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Alone in her room, she slips into her favorite red heels, the clicking of the heels on the hardwood floor echoing her racing heart. She paces, her mind filled with images of her lover's touch, his eyes on her feet. She can almost feel his breath on her soles, his tongue tracing the arch of her foot. With a moan, she kicks off the heels, her fingers replacing her lover's, exploring every curve, every ridge, her body writhing in pleasure as she brings herself to the brink, her red shoes watching, waiting.