High-Heeled Harry

High-heels. What is it about these incredible devices (if you would call it that) in which makes us feel so sexy?

I mean it's not as though they are overly comfortable, quite the opposite really. But when I slip a dark-red, painfully high pump onto my foot, I get a sensation (yes I know, that's a bit over dramatic, though in what other way can I describe it?) I feel hot (with two "T's"), I feel drop-dead-gorgeous, and this feeling helps me throughout the day, when I'm wearing high-heels nothing can shoot down my ego.

Ok, so I believe now would be the most prudent time to confess that, well, I am a man. And yes, I am aware that men do not typically go on about high-heels, but really I can't help it?

I'm sure by now your wondering, well 'how the hell did he discover these shoes'.

Well, the stories not as peculiar as one might believe.

From the beginning I had a fascination with pumps. I can remember when I was a young boy, perhaps three or so, I would travel with my aunt to the grocery store. Some Muggles have wonderful taste in shoes, and I would admire them from afar, often imaging certain kinds on myself.

Since I am the 'black sheep' of my Muggle step-sort-of-family, my shoes were always second hand, and repulsive! Perhaps it was this very deprivation that began my attraction.

I remember the first time I tried on high-heels vividly. Oh it was magical!

I was merely six; I had snuck into my aunt's closet when the family left me alone and ventured off to a film, or whatever.

I had seen her wearing a particularly pretty pair of high-heels recently, and had felt a craving to touch them, only touch, nothing more.

And so into her closet I went.

A Muggle's closet isn't a pleasant sight. Crumpled clothes are scattered about frantically. Dresses, shirts, pants all drape partially on the hangers, and are placed unevenly separated. Though, for some odd reason the only decent, no more than decent, how to describe it... orderly area in a Muggle's closet is the shoe section (at least for Muggle women).

And it was in this nice quarter that my journey was completed, for I found what I had been searching for. As though superior to all else, my aunt's high-heels, rested atop the shelves, neatly stacked with numerous amounts of disgustingly mundane loafers and tennis shoes.

I lifted my hand and caressed them delicately, first merely waving my hand just above them, only a bit out of my reach. Finally, I allowed my circling hand to land upon these magnificent beings (ok, over-dramatic once again, but come on stay with me here, I really like high-heels!). My fingertips ran along the edges and calculated every curve, they were made of silk, expensive no doubt.

Though, touching the shoes was no longer satisfying, no, I had to know the feeling of stepping into them. I could no longer stand only admiring them from here; I had to see them on!

And so, I set them to the ground, gently, of course. I raised my right foot, pointing my toes, and allowed my foot to drive itself into the ever so elegant heels. First right, then left. Oh, how gorgeous they were!

I walked over to the full-sized mirror which rested upon the wall in the Muggle's bedroom to gape at their...my...our beauty a bit more.

Damn! I looked hot! Even for a six-year, I was gorgeous. Although, they did not fit me properly do to my aunt having such notoriously large feet. They were not the best looking heels either, I mean, don't get me wrong they were the best I had ever seen at the time, but now reminiscing, they were not perfection.

It was in the early to mid 90's, and the styles then were hideous anyways, but my aunt's taste in anything was impeccably... tacky!

But, hey, no matter what, these were my first pair of heels, ever!

Wow, looking back I was so innocent. Ah, I love shoes... not just shoes... heels! And don't any of you ever call a pair of heels 'shoes'... ever! High-heels are not merely shoes, shoes are something you workout in or run in or paint in... but heels, they are something special.

Hermione has wonderful taste, as well. Her heels are not too high, more medium. But, this one pair she owns, oh, are they gorgeous! Picture this: sparkling blue Rhine-stones tastefully dispensed of course (isn't it such a bugger whenever Rhine-stones are dumped all over heels?) situated atop black satin, the straps are thin, but (get this) they lace up her leg begging from the arch of her foot all the way up to her lower calf.

The heel itself is approximately three good inches.

Oh, and these particular heels are absolutely fabulous on me! Though, um, don't mention anything to Hermione, ok, she doesn't know I sometimes borrow her heels.

I'm sure by now the fact that I am, indeed, gay is...well... pretty damn obvious. But, I'm not a "fag" if that's what you believe; I'm masculine... well a bit... I am...I swear!

I have a boyfriend, anyway. His names Draco, ah and what a fine piece of ass!

Damn, especially his shoes, they actually were what first turned me onto him. His deliciously brilliant shoes! They weren't heels, of course, but they were obviously expensive, and quite pretty. Truthfully, in the beginning my main intentions for shagging him were solely to be able to get a bit closer gaze at them, and possibly wear them. Though, Draco is quite protective of his apparel and wont let me even touch them! You know, I think he found me insane about them.

Anyways, Draco is really quite gorgeous, man, what a nice ass... and so my initial intentions transformed and I became increasingly more infatuated in him, rather than his beautiful, expensive, leather, perfectly... oh why the fuck can't I just wear them?!

Um... right... stay focused! You know Draco would be wickedly stunning in a pair of pumps. Ooh... perhaps one of Hermione's...

Why are you looking at me like that.... I'm not insane! You know you're just like Draco and the rest of them!

You think I'm crazy!

Well I'm not.

I'm just passionate about heels!

Why doesn't anyone understand me!