She presented her delicate long toes an invitation.
Her damp peds socks a hint of what was to come.
The fabric peeled away revealing grimy soles craving adoration.
Each curve a testament to pure foot worship.
She ignored you a master of her craft.
Her glistening oiled feet shimmered under the light.
A silent command in every pose.
Your gaze drawn to her stinky soles.
A mesmerizing dance of desire.
She was a goddess owning you.
Her feet a throne of power.
Every movement a calculated pleasure.
You were her human footstool.
Her authority undeniable.
This was Felicia foot worship a fantasy fulfilled.
The scent lingered long after.
Every detail etched in your mind.
The thrill of her power.
A memory to revisit.
