I was just sitting there in my heels and nylons, feet kicked up on the counter, working on my laptop like I sometimes do right?

Until I slowly slide one heel off...
Then the other. 😌

Then I peeled my nylons off… No rush, no extra effort, just nice and slow… One at a time. And just like that, my soft, plump, pink, perfectly wrinkled soles are bare and right there for you guys!

Obviously he's seeing all of this too... And just like you would, he starts passionately worshipping them while I keep typing. (Well, at least while I attempt to keep typing.) Typically my soles draw a direct connection to my clit after a few hours locked in heels and nylons. 🤔🤤

Soft kisses, slow licks, loving sucks and playful goosebump inducing nibbles. Pure devotion… and I just keep "trying" to focus through it, knowing that little nuance just turns him on that much more. That’s when it hits me, just a cute, funny little thought, that I thought I'd share with you guys in fun:

I would never have to stress about jobs again if it ever came to it. Never have to update another résumé. Never have to worry about climbing the ladder the normal way. Because, if I ever wanted or needed, for any reason, these soles could make me the highest-paid secretary in the world...

The kind of secretary whose boss would gladly pay whatever it takes just to spend every morning on his knees, face buried in her feet. And the best part?

I’d still be the one with all the power. 😈

xoxo
-Gwen 💋