POV: You’re lying back, completely still, the room dimly lit..
Added 2025-06-06 22:06:54 +0000 UTCPOV: You’re lying back, completely still, the room dimly lit with a warm glow. You feel the weight of anticipation before anything touches you. Then—soft footsteps echo across the floor, slow, deliberate. I stand before you barefoot, toes freshly painted, the faint scent of lotion lingering in the air.
I slowly glide my foot along your leg, teasing upward, the arch gently curving as it traces the outline of your thigh. My gaze stays locked on yours, playful, knowing. I press the ball of my foot just where you’re most tense, applying the slightest pressure, then easing back... only to repeat, slower this time.
You feel every shift, every flex of my toes, every silky brush of skin. I rest one foot on your chest—light, but grounding—while the other moves lower, tracing lazy circles with the tips of my toes, dragging time out like honey.
It’s not just touch—it’s control, it’s rhythm, it’s surrender. You’re here for every inch, every second. And I haven’t even started yet.
