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In the soft glow of her bedside lamp, she lies in wait, her heels still on, the straps snug around her ankles. Her eyes are closed, her mind a whirlwind of naughty thoughts. She lifts her hips ever so slightly, allowing her heels to dangle, the soles facing the ceiling. Her feet wiggle, the heels swaying like a pendulum, a silent, tantalizing dance. She imagines her heels being caressed, her feet worshipped, the thought sending a surge of warmth to her core. She lets out a soft moan, her heels dangling, her feet wiggling, her body yearning for more.