Feet/Leg Play

When you touch my feet, something happens to me. It's not just physical—it’s a secret, a flicker of adoration I can feel ripple up my spine. There’s something exquisite about being cherished there, at the soft arch, the curve of my toes, the heel that’s carried every step I’ve taken. When your hands explore with reverence, I melt. My breath deepens. It makes me feel feminine in a way nothing else does. You see the parts of me others overlook, and that devotion… it rewires me. It makes me wet. Not just between my thighs, but in my mind. It tells me I’m sacred. And that is intoxicating.