Boots Over Chile

Damn sexy boots straight outta Santiago!

Remember how I said that Santiago de Chile was a boot lover’s dream city with almost every woman I saw there wearing stylish, sexy boots?  It’s true.  Every time I turned around there was yet another pair of beautiful boots walking by, pushing me ever closer to the brink of desperation.  A desperate need to buy new boots.

I also had a problem.  In the interests of space conservation while packing, I had to make some difficult choices.  You see I was going skiing and was guaranteed to be trudging around in some heavy snow so it was an absolute necessity to bring along my cute but mostly functional flat, furry winter boots.  Which, if I wanted to have plenty of space for packing the spoils of my shopping, meant that there just wasn’t room for a favourite pair of sexy boots.  Instead, I made a carefully planned compromise and packed my red patent leather Jessica Simpson peep toe heels.  That worked out well until I realised just how essential a pair of really sexy boots turned out to be in Santiago. 

Fortunately for me, the packing compromise left me plenty of space to smuggle back the absolutely gorgeous Nine West boots that are the centerpiece of today’s picture.  There were far too many fucking hot pairs of boots to choose from.  My imagination was overloading with the fantasies brought on by the incredible collection of boots I had to choose from.  These won out though.  There is no doubt in my mind that I will be able to put this pair of man magnets to good use driving all of you wild with desire.  Stay tuned for the adventures of Mistress Santiago and her Boots of Desire.

Kisses!

Would you buy these boots?

Would you buy these boots for me?

I think I need a new pair of boots.  Not that I don’t already have a lot of boots.  But I don’t have any in gray.  And really a girl can never have too many pairs of sexy boots.  Particularly a girl who has a blog full of pictures of herself in sexy shoes and boots to maintain.  I know all of you would be miserable if I told you that I couldn’t post any more pictures because I had run out of sexy shoes for the pictures.

So after looking around I have settled on these boots from Newport News.  I think they are elegant but still seriously sexy.  I can imagine wearing them to the opera, perhaps with this skirt to match.  I want to see a new opera on right now in Los Angeles, The Fly, directed by David Cronenberg, that is a remake of his movie from 1986.  I hear there are some very sexy scenes in it.  But I imagine all the men around me being incapable of watching the action on stage because they are too completely distracted by how much they want to lick the shiny black patent leather on the toe of my boot.  Men staring intently as I cross my legs and ever so slightly rotate my ankle back and forth specifically because I know it holds their attention and makes them rock hard.

So what do you all think?  Would you buy these boots for me if you had the chance?  Would you attend an opera for a chance that you might see me there with my date wearing the boots you had bought for me?  Do you think these are sexy enough to make you fantasize about kissing them?  Leave me a comment and let me know.

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Jessica Simpson Heels in Chile

Doesn't red patent leather just scream sexy?

Went on a little trip a while back to Santiago, Chile and did a little summer skiing.  What a wonderful city!  And what a fabulous hotel the Ritz-Carlton there turned out to be.  All of the staff literally bent over backwards to make sure pretty little me had a great trip.  If you ever want to feel like an absolute Princess I highly recommend it.  Cinderella’s fairy godmother’s got nothing on the people working at the Ritz Santiago.  They waved their magic wands to satisfy my every whim more times than I can count.

The concierge at the Ritz was absolutely infallible in his recommendations for restaurants in the city.  One of my favs was a smashingly fun place with super Chilean cuisine called Liguria.  It seems I should have checked my favourite travel site, World’s Best Bars, before I left.  I will hold a place in my heart for the concierge forever just for that one recommendation alone.

Something else about the Santiago Ritz is that it has the most amazing roof top hot tub/pool/bar .  Check out this review on another WordPress.com blog.  The first night I was there I put on my bikini with these super-sexy red patent leather Jessica Simpson heels, wrapped up in my Ritz-Carlton robe and headed up to check out the serious luxury of the hot tub.  I grabbed myself a glass of champagne at the bar located conveniently by the pool, traipsed through the red rose petals that a staff member so thoughtfully scattered to match my high heels and settled in for a good soak amongst the candle light.  When I got back to my room I was so sleepy I crawled into bed still wearing my shoes to have a nap…but not before I managed to snap this cute picture.

One more thing about Santiago that I have to tell you.  Every woman on the street was wearing a pair of sexy boots.  Sure it was winter there so boots were in season, but I’ve never seen so many women in one place wearing consistently stylish boots.  Wow would all you boot lovin’ men out there be in heaven!

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Kiss My Sexy Shoes!

Would you kiss my sexy shoes for me?

It just occurred to me that there is something else that all of you might like to know about me.  I absolutely adore watching men kiss my shoes!  Especially men I have just met.  Men who have only been out with me once or twice.  If I can convince them to kiss my shoes before I even let them kiss me on the lips that is the absolute best!  It is an incredible rush and huge turn-on to make them do it just for me.  To watch them mentally struggle and resist because they’ve never kissed a woman’s shoes before.  But they know that if they don’t I probably won’t bother to see them again and that means they might never be allowed the opportunity to make me come.  Their sad face as they consider that possibility is so sweet and pitiful but it totally makes me wet when a man finally kneels down and kisses the toes of my sexy shoes.  If I’m in a particularly feisty mood I don’t let them off so easily.  I insist that they also kiss the soles of my shoes and the tips of the stiletto high heels if I’m not wearing wedges.  That really puts them to the test.  Sometimes once they start making love to my hot heels it is hard to redirect their attention back to the rest of me.  Haven’t had a single man flat out refuse so far.  I can’t decide if it is because all men are born shoe worshippers and just need a little nudge to let it out or if all the men I meet are just that desperate to get into my panties.  It suits me either way. 

Lately I have been wondering if I could walk up to a complete stranger in a bar and convince him to get down and kiss my shoes in front of everybody.  I haven’t attempted it yet but I sure have had a lot of orgasms masturbating to the fantasy of doing it.  If I find the right moment when I’m feeling imperious, sexy and horny enough to pull it off I’ll be sure to give you all the details.

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CFMB

CFMB!  What’s that you say?  “Come Fuck Me Boots” of course silly!  What else could it have possibly be?  Fuck me boots are some of my favorite shoes.  I wear them any chance I get.  Here’s what the urban dictionary has to say on the topic….

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fuck+me+boots

The fuck me boots on urban dictionary are pretty sexy, but I’ve got a pair of CFMB’s that will blow your mind.  I just need to find an excuse to put them on for a picture.  I’ll think of something and I guarantee it will be worth your while to come back and take a look.

While I was hunting around for samples of CFMB’s I came across these: http://gadgets.boingboing.net/2008/04/30/pedometer-stilettos.html.  Stiletto heeled fuck me boots with a built in pedometer!  How have I survived without them.  It just isn’t a workout if you don’t have 4-inch heels on!  Can you imagine me wearing these at the local 24 hour Fitness?  The poor men would all be so busy staring in my direction that they would forget to run and fly off the back of their treadmills.  Or maybe even drop a barbell on the erection poking out of their little gym shorts.  Poor boys!

Well that’s about all I have to say for today.  I think I’ll go put on some CFMB’s and masturbate.  Yummm!

Kisses.