These boots are made for fucking

What are you wearing?

This morning I have on a knit blouse, wool skirt to the knees, and boots. Men seem to like this look. I write this as I sit in a boring meeting. I notice one of co-workers angled his chair so he can see my legs and boots.

My ex-husband had a major fetish for my feet, legs and anything I wore on them. Boots were a special favorite. He liked winter because it was more likely he would get fucked with me wearing my boots and nothing else. Or he would slowly strip off my suit, loving every part of me with his tongue...until we were fucking. I was always afraid of hurting him if I fucked him with shoes or boots on, but he liked it. "Dig those heels into my back, baby," he'd say, and his fucking rose in intensity as I pulled him into me with my legs and feet.

He was a masterful toe-sucker. I've been blessed with a few of those. Once I discovered this wonderful sexual side-dish, I knew there was a direct line between my feet and my clit, just like the ones between clit and nipples, clit and ears, clit and navel...

We would arrange dates around me dressing up to show off my legs and I would let him pick shoes for me. Later, he would lay me down on the bed and go to work on me. He'd kiss and lick the shoes, my ankles, the tops of my feet...then peel off each shoe and do my toes, as he worked north to ankles, calves, knees, thighs, insides of thighs. By this time I would be shaking.

Well, gotta take part in my meeting. I would hate to get the boot, so to speak.