PARAPHILIA51 - Under My Dirty Boots

I used to be miserable. I walked through life as if in a daze, barely feeling anything. I went to work in an tall office building where I would pretend to do very important things for people who pretend to be very important. When I would look around at my zombie fellow commutators crowding onto trains like cattle I would find myself daydreaming about effortlessly leaping like a ballerina off of the platform into the path of an oncoming train. I was inside, as hollow and empty as an old tree stump.In that moment knew that if I didn’t find something that made heart beat race made me excited to be alive again I just couldn’t go on. That’s when I noticed him…he was standing a few feet away from me dressed in a hooded sweatshirt and jeans. He looked younger than me and he looked hungry. I’m a very attractive woman, with long blond hair, beautiful flawless tanned skin and long toned legs. I wa swearing some casual office attire and a sexy little pair of boots.I knew I looked hot and I knew why he was looking like a beast about to pounce. The old me wanted to look away and quickly get on the next train but I knew I needed this so right then and there I made the decision that I would take this person home and do whatever he wanted. I felt my heart beat in my chest as I walked over to him.I stood in front of him and said ‘See anything interesting?’ and he just smiled and said ‘I’d give just about anything to feel those boots on me.’ I reached out and took his hand and lead him out of the train station. My flat was only a block away and when I got him inside I pushed him against the wall and said ‘I’ll do anything you want me to.’ I was very surprised when he said ‘fuck me with your boots’. In seconds he was naked on his back and I was standing over him. His cock was hard and my pussy was dripping wet.Instictively I seemed to know what he wanted and how he needed to be touched with my boots. The feelings of power and control I felt surged through my body as I teased and stimulated him with my boots. I couldn’t resist touching myself. There was no doubt in my mind that I would make this stranger cum on my boots. And there was no doubt that I’d finally found something that made me feel alive. This wouldn’t be my last bootjob…I had a whole closet full of sexy shoes and boots in the next room…and there were always hungry eyed men in the city streets. Only from now on I would know exactly what I wanted.



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