When I saw her bare feet I knew I had to have her. It wasn't a fetish, it was the freedom she embodied. Everyone bustled around her in business casual, and she moved at her own pace, one pink foot in front of the other. I wanted her to ask for a piggyback ride, her knees hooked around my elbows, delicate toes pointing the way. I wanted to be tangled in her world. I wanted her feet to dirty my sheets.
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