Sole Satisfaction

The room is thick with the scent of tobacco and the anticipation of forbidden pleasure. A woman, clad in nothing but her birthday suit, lies back, her feet the focus of her attention. She takes a long, slow drag of her cigarette, the end glowing like an ember in the dim light. Her feet, her "cigarette holders," are her playthings tonight. She traces the smoke along her arches, over her heels, around her toes, each touch a spark of sensation, each puff a tantalizing tease. She smokes, she plays, she indulges, her fetish a dance of fire and flesh.

• fetish
• foot
• cigarettes
• smoke

• feet