Drawing On Converse Novels & Stories

I frown shaking my head “There ain’t no way I’m wearing the heels. I’ll break a hip in them” He nods “Converse or doc martens it is?” I smile looking to my feet “Converse I think. My white ones are over there” He gets up and grabs them for me, pulling out ankle socks he helps put them on me. My hair had been curled with just a little pulled back at the top, my makeup minimal because I can’t stop crying and I’d only ruin a full face.

The sound of tearing fabric fills the room and my breaths come out heavy. His eyes roam over my body and I bite my lip. I'm not wearing any panties and I'm completely naked except for a pair of white Converse I had on with my dress. I decorated them with some jewels and put lace in place of shoes strings. I wanted my feet to be comfortable because I had plans of dancing with my husband tonight. "How do your sneakers always turn me on so fucking much?" I know it's a question, but I don't think he's looking for an answer right now.

I said, sticking my foot out of the long dress. "Oh shit shoes," Leo said, "I forgot about shoes." "You don't have any?" I asked. "Do I have any ladies ball shoes small enough to fit you...?" he asked, "Um, no?" "You had a fucking dress," I replied. "Do you have any shoes?" "I have my old converse," I suggested, "That's it." "You know what the dress is long, no one will know," he said with a shrug. "Yeah, and I can't even walk in high heels anyway.”