Eventually I dated a girl who had a very nice pair of boots. Black suede, slightly heeled and lined in a white chequered silky pattern inside. We kissed passionately many times. But at other times, kissed in a listless manner when she wore different footwear. Through teenage inability to communicate my true desires much misundertsanding was probably placed in both our minds. We drifted apart but I still think of her boots sometimes.

Then in the late 1980s, there came a fashion for thigh high high heeled boots, often of black suede or leather. All the glam rock scene of the time embraced this fashion as did I, quite literally sometimes.

In that time I dated or had one night stands with some girls who had some amazing boots. I'd usually try to have sex with them before they had a chance to take their boots off. The worst bit would be if as soon as they got through the door they kicked their boots off and said “my feet are killing me in those things”. That'd kill my libido too.

One time I asked a girl to put her boots back on during sex. She said “No, you put them on if you want to”. I looked forlornly at them, she must have been a size 5. I'd never have squeezed in sadly.

For my personal perefences boots must have three of the following four qualties:

1 The boots should be black
2 The boots should be suede
3 The boots should have high heels
4 The boots should be thigh high

To miss any one of the four qualties out is fine. But a score of ¾ must be maintained. So a pair of purple, suede, high heeled, thigh high boots are attractive, and a pair of black, suede, high heeled, ankle boots would work but to miss two or three points is to lose my interest. That's how fussy I am.

Then I met a girl and told her about my boot fetish. She had a pair of black, suede, low heeled, thigh high boots which scored ¾ and were thus acceptable to me. She was quite happy to wear them in bed for me. So obviously we moved in together and I bought her a sweet pair of 4/4 boots. Sometimes we fucked both wearing boots, with her sat on my cock facing the other way, so all each of us could see was the others boots. That was pretty hot but eventually as things go, we split up, she took the boots and another series of semi booted casual hook ups occurred.

One girl bought herself an incredible pair of ballet heeled, crotch high black suede boots, that was like a 5/4! So I married her. Those boots pretty much glued our mariage together for many years despite its otherwise obvious flaws. Eventually we split again I lost the boots in the separation.

These days, I know several girls with nice boots but I also have my own modest collection, so I can never be heart broken at their loss again.