Knocking Boots Novels & Stories

He’s going to strike. Run, run, run, run, run! I whirl on my heel, trip, and pitch forward, my kneecaps grinding as they hit the ground. Behind me, I hear a splash. I scrabble back to my feet and bolt for the woods, arms pumping, my skirt trapping my legs, hampering my stride. I hike it above my knees. Damn these boots. I curl my toes to keep from slip-sliding inside them. What was I thinking to wear these boots, this skirt?

I hear the heavy thud of boots landing on the floorboards.

I freaking love the boots. A pair of knee-high, black leather boots adorned with silver buckles and intricate stitching. They exuded an air of rebellion and confidence, an embodiment of my journey from darkness to light. With every step, they would serve as a reminder that I had overcome the challenges that life had thrown my way. I fastened the last buckle and stood up, feeling a surge of energy coursing through my body. The sound of murmurs and hushed conversations filtered into the dressing area as the event staff prepared for the show. My heart raced in anticipation, a mix of excitement and nerves dancing within me.

Bowen screamed. Everyone could hear the panic and hysteria in his voice. He stumbled off the stage, tripping and lurching toward the backstage area. In his panic, he didn't notice the steps. So, he twisted his ankle and fell straight down, rolling all the way down the stairs. The staff who were backstage finally snapped out of their daze. They fumbled in panic to shut off the screen. The giant screen went black in an instant. I became even more of a joke standing in front of the dark screen alone.

I соugh аt the раіn сhоkіng mу hеаd, аnd trу tо stop thе rеtсhіng іn my mouth аnd mу jеrkіng аrоund on the flооr. Thе bottom оf thе реrѕоn’ѕ boots іѕ close nоw. It’s jеt blасk ѕtіlеttоѕ thаt соuld оnlу bеlоng to оnе person.

I grabbed them up, held them behind me as I walked back out into the main living space. "So why am I waiting to crush his balls?" Kiema asked, her hands fisted on her hips. I pulled my surprise from behind my back. "Ta da!" "You brought me gross boots?" She raised one eyebrow at me before turning to consult with Saint. The other man was smiling. "You'll like those boots, honey. They have steel plates covering the toes. Absolutely no harm to you, exponentially more harm to him." Kiema leapt forward. "Gimme, gimme, gimme."

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.

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.

We left the three shoe stores with four pairs of boots, so not quite the one for each day of the week like Jake had suggested, but I could work on that… seeing Lilah’s face light up at something as simple as boots melted my heart… though if them boots stood on my feet my heart would not me melting, I would be cursing! They were big and chunky and far from lady like, but she loved them, they made her happy so it made me happy. There were a brown pair with thick chunky soles, which reached up to her knees, buckles up her calves. The other three pairs were black with similar variations in chunky soles - all that I knew was if it stood on your toe it would likely crush it….one pair was an ankle