It’s What’s Underneath That Matters

by jtpetersauthor

There’s nothing so much like the look on a fetishist’s face when I reveal my nylon feet. The secret hiding beneath my jeans and in my shoes is suddenly out in the open, and I can tell immediately who has a “thing” for such secrets. I wiggle my toes, making the dark reinforcement dance and wrinkle, and there it is – a pair of eyes that can’t look away. I see you.