Goth Knee High Boots Novels & Stories

" So now you're picking things willingly? What's the catch? " " If I don't look at the price then there won't be a problem. " I said as I picked up a cute pair of black booties with a heel, black bows and little designs. I don't know why but something had me drawn to them. I turned to Leo and nodded my head.

Kayla totally ignores my request as we get to the store. We step in and I am immediately in heaven. For some reason, I have always loved the smell of leather. Kayla knows this and, therefore, uses it as an excuse to have me try on the sexiest outfit she could put together. She hands me a dark brown leather mini skirt, a matching leather tank that zips up the front and a pair of thigh high boots to go with it. I take them to the dressing room and try them on. I look in the mirror, and I have a hard time believing that girl is me.

Then, turning my newly-acquired seat around, I set myself in a comfortable position for the main event: Juliana's spiked heels. Turning them over and over, I examine them carefully: what exactly do I have? I'm in luck. The boots were toe-teeteringly high... The heels are at least four inches long, certainly long enough to make a usable tool. She can't have walked far... And it must be decent paths or roads... So the car must be parked close by... The tips are steel; only perhaps a quarter of an inch diameter, of the kind that make a disaster zone of vinyl lay or parquet flooring.

Pffft, she blows her hair from her face, now digging under the bed. “Maybe you should try putting stuff away every now and then..” I tease. “Nah, not my style…AH HA!” she says, hoisting up a pair of shiny knee-high black boots. I start to put on the outfit courtesy of the Neverlands that is her closet. Being shifters and patrol partners, nudity doesn’t phase us much. I walk around like a baby giraffe as I get used to these damn boots, making my way to a mirror. Looking at myself, I look hot!

Next to the strap is another strap that’s an inch thick and white, with beads designing it. I paired the outfit with my four inch heel ankle boots. My hair is hanging in loose curls with my bangs in a side French braid. My makeup is minimal going with a light purple eye shadow, liner, mascara, and a clear coat of lip gloss. Of course, I’ve got a dagger in each boot and one strapped to my upper thigh. A girl can never be to careful now a days.

If that didn’t work and we still believed that someone was sketchy then I would work my whiles and seduce them. Tonight I sported my pleather shiny black leggings, they were greatly stuffed into the cuffs of my knee length tight black stilettos. My stilettos held a dual purpose, one they were super cute that often would enhance my sex appeal as men could not help but think about fucking me with those damn boots on. The other purpose was that the heel was also sharpened to a point and could if need be used to help stab a person that was attacking me. If I knew that this party was actually in the boonies I would have worn my steal toed black combat boots.

I have just ten minutes to get completely ready. I smooth out my make up, lace up my boots and pick up my dress. Nerves settle at the pit of my stomach. I take a deep breath to chase them away. I step into the dress, lacing the upper, mini corset. Finally done, I step back to survey my handiwork in the floor to ceiling mirrors. I look at my reflection, a breath of satisfaction momentarily getting stuck in my throat. I wear black, six inch, thigh high boots, made of the best leather. The black dress I have on makes a fashion statement.

"Definitely." I slipped into the dress. The skirt flowed, stopping just above mid-thigh. Bending in this dress would be near impossible. I grabbed another set of fishnet tights, this time for me, and then shoved my feet into my set of steel toed biker boots. "Punk rock princess," Heather voiced in approval, "suits you."

and as a wrap would allow it to be better fitted to my frame to show it off. I dug through my closet, looking for my knee-high boots. I sighed when I finally found the box. I apparently hadn’t unpacked them since we moved in. I tried them on to be sure they still fit right and smiled when they fit perfectly. “Okay, these will go perfect with the dress and help my legs stay warm.” I nodded, removing them and setting the black suede-heeled boots aside. The hells are higher than my normal, but I adore those boots. And while the heels won’t make me as tall as Forrest, it will bring me a little closer.

Not that I hate it, its just that I don't like wearing others clothes, but I didn't have a choice. I already had on a black tank top and black skinny jeans. I already did my hair in a high ponytail and have my new pair of high heeled boots on. Trust me, high heeled boots is not going to be a problem later on, no matter which occasion it is, high heeled boots is a must for me. They're my babies and high heels are my backups and sneakers is my last options. Lets just say I'm obsessed with not-so-fashionable-shoes.