Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447
Once a week, I like to let my hair down, get wild and crazy, and go dancing at the local bar. It’s my Boot Stomping Night Out, dressed for dancing, with my leather boots on. These are special. Knee-high, 4-inch thick heels, and so well worn, they wrap perfectly around my muscular calf. There is nothing like music flowing through you and an absolute desire to stomp on more than the barroom floor. Getting boozed up is fun, especially when I know I will get what I want from an unsuspecting man who’ll become my victim.
Boot Stomping Night Out
I must admit there is a special charm that always brings me back to this wonderful, naughty location of mine. The music gets me pumped just like the Jack Daniels, making it impossible to resist stomping in my leather boots. There is something so free about dancing and stomping my boots, gathering the attention of those around me. I can see the lust in the men’s eyes and the jealousy in the women’s eyes. Turning heads Is so much fun, especially when I am in control. Naturally, the more I guzzle the amber-colored liquid, the less I care about what happens to the poor man I’ll lure into my bed.
I decided to take a break and order another drink, settling into an empty seat. It was less than a minute later, I felt a persistent tap on my shoulder, startling me from my daydreaming. A tall, good-looking man of about 6 foot 2 towered over me as I sat on the barstools.
“My friends bet me a thousand dollars tonight that I can not get a kiss from every woman in this bar.” He said with a slurred, hungry twang. He looked me over, eyes scanning my slightly sweaty body. I noticed his eyes locked on my boots for a long minute. He shook himself out of whatever thoughts were taking over and looked back into my eyes. “Now I am willing to give you 50 dollars of it ’cause so far, you are the only one I haven’t kissed.”
Looking up with a bored look on my face, I said: ” Take off, sweetheart. I’ll only kiss you when I can kick you in the nuts. Oh, and double that price. ”
He stepped back with a guilty look on his face.
He hesitated. His Adam’s apple bobbed several times. I knew I had found my victim. Rising from my barstool, I started to walk to the door. My boots make a definite clack on the polished hardwood floor. Just before leaving, he came up to me, hesitantly catching my arm. Before he had a chance to say anything, I slipped a piece of paper in his pants pocket. ” You know where to find me, sweetheart, If you really want that kiss. ” I exclaimed, smirking at him.
I was just settling into my car when my phone rang.
Ball-Stomping Miqala
844-33-CANDY
(844-332-2639)
ext 447
https://phonesexcandy.com/miqala/