As to the sneakerfag I mentioned in the last post, I met him at the park where I go to run. After I was done running I took a seat at this bench, and there was this guy at the other end who kept on trying to check out my sneaker's without Me catching him. He'd said hi when I first sat down, but he'd mumbled it and I'd pretty much ignored him. After a few minutes of him checking out My shoes I decided to fuck with him a little.

"You got a thing for My shoes or what dude?" He tried to fumble out a denial of some kind, but I just laughed at him and walked off. A couple days went by, and I saw him there again. He tried to say something, but I just went right by him and went on with My run. 45 minutes later I was done, and he was still there. I walked over to the bench and started doing My post-run stretches and he tried to say something to me.

"Nitwit, I'm busy, can't you tell?" He apologized and waited. Trying the whole time not to stare, and failing. I took longer stretching, just to make him wait. When I was done I asked "Enjoy the view?"

His face turned red and he started sputtering something, I broke in and said "Never mind all that, was there something you wanted to talk to Me about or what?"

He tried to be cool and start up a conversation, but he couldn't seem to get a cogent sentence out of his mouth. After a minute of his fumbling I lost patience and said "Is there a question somewhere in all that?"

My bluntness actually shocked him into saying something intelligible. "How often do you come here?"

I laughed and said "Is that your version of 'what's a pretty girl like me doing in a place like this', if so you need to work on your lines."

He tried to deny it, but I just ignored that and said "First of all I'm not a fag, so you need to get any ideas about Me fucking you out of your head. But if you want to come stare at My sneaker's and drool, then..." and I told him My regular times and I left.

The next few times I came to the park he wasn't there. I wasn't surprised, the direct way I put it out there spooked him a bit, I could tell. But less than a week passed and he was there again. "If it isn't sneakerboy." I said to him after I finished My run. There's more, but you'll either have to wait and see if I post about it again, or call Me.