Falling for me is easy.

The thin fabric barely hides anything. I step closer, and you can’t tear your eyes away from my legs.

The hard part is trying to forget how I put you on your knees.

How I pressed my heel into your chest.

How I ran the toe of my shoe across your lips, then let you kiss the arch of my foot.

Now every time you close your eyes, you feel the scent of skin and patent leather again.

Your cock hardens at the mere thought of my feet. Your body remembers how I sat on top of you without taking the heels off, and how the stiletto dug lightly into your thigh.

It can’t be undone.

This hunger won’t fade.