What is it about boots? Knee-high tall shiny black leather cop boots. Ankle high scuffed up abused and worn black leather Docs. Glove leather curve hugging high heeled boots. Ultra shiny wet black PVC dominatrix thigh-high boots. Do you sense a theme? I think black boots are sexy. Sure, part of it's pretense (ooh, look how cool I am with my fetish) and part of it's just an appreciation for good footwear (typical female love of shoes). But there's more to it than that...

Part of it is definitely the color - sure, I have and quite like brown boots, but black, well, is still chic and has a hint of danger and coolness about it. All boots, no matter how flimsy or impossible to walk in, still retain a ce rtain sense of strength; this is not a shoe for being sexy, this is a shoe for kicking ass. Your typical beat-up Docs still exude a sense of being alternative and punk and anti-fashion, despite being totally common and quite mainstream. They're a paradox, like grunge music. And of course leather has that animal connection, that smell, and the way well-worn leather clings and moulds to the shape of the leg and ankle within...

Where did this come from? I wasn't always turned on by boots. As a college freshman (freshgirl? I always hated frosh and freshperson...), I was envious of my male friends' lovely steel-toed combat boots, both practical sturdy walking shoes on our rural campus and industrial strength cool. When I bought some knock-off imitation Docs the next year I remember feeling so... invincible when I wore them. Like no matter how girly I was or how sexy I dressed, I was in control. My insecurity was literally stomped out by my lovely boots.

Despite much reading and enjoyment of "deviant" sexual practices, I've never been much for acting them out, but I suppose maybe it would be convenient to blame my predilection on all those orgasms while reading about lovely mistresses and masters in fine leather boots doing awfully mean and awfully delicious things to the main submissive character. Certainly I do directly blame Pat Califia for my secret thrill at seeing motorcycle cops, and their sexy boots. I can't help but giggle with embarrassment every time I see one, and I see them rather often since the cops in my village are apparently bored enough to come out en masse for mere noise complaints. I guess the boots make up for the motorcycles themselves, though, which are so burly and cumbersome they're about as sexy as riding a cow.

Where was I? Oh yeah, sexy boots. I like them. I like wearing them, I like drooling at other people wearing them (it makes their hotness factor go way up), I like feeling them on my legs, and I love thinking about them during an otherwise boring day at work. Most especially, I like the way they make me feel, strong, confident, and extremely sexual. Especially when worn to bed, with stocking and garter belts and nothing else.