She sits, legs crossed, shoe-less feet dangling, socks clinging to her soles. 'Remove my socks,' she orders. You comply, peeling off the soft fabric, revealing her bare feet. She wiggles her toes, inviting. You take the hint, lowering your head, feeling her skin against your lips. You start at the heel, kissing, licking, savoring. She moans, her feet squirming in your hands as you work your way up, each touch more electric than the last.