Red Soles Rev His Engine: Fetish Feet

In the dimly lit garage, she steps out of her car, her red-soled heels clicking on the concrete. She's dressed to tease, her skirt short, her blouse unbuttoned. She knows he's watching, his eyes on her feet, her heels, her soles. She walks towards him, her hips swaying, her feet in full view. She stops, her heels inches from his face, her feet demanding his attention. She says, 'You like my feet, don't you? You like the way they look in these heels.' He nods, his eyes never leaving her soles, his fetish fully consumed.

• fetish
• feet

• feet