She loves the feel of her silky socks against her skin, the way they cushion her feet, making each step a sensuous experience. She sits, crossing her legs, her high heel tapping against the floor. She uncrosses, runs her hand up her leg, pausing at her ankle, and slowly unrolls her sock. Her foot is bare, vulnerable, and she loves it. She leans down, her tongue darting out, tasting her own skin, her own desire.