I sit in front of you, barefoot and wet, with red toes and a wicked smile… and you already know what’s coming. You’ll worship each of my shoes, my arches, my toes, my heels - again and again - until your brain is fully rewired. I cross my legs slowly, letting my heel dangle… just enough to expose the soft, curved arch you crave. The rhythm of that subtle sway will haunt your thoughts - teasing you, training you. From now on, you’ll only get hard and fuck your wife thinking of my shoes and feet. Every time you kiss your wife - you’ll taste my toes. Every time you fuck her - you’ll imagine licking the inside of my shoes. I don’t need to take her place. I already own your desire.