Foot

What is it about the female foot? About Emily's foot? I can't resist it. And she knows it.

Driving, she'll remove a shoe, cross her legs, so her foot hangs over the middle of the car. Without fail, one of my hands leaves the steering wheel so I can massage her foot.

Sitting at home, on the couch, she'll put her feet up on my lap, knowing she need not even ask, need not tell, that I know what to do.

She knows my fetish for feet, legs, nylons. She knows, she uses it, to get what she wants.

I know she shares my fetish, though in complete reverse. She wants her feet touched, kissed, rubbed, pampered. She wants it, demands it.