The Naughty Things I Imagine You Doing with My Feet

You probably think I don’t notice how much you stare when my feet slip out of my shoes, but I do. And every time, it makes me wonder what’s going through your mind.

I imagine you close, curious, reaching out to trace your fingers along my arch just to feel the heat that’s built up from the day. I imagine your breath catching when my toes flex and stretch, a silent invitation you can’t ignore. You’d want to know everything about them, how soft they are, how they smell after a long day, how they’d feel pressed against your skin.

Sometimes I picture teasing you without a word, brushing my foot against your leg until you can’t tell if it’s an accident or a game. You’d have to decide whether to stay still or give in. And I’d smile, because I’d already know which one you’d choose.

That’s what I think about when I look at you. The quiet, almost-forbidden thoughts that build between us and never need to be said aloud. <3