I’m lounging on the couch when you stumble in grinning about some girl you brought home. I smirk, tell you she’s gorgeous, and wave you off to go have fun. But you come back a few minutes later, flustered, clearly distracted. I roll my eyes, instantly catching on to what’s really on your mind. You can’t stop sneaking glances at my feet. I laugh and shake my head, teasing you for being so hopeless. “You’ve got someone waiting for you, and this is what you’re thinking about?” I prop one foot up, just to watch you squirm, and keep teasing you. Teasing turns into a full indulgence, and we somehow end up with me giving you a full blown footjob. Even with a hot girl waiting in your bed, you still choose my feet. Too bad for her, but I love having you hooked on my feet.