Knocking Boots Novels & Stories

The cool blast of air greeted her face, sending it's refreshing caress into her nostrils down to her windpipe. But when she was about to step out of the door, her left foot bumped accidentally into something. As she looked down to find out what it was, her eyes automatically widened in surprise. Was Keir trying to kill her with surprises? She just saw a pair of black boots. Based on how it looked, it was as new as the dress that she was wearing. She bent down slowly and picked it up carefully as though she was afraid of damaging it. Never had she seen this kind of boots. Above it's rubber sole was made of a black velvety material. It felt soft and smooth at the same time as she traced it wit

Putting them on, I model in the mirror for myself and realize that something is missing. Placing my sapphire heart earrings in, I once again model in front of the mirror. Perfect. Satisfied with my appearance, I shut my closet and pull on my light brown leather fashion boots that I have picked out for the day. I always cringe a little when I start to walk in them, because they make this percussive sound on the wood floors that echoes throughout the whole house.

"As much as I hate to interrupt the show, boss, we have a tight schedule. I found some high-end, reinforced combat boots in the back section. Black leather, steel shanks, lightweight." ​He stepped directly into my line of sight, effectively blocking a portion of the mirror. He crouched down in front of me, his half-open jacket swinging forward to reveal the sharp lines of his chest and the dark ink tracing his collarbones. He picked up one of the heavy boots, holding it out toward my foot. ​"Let's see if we can get your sizing right, Feisty," Daniel murmured, his voice dropping into a quiet, unexpectedly smooth register as he took off the current boot I was wearing, his fingers brushing the

I turned around and scanned the shoes on the display, pointing at a pair in the middle, "Please get this pair, black, size 6.5." It was a pair of over-the-knee boots with a three-inch heel and lively fringe on the side. Her attention wasn't on these beautiful boots, but on me standing in front of her. I semi-elegantly crouched in front of her, took off her shoes, and slipped the boots from the attendant onto her feet. Even in such a humble act, I performed it so gracefully and naturally. In that moment, Natash Yael could almost hear her own heartbeat, irregularly thumping.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* Ava shoved the dildo under the clothes in her box along with her scrap book and jumped to her feet in half a second, her heart pounding as she rearranged her panties over her frustrated sex.

He nodded to himself as if he just learned something fascinating. Then suddenly, the realization brought me back to reality as if hitting me with a truck. "WHY THE FUCK AM I CUFFED IN A BED?!" I immediately grabbed the emergency knife that is hidden in my boots, "YOU KINKY BASTARD!" But when I noticed that I'm not wearing any boots and simply touched my bare skin, I immediately started screaming. "WHERE THE HECK ARE MY BOOTS?! WHERE ARE MY BOOTS?!" While trying to pull on the cuffs, I glared at Adam, "WHERE ARE MY BOOTS?!"

(you girls will know what I mean) I sat down on the chair and pulled on a pair of socks that Sarah selected for me. When I slipped my feet into the boots, they seemed to add twenty pounds to my weight. Sarah had called them safety boots and said the toe was re-enforced but not the old-fashioned steel toed boots of old. She told me they would protect my feet in case a horse stepped on me.

I watched the guy's every move. The way he shuffled his feet, his posture and even the way held his fists. The bell rang, and some music started blaring again. It was 'Awake by Godsmack'. He jumped for, and I ducked just in time for him to miss. I shot back up and remembered what Liam said. Kicking is my strong point. I can thank six years of soccer for that.

Is that what I’m seeing? I press my fingers to my temple, willing it all to stop. Mum holds up a pair of boots. “These are cute, right?” “Yeah. Super cute,” I nod and she gives me a knowing look. “Harper, you haven’t even looked at them.” I glance at the boots. They’re black leather with chunky heels and silver buckles. Definitely my style, or at least they used to be. But all I can focus on is the way the threads are tugging at my mind, each one demanding attention, each one louder and more insistent than the last.

He knelt in front of her like Prince Charming with a glass slipper, only the slipper was a heavy-duty, black tactical boot with aggressive tread. "Try this," he said, sliding it onto her foot. It felt heavy, but solid. Indestructible. "It feels like I could kick a door down," Leela said wiggling her toes. They bought the boots. Then the sneakers (two pairs, per Elana's orders). Then the house slippers.