I wear sexy boots because I imagine they make me look better when I’m bent over and being fucked. I wear boots because they make me feel powerful. And I wear boots because without them I am just a person, and a person is a frightening thing to be.
Like a decent corset, good boots are a foreplay accessory. The act of putting them on – zipping them up tight over my calves, then taking those first few steps with a hip-rolling swagger – gives me shivers. They’re the sign of the start of a fuck, long before anyone’s started taking any clothes off. So when I saw that this week’s Kink of the Week topic was ‘boots’, I couldn’t resist writing a little something. Because sexy boots are not just hot: they’re so much more than that.
Sexy boots aren’t just good because of what they look like, or what they do to my legs and feet and bum. I wear sexy boots because they make me feel tall and scary. The kind of person who’d beckon to a stranger over a crowded bar and whisper in his ear that we should fuck in the toilets. The kind of person who’d lift her skirt to show she was wearing no knickers, then sashay off to a private place and wait for him to come and join me.
I wear these particular sexy boots because they make me well over six foot tall, and funnily enough it’s easier to deal with guys telling me I’m too massive or intimidating if I genuinely feel like I could be. I don’t picture crushing them beneath my heels, exactly, but I do picture their faces twisted in an agony of lust as I tell them they can touch themselves, but not me.
Boots are power. And protection.
I wear boots because they make me feel feminine in the only way I can really countenance it: by turning my ‘slutty goth’ dial up to eleven. Fishnet hold-ups. Black nail varnish. Dark lipstick and cleavage and definitely no knickers.
Sexy boots aren’t just foreplay, or hotness: they’re the superhero outfit that I put on when my normal self won’t quite cut it. When I feel small and weak and worried, they give me that extra kick of confidence. Because who, exactly, would wear these boots if they weren’t brimming with confidence? It’s a trick – a sleight of hand. Like my piercings and my big smile and the too-loud laugh.
Fuck-me boots are part of a costume. The same costume I put on when I sit at the computer and write things as GOTN, secretly hating her a little for being better than real-life me.
I wear sexy boots because I imagine they make me look better when I’m bent over and being fucked. Because they make me feel powerful. Because they make men look at me funny, and sometimes getting funny looks is better than no looks at all.
But above all I wear sexy boots because without them I’m just a person, and that’s quite a frightening thing to be.
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