red dress that left her shoulders bare and had a bit of a plunging neckline, just showing a hint of cleavage. The hem of the dress fell about mid-way between her hips and knees, showing a good bit of shapely leg. When she wears us, her legs look even better, so we were definitely on her feet that night. She dabbed some perfume on her pulse points, checked her makeup in the mirror, and was ready to go.
Allie's best friend, Marissa, was giving the party and she had been dying to introduce Allie to her handsome and unattached cousin, who was visiting their fair city for a bit. She felt the two of them would have a wonderful time together while he was in town, so she was eager for the meeting to take place. Hugging Allie the moment she walked in the door, Marissa grabbed her by the hand and tugged her across the room where a tall man with dark hair that brushed his shoulders stood, talking with some other people. As soon as he saw Allie, his eyes were riveted to her. I felt her catch her breath just slightly as she looked into his cobalt orbs.
"Ian, this is Allie," Marissa said, smiling. He took Allie's hand in his own and kissed it.
"Charmed, " he said, a slight accent lilting in his deep voice.
"As am I," Allie said, smiling warmly. Looking at Marissa, she nodded. "You were right, my friend, he is breathtaking!" The group laughed, and gradually the others faded away, leaving the two new friends alone.
Ian caught her elbow and steered her toward the rather large balcony. Marissa had a lovely view of the river and all the lights along it at night, and music was softly playing as they stepped outside. Being tuned into Allie's thoughts, I knew that his warm fingers were causing little thrills of excitement to shiver down her spine. At that moment, there were two other couples outside talking, but gradually the others returned indoors, leaving the space for them alone. They talked quietly of their lives, all the mundane small talk that people make when getting to know one another, but there was no discomfort or uncomfortable silences between them. There was a connection sparking between them. Ian had released her elbow when they had seated themselves on a small glider, but he kept lightly touching her hand, or sometimes her knee, never leaving his fingers there for long, but long enough to make her tremble inside.
