Présentation de l'éditeur
This is an adults-only collection of stories, some 13,500 words long, with a strong foot fetish theme.
So he's looking at me. Clearly he finds something about me fascinating. I yawn, stretching right up towards the ceiling of the train carriage. I know how to do that and put all my assets on show. I hold the pose for longer than I need to, watching him from the corner of my eye.
Interesting. His attention was drawn by my stretch, his eyes went quickly down me, and then he looked away again. He's had plenty of time there to check me out, and he didn't. I scratch my head, feeling an itch on the top of my foot. Absent-mindedly, I go to scratch it with my toe, and then the penny drops.
He's staring at my feet! There's no other explanation. And it's now obvious why he wasn't that interested in my other show. The poor young boy has a foot fetish. Well now! I smile to myself and scratch my cheek. It's so endearing, how he's trying so very hard not to get caught. And I suddenly realize how much I appreciate the attention he's giving me. It doesn't feel like how it feels when someone blatantly stares at my ass, or down my cleavage.
I suppress a giggle, and I uncross my ankles, setting my feet down side by side, soles pointing directly across the carriage at the stranger. I let him notice that for a while, then I begin gently rotating my ankles, flexing my toes, letting them describe lazy circles in the air. One foot, then the other foot. Then the first foot again. And then I look him in the eye again.
It takes him much longer to notice this time. He's completely off his guard, transfixed by my show. He literally jumps in the air when he finally finds out he's being watched, and...could it be? I go for the video app on my phone again. I'm sure he's blushing. I'm sure of it.