|About the Book|
Alice is enjoying a nice day reading in the park, when a man stops by to ask if he can take pictures--of her feet. Some laughs and some beers later, and Alice is learning all about the delights of dating someone whos a self-described foot pervert:MoreAlice is enjoying a nice day reading in the park, when a man stops by to ask if he can take pictures--of her feet. Some laughs and some beers later, and Alice is learning all about the delights of dating someone whos a self-described foot pervert: foot rubs, licking, kisses, and something more.Explicit: This 3,900 word erotica contains a man doing some very dirty things to a hot girls feet.Excerpt:Alice got back on her stomach and kicked her feet up behind her, wiggling her toes in the breeze.She looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a sexy smile. “Like this?” she asked.He didn’t say anything—he was too busy snapping pictures, his cute pink mouth open.She liked him crouching down behind her, taking pictures. It made her feel vulnerable and sexy at the same time.“Hold on… Let me…” His touch was tentative, tickling between her toes. “There was some lint,” he said.“Foot pervert touching my foot,” she teased.He blushed and grinned at that. This time he wasn’t tentative. He trailed his finger from her big toe and down the curve of her arch, a prickling sensation of pleasure.“Oh,” she said. “I didn’t expect it to feel that good.”He beamed at her, sex and confidence.Jake, Jake, Jake she chanted to herself, because everything that was going on was so hot she was afraid she’d forget his name and then he’d never want to talk to her again and she was awful at names.“Can you cross your ankles?”She did, her knees sliding a little apart as she did.“Um, I can see just a little bit of your underwear. Is that okay?”Her face blazed red and she was glad she’d opted for some silky turquoise boyshorts instead of her normal cotton briefs. “Yeah, that’s okay.”She fanned her toes, rubbed her feet together, while he kept taking pictures. She wondered what he’d do if he knew she could knit her toes together, like two clasped hands. It was something she did when she was bored. She snuck another peek at him, and at the bulge showing in his pants. Maybe save that for their second date.“Okay, would you mind kneeling, with your butt on your feet?”She felt like a pinup model as she posed for him, and she gave him her best cheesecake smile.“That’s perfect,” he said.