FootEnigma
Camille's Feet. 📖
He noticed everything about her. But most of all, he noticed Camille’s feet. Graceful, arched, and endlessly fascinating. She knew it, too. She saw the way his eyes looked at her when she slipped off her heels or painted her toes crimson.
One warm evening, after wine and quiet smiles, she slowly lifted her foot into his lap. No words. Just invitation.
His fingers trembled as he touched her, gently tracing every curve like she was made of glass. He kissed her ankle, then lower. Each toe, every inch. Worshipped every part of her like it mattered more than his own life.
Camille leaned back, eyes half-closed, letting him kneel. She rested her other foot on his chest, smiling. “Both.” He obeyed, lips and breath pressed against her soles, hands holding her like a sacred thing.
By morning, he was still there, asleep at her feet. She looked down at him and smiled. Feeling adored.