Boots boots boots

I am so glad winter is almost here. I can see you all shiver and shudder at the thought of it. I also hear those whispers behind my back, “Is he mad?”
Yes, I have also seen those eyes roll in the back of your head — and not just on the dancefloor!
There are a few reasons why I can’t wait for this time of the year. Boots, boots, boots!  Those of you who know me or have seen me a few times would know the answer to that question before I even would have to ask it.
For those of you who don’t know me, let me tell you why — I love boots!
I have boots for all seasons, in different colours and styles. Naturally this time of the year lends itself perfectly to wearing boots. Not that summer is any obstacle to my fetish.
I have had a boot fetish ever since I can remember — from at least when I learned to ride a mini-bike at the age of eight and wore my first pair, zipped and buckled up tight.
Since that day, I have dreams of sexy hot leathermen in boots. Dirty shiny rubbermen in boots. Rough bare-arsed  cowboys in boots. Tattooed hairy-chested construction workers in boots.
There is something about men in boots that I can’t seem to explain. Oh yes, I remember now — they make me hard and horny every single time!
I wear boots every opportunity I can. I even wear boots with my business suits. Yes, the rumours are true — I do have a whole wall in my playroom dedicated to boots.
Boots, however, do come at a price. They need love and attention. I love a boy in boots down at my boots giving them some love and attention. I also love a boy in shackles and cuffs, in a hood and collar, polishing my boots.
Let face it. I dream of boots — and those of you who have woken up next to me in the morning know I sleep in them as well!