Microfantasy Monday: Boots

He’s been looking at you all evening.

You don’t blame him. You’re utterly ravishing tonight. Short dress, black mascara, red lipstick. Hair immaculately coiffed; nails polished to a sheen.

You finish your drink; say goodbye to your friends. And then you walk towards him. The wedge heels of your knee-high boots gently tap-tap on the floor. Your hips sway. Your legs look amazing in the elegant black suede.

He’s doing that thing where he swallows and scracthes the back of his head; pulling at his already messy hair. Wanting you… trying not to want you… knowing that it won’t make one whit of difference in the end.

—

You’re trying to open the door to your room, but he won’t stop kissing you long enough to let you. Already your lipstick’s smudged and almost all kissed off.

—

The light from your bedside lamp is dim. Your clothes are strewn about the floor and your hair is out of its neat bun. You’re sitting on the edge of your bed; naked but for the boots. He’s kneeling on the floor in front of you. You wait for him to unzip the boots and pull them off, but he doesn’t. Instead, he picks up one pretty foot and presses his cheek, then lips, against the soft suede.

“Maybe we should leave these on,” he murmurs.

He puts your foot back down, and pushes your knees apart…

I actually own the pair of boots I’m thinking about; they’re from Morgan de Toi.

Got a sex fantasy? Microfantasy Monday is by Sweltering Celt and rules can be found here.

No related posts.

Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.