i went to a show last week with that dude that i date/don’t date/love/fuck. we met up beforehand, shot the shit for a little while, and slammed some 4 lokos (look into it. not only will it guarantee a blackout drunk, but it is a powerful aphrodisiac. those two go hand in hand for me, more often than not. i digress). we were running late for the show, but i insisted on fucking—just a quickie. i tore off my clothes, but insisted on keeping my boots on. all i’ve wanted to do since i got em is fuck in em. 

mission accomplished. 

we got to the show fucking wasted. i was kicking it with my girls, and this chick that boned the dude i date/don’t date/love/fuck a couple times while i was living in another state pulled up a seat and started drinking with us. you may not know this, reader, but i am territorial as a motherfucker. i didn’t realize it until recently, but i am. if i were a dog, i would have peed rings around this dude. needless to say, i was not especially warming up to this chick. especially when i caught her giving him the tv eye while he was talking to his friends (he was not returning nor aware of said eye, but it curdled my blood nonetheless). 

“do you like my boots?” i asked her.

she said yes. 

“i just fucked _______ in them 20 minutes ago.”

i don’t remember most of the evening after that. 

these boots were made for knockin.