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Thick-Calved Knee High Boot Lovin’ Babes, Listen Up

I’ve got a secret for you, but first comes a story. 

So I ordered these adorable boots that just arrived a few days ago, two pair of the exact same knee high boots, one brown & one black. I open the box, super psyched to put them on and *GASP* they won’t zip half way up my thigh. This is only a slight surprise to me as I’ve had problems with knee high boots in the past. But I took my pinterest mind and started searching. And I have found the ultimate solution to my thick-calved problem. 

ISOPROPYL ALCOHOL IS MY NEW BEST FRIEND. 


I saw it on several different websites, spray the boots with alcohol and voila! You now fit into those sexy knee-high boots that you’re oh so depressed don’t fit. So, without further adieu let us do some learnin’ about this shit, okay?


Step One: cry about your boots because you paid a boat load for them, or you were thrifty and you’re still sad they don’t fit. 

Step Two: head to your nearest drug store and buy yourself a big ole bottle of 70% isopropyl alcohol. I paid 3.49, with tax for mine and I got a huge bottle. The smaller one is around 2 something! Stretching spray, which is 50% isopropo (which i will call it from now one) & water, goes for around $5-10

Step Three: Come home, marvel at your boots from across the room looking oh so lonely and not warn at all, because you’re about to put those babies on!

Step Four: Get a spray bottle, fill it half way with water and the other half with isopropo. Screw that lid on and, 

SPRAY SPRAY SPRAY THE INSIDE OF THOSE BOOTS. Spray it like a salt shaker. Spray it like you’re trying to make it rain on them bitches. There’s no need to get those toesies wet okay, just spray the inside calf part!

Then, slip those babies on and streeeetch the sides to get those suckers on. Boots got a zipper and you’re just so scared they won’t fit? Oh babe, they will. Trust me. These boots now fit like a glove, and not the kind that let’s your fat hang over the sides either. Sexy, glove-like knee high boots that have you feeling so hot and confident you’re ready to do anything. Leave the boots on for a few hours if you can so they form to your legs. 

Going to wear skinny jeans with those boots and you only spray them to fit those sexy naked legs? No problem!!!! Spray your boots before every wear and they’ll fit like a glove every time. 


That’s it. That’s the secret. Isopropyl Alcohol the shit out of your boots and never cry because they don’t fit over your calves again. Don’t spend money to ship them back. Don’t send them to some shoe repair shop who is going to charge you $50 to do the same thing you could’ve done for $4. Don’t spend money for wide-calved boots, unless you want to of course but I’m a college student and I’m not rolling in the dough. Also, have no fear this does NOT ruin the leather. 

Rock those knee-high boots, babes and be confident as ever!

Almost didn't make it

Well, I think it is safe to say that this has not been my week for planned wettings. Its finals week so obviously the number of times I can use the restroom at school is reduced, and this nearly cost me my dignity yesterday. I wore brown knee high boots, dark blue skinny jeans, and a pair of cotton, pink and white striped panties. I was taking the final for my 2nd class when I began to feel my bladder filling up. Slow at first but within an hour I really really had to go. I used my right hand to fill out the answer sheet, and had my left hand crammed into my crotch doing my best to hold it. As I moved my legs up, down, and side to side I regretted my decision earlier to not go after 1st class. An hour and a half into the test, I raised my hand and asked the proctor if I could take a quick restroom break, as it was an emergency. She said, “Absolutely not! You must finish the test first”. Deciding not to argue, I went back to finishing the test. By the time i finished 45 mins later, I was doing a full on pee pee dance in my chair and quickly becoming worried I wasn’t going to make it. I asked to go again and she said “ now that you are done, you may go”. Relieved at the thought that relief was only minutes away, I quickly got up, out of my chair. But that was a bad idea, as I stood 4-5 spurts rushed out into my pants. I grabbed my crotch, and 3 students looked at me in confusion. I acted like I hit my hand, and went off to the restroom..on the far end of the hall. Once out of the room, I inspected my crotch by pulling up on the front of my pants. Sure enough my crotch was a darker color than the rest of my pants..luckily it wasn’t visible to others. I hobbled my way down the hall, when I was only 5 feet from the door I stopped and gasped as I had no choice but to let go of my bladder for a good 6-7 seconds. I heard a faint hiss and felt the warm wetness crawling up the front of my panties and a few drops running down my legs and into my boots. I got ahold of myself and ran into the restroom. Luckily no one else was in there. I went into a stall, closed and locked the door, trembling, I was having problems unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. As I pulled my pants down, I took too long trying to take them off and just gave up on holding, the pain was too much. A violent stream came through my panties(at this point my legs were bent and I was seconds away from taking off my underwear and sitting down )and onto the butt part of my jeans, making a loud continuous “pat” sound. I grabbed and pulled down my panties faster than ever before and finished sitting on the toilet. 1 minute later I had finished and took a sigh of relief. Before I pulled my pants back on, I looked at what had happened and how bad it was. The white stripes on my panties were now dark yellow and they were soaked from the crotch up to the front with a line going through the middle of the butt. I put them back on felt the now cold wet cotton hug my crotch and front. My pants crotch was even darker than before, and had a dark spot at the lower part of my butt and a dark line up the middle. There was also a faint but visible line down my left leg into my boot. My sock was also wet. I rebuttoned and zipped my pants, did that little wiggle girls do to fix their pants and looked in the mirror. The wet spot covering the lower half of my butt and the line through the middle, as well as the line down my leg was all visible. (The leg wasn’t bad and you really had to look to find where it was.) Luckily the shirt I had on was a little too long for me and I was able to cover my butt. I went back to class and sat down, my wet clothes clinging to me the whole day. Later when I got home and changed, the pee had dried and needless to say my panties are now pink, and half white and yellow stripes. Sorry for such long stories, I try to describe the events as much as possible. Hope you liked it, and I’m sure there’s more to come😜

Walk With Me (Amongst The Leaves)

Steve x Reader


A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @onyour-left1918 sorry it’s late darling, working 6 days a week is kicking my butt. (Please feel free to request anything you want for your birthdays my lovelies!!!!!!!! <3)


Word Count: ~1500


Warnings: JUST FLUFF. LOTS OF LOVELY STEVE FLUFF.


Enjoying a brisk, fall day with Steve Rogers wasn’t on your to-do list, but when he looks like he needs it more than you, you bet your ass you’re gonna drag him out for some fresh air.

Originally posted by pandasubaru

Originally posted by livingstills


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  You hiked up your favorite brown knee-high boots, making sure to fold your fluffy cream colored socks over the top. You tugged up your tight fitting jeans and straightened out your cream colored sweater, making sure you looked good. You had noticed Steve Rogers was pouting around, sitting at his desk trying to clean up the mess that had happened with the Sokovia Accords.


  You had watched as Steve came back from Wakanda without Bucky, as he made amends with Tony. Tony had been pushing Steve hard, and Steve just took it all with a sad smile. Enough was enough, and you were going to make the man unwind, even if you had to drag him.

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Taste

Originals Imagine: Imagine the nogitsune eating you out while you’re on the phone with Scott

Author: Lupy22 

Reader Gender: Female 

Warnings: oral sex (reader receiving) nogitsune tricks reader, possibly triggering , fingering, and biting, dub con

Stiles had been your friend for years so when he had trouble sleeping at night you became very worried. It was easy for him to call you into an empty classroom after school. He was after all Stiles. Or so you thought. The moment you trumped into coach’s class in your brown knee high boots you knew something was off. It was just a feeling settling in the air. A feeling that told you, you were now in a game of cat of mouse. You weren’t the cat. 

You found that out when you heard the door slam shut behind you. The sudden sound caused you to jump and spin around. Stiles was at the door, dressed in all dark clothes and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. 

“Stiles.” You let out a breath of relief.  

His dark brown eyes scanned over your figure.

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Taste

Imagine the nogitsune eating you out while you’re on the phone with Scott

Author: Lupy22 

Reader Gender: Female 

Word count: who knows 

Warnings: oral sex (reader receiving) nogitsune tricks reader, possibly triggering , fingering, and biting


Stiles had been your friend for years so when he had trouble sleeping at night you became very worried. It was easy for him to call you into an empty classroom after school. He was after all Stiles. Or so you thought. The moment you trumped into coach’s class in your brown knee high boots you knew something was off. It was just a feeling settling in the air. A feeling that told you, you were now in a game of cat of mouse. You weren’t the cat. 

You found that out when you heard the door slam shut behind you. The sudden sound caused you to jump and spin around. Stiles was at the door, dressed in all dark clothes and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. 

“Stiles.” You let out a breath of relief.  

His dark brown eyes scanned over your figure. 

"You calling someone Y/N?” He asked. 

You looked down at your hand and noticed your phone was in it. 

"No, just checking the time.” You lied. 

Stiles tilted his head a little and that’s when you noticed something wasn’t right. The way he carried himself, the way he was looking at you, he wasn’t Stiles! Unfortunately you made the discovery too late. 

“ Your not Stiles.” You observed as you took a step back. 

The nogitsune smiled. “You catch on alot faster than your friends. I admire one that’s smart.” 

You tried making it for the door but the nogitsune reached out and grabbed your throat, backing you up to the coaches desk. He didn’t necessary choke you, but the threat was there, in his melted chocolate eyes. Your phone rang and the nogitsune looked down at the screen of your phone. 

"Scott’s calling. You better answer before he gets suspicious. You say one word and I’ll snap your little neck.” The nogitsune growled as he trailled doth hands to your hips before placing you on the desk. 

“ Hello?” You answered the phone. 

"Y/N where are you?” Scott asked. 

The nogitsune brought his hand from your neck, down your chest and pushed you down until your back was touching the wooden desk. 

” I’m at school, catching up on some homework.” 

When the nogitsune unzipped your pants you looked down at him with big bulging eyes. What the hell was he doing? 

“Which classroom, I need to get you. Something is wrong with Stiles.” Scott spoke on the other end. 

The nogitsune pulled your pants and boots off in one smooth motion. If only Scott knew. 

” Yeah, I noticed that too.” you agreed as you kept your eyes on the spirit that was possessing your friend.  

The nogitsune pulled your pants off your ankles. What was he doing? He stood up and placed a hand back around your neck while using the other hand to dig into your panties. Was this even happening? You couldn’t believe it. What was worse was that you completely enjoyed it and you wanted so much more. 

“Remember, not a word.” He whispered, giving your neck a quick squeeze. 

You let out a quiet gasp when you felt one of his slender fingers push through your wet folds. 

” You saw him? When?” Scott drilled. 

At this time the nogitsune released your throat and sank down to your thighs. He gave your inner thigh a light kiss before pulling your wet material down, off your legs. 

“Um when did I see Stiles last?” you asked, trying to think through the cloud of fog in your mind. The nogitsune bit your inner thigh hard. 

” Owe!” You yelped . 

“what?” Scott asked on the phone. 

The nogitsune spread your legs wide and licked a stripe up your moist folds.

” Nothing I… I stubbed my toe.” You lied. 

That was when you felt the nogitsune swirl his tongue around your clit. You became completely lost in the state of bliss and ecstacy. Scott was saying something but your brain couldn’t register what he was saying. The only thing you could think was how good that warm tongue felt on your clit. 

“Scott, I gotta go.” You hung up the phone and felt the device slip right through your fingers. 

You were so close and you didn’t want anything to stop it. The nogitsune grabbed your hips and dragged his tongue all around your clit, then went back down to your entrance. 

You let out a quiet screech in surprise when he sucked on the clit, brining you crashing down into a glorious orgasm. 

Before you could even recover the evil spirit stood up, looking down at you. 

” You really are something else aren’t you? “ He asked. 

Before you could reply a loud knock pulled your focus. Scott’s voice came from the other side of the door. 

“I’ll be back for you.” The nogitsune whispered in a calm voice. 

His hot breath tickled your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You jumped off the desk to get dressed and he was gone.

His New Anchor --- Liam Dunbar Imagine

Part 8

warnings: swearing

I put on skinny jeans, brown knee high boots, a matching brown belt and a white long sleeve collared shirt rolled up to my elbows. I start straighten my hair. “Kiddo, time to-oh you’re already awake…and dressed.” Dad says opening my door.

“I couldn’t sleep anymore.” I lie and he nods.

“Alright.” He says and leaves to go downstairs. I let out the breath that I was holding and finish my hair. I put on makeup and then go downstairs.

I grab my phone and try to check it. Shit. This is Liam’s phone. How did I get these mixed up? I stuff it in my bag and go into the kitchen. I grab the bag of mini chocolate doughnuts and start eating them. I grab the milk out of the fridge and drink out of the jug.

“No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend.” Stiles says, coming down the stairs.

“Says the one dating a dog.” I smirk and he points at me.

“True.” He says, taking the milk from me and drinking it.

We get to school and Amber runs over to me. “Hey!” She says, linking arms with me.

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Gear Up Guide: Valiant Explorer Outfit

“Inspired by renowned aviation pioneer Amelia Earhart, the Valiant Explorer outfit combines style elements prevalent during the Golden Age of Flight. As a base layer, Lara wears a grey linen long-sleeve undershirt paired with tan cargo pants. For added warmth at high altitudes and in snowy tundra, a 1930’s leather aviator jacket with a wool lining cinches at the waist for added insulation. A red silk scarf adds a pop of color while a brown leather holster, gloves and 1920’s knee high boots round out the look. “

- Brenoch Adams, Art Director

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Hi my name is Antimony Wildf’re Pyromania Ember Carver and I have long fiery red hair (that’s how I got my name) with pink highlights and flared tips that reaches my mid-back and bright blue eyes like hot flames and a lot of people tell me I look like Surma Stibnite (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Elliot Carver but I wish I was because he’s a major hottie. I’m a fire elemental but I’m not usually on fire. I’m also a student, and I go to a school called Gunnerkrigg Court in England where I’m a tenth year (I’m sixteen). I’m unusual (in case you couldn’t tell) and I mostly wear blue. I love my mom and I got all my clothes from her. For example today I wore a blue peasant blouse with cute buttons and a pale pink wraparound skirt, long white socks and knee high brown boots. I was wearing beige lipstick, purple eyeliner and purple eyeshadow. I was walking around outside the Court. It was sunny and there were no clouds, which I was very happy about. A lot of teachers, including my father Mr Carver, stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them.