What is it about pink? What is it about that color that makes a lot of folks get… interested? No idea. But, no matter the cause, pink has been a fighting color that makes a lot of things happen. The color of surviving strength. The color of comeback. The color of life.

Fantasy of Pink

Mr Edward was still lost in thought. The family was starting to wrap up their time in the club house. There was a lot of things to sort out and understand.

A small part of the worried father had turned to the days of old. Had something in his past managed to transfer over to his son Andrew that was plaguing the young man?

Besides not having protected his son enough, Mr Edward was biting back a strange feeling. Something about his own past nipping at his heels begging to gain some light.

When Mr Edward met his lady, before they got married, things were different. Mr Edward was less focused on his future and more interested in enjoying the physical company of his date. This amazing woman turned out to be everything he had ever wished for.

The day he had shared his fantasy, Mr Edward watched the miracle of love transform things in his favor. Mr Edward had a weakness for a well heeled lady in red.

The fantasy

Mr Edward’s mind went back to their second date. He had finished revealing his passion for heels. Their date had been amazing. The heels were amazing. Perfectly hot. Tall. Rounded. Ahead of their time

On their third date, Mr Edward felt extra lucky to be invited up to the bedroom to sample the heel collection and give his input on how to grow the collection

What really struck Mr Edward, back then, was how sensual and seductive the motion of his date had been. In that moment, Mr Edward knew that this lady was going to be his future bride. It would not be long before he made sure no other could claim her.

Mr Edward was one of those promise keeper types. So, look but don’t touch. However, the leg show, the motion, the sensuality… way she moved and touched her legs. Mr Edward was very excited.

When Mr Edward got his hands on his date, future wife, his hands was treated to the softest most amazing sensation of his life. Watching her skin turn a light shade of pink, Mr Edward know he was making his date blush. The hope well built that in the future, he’d be able to have his way with her.

The honeymoon, the eager young Mr Edward, would involve having his way with his lady as she wore a sweet pair of heels. In the young man’s mind, her heels would have been perched close to her head as he looked into her eyes as he plunged deeply and connected on a soulful level.

The Reality

Mrs Edward had proved to be an avid heel fan. She wore them proudly. Mr Edward kept his hands on his lady as often as he could as he showed her off everywhere he could.

Her heeling ability kept Mr Edward’s cheeks very satisfyingly pink for many years. Everywhere they went, she clicked and clacked away and periodically exaggerated her hip’s swing to Mr Edward’s great satisfaction.

When she drove in her heels, Mr Edward would sit mesmerized and totally into his wife. Mrs Edward had enjoyed giving her husband many wonderful shows. Her skirt often risen and her thighs well exposed for her husband to savor. Especially when it came to doing thigh high Thursday well before it was a meme on the internet.

Then, Mr Edward made a move to push the envelope. He introduced a nylon scarf on night and tied up his wife to the bed while having his way with her. The way Mrs Edward had struggled against the nylon had heightened his arousal beyond any he had experienced before. In hind sight, that was the time he also discovered Mrs Edward’s g-spot.

It had taken a bit of time to master the new sensations and keep up his stamina with his wife. Once that was figured out, the scarf was followed by other nylon goodies that helped secure his lady to the bed board. Mr Edward’s favorite was having is wife’s legs tied up by her wrists… which were tied to the bed posts… giving him complete total access to her womanhood.

Using a vibe suspended by another nylon tether… Mr Edward would warm up his wife to the point of her hips dancing a tune of struggle against the restraints begging him to savor her wetness and part her lips with his manhood.

Before Andrew was born, the bedroom heel collection had grown and the nylon ties had as well. There were thin ties, thick ties, sheer ties, opaque ties, and stretchy ties. Everything suggested that Mrs Edward loved the feelings as well.

All it took was an outstretched heeled leg and Mr Edward knew it was time to have a blast. They blessed every single room of the house many times.