A while back, a friend of mine was dating a girl who always wore great boots. Yet, while I worshipped them on her from afar, he didn't seem to notice them at all. He liked her but they bickered and both had minor compaints about the other, which seemed mostly justified at the time to be fair.

One day I was over at their place with him when she was out.

“Look at this latest waste of money she's bought!”, he said and opened up a shoe box with the most gorgeous pair of high heeled purple suede boots I had ever seen. My mind instantly imagined fucking her in them, her legs spread wide.

When I snapped back out of my daydream, he was still grumbling on about her. Some people don't know what they've got it seems.

That day inspired me many years later to buy myself a similar pair. He might have long forgotten those boots but I never did.