After my night out this weekend, I came home to realize that my new leather Charles David boots were terribly damaged. It was a combination from hours of grinding my girlfriends on the dance floor and walking around in a tipsy haze.
It was hot and crowded at the club and I could feel numerous heels stepping on my new boots. I recall meeting this gorgeous philippino mixed asian, who offered to buy me a drink. As we chatted, she moved closer towards me so we could hear each other. She continuously stepped on my toes…I didn’t really mind. In fact, I rather enjoyed it knowing that my new, barely worn leather heels, were being damaged by her. At one point, she was telling me that she loved my blonde hair, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her heel puncturing my boots. I wanted her to stab me harder. I could feel her heel through the leather, pushing on my toes. It was painful, yet the sensation sent tingles up my leg and to my inner thigh. I admit that I’m attracted to beautiful women, but to be aroused by this pain? It felt so wrong. I needed to be punished!! I was wearing a tight, short dress and could feel myself getting slightly moist inside. I needed to leave before…………………………..So I excused myself to the ladies room.
As I walked to the restroom, one of my girlfriends stumbled towards me and spilled her red cranberry cosmopolitan all over the front-bottom area of my dress. In our drunken state, we both laughed. Apologizing, she quickly knelt down and began to wipe the liquid with her hands. Instead of drying it off, she was actually rubbing the alcohol all over my leg. It was humid and I was beginning to sweat. The cold drink felt good on my skin. I could feel it dripping down my thigh and into my boots, getting the inside of my boot and leg all wet. I wanted more. I could picture the red stain the cosmopolitan would make inside my boot. At this point, I knew that my new leather boots were going to be ruined…but I didn’t care. I loved it!
At home, I evaluated the damages. My right foot was bruised from heels stepping on me and my boots were torn, scuffed, and wrecked. I have had my boots for less than a month and worn them only a hand full of times. And yet, after one intense night out, they looked as though they’ve been worn all year.
This week I got some new Michael Kors black leather pumps. I can’t wait to ruin them as well.
Until next time….
xoxo: Kat