Dear Diary...

I'm loving the fall weather, but I suffering from a summer hangover. My tan is fading and flip flops are all packed up.

At least it's time to unpack all my boots. Something about my boots brings out the forceful diva kitty in me.

Just the sound of the zipper pulling it up to my knee. It just empowers me. I can push him on his back to submit to my will. I love just slightly pushing my boot in his upper thigh making him beg for more.

Who needs Halloween when my boots are made for more then waking
 

Happy Friday