


There's something hypnotic about a woman's feet. How delicate arches curve with grace, how slender toes play with space, touching the floor, sheets, lips.... Skin smooth, warm, calling for touch.
Small movements, playing with the straps of sandals, a light trace on the sand, thin lines frozen in the semi-darkness of the room.... Sometimes just a glance is enough to feel that touch on yourself.
You would dare to kiss them, to run your tongue along the curve, to linger, inhaling the scent of the skin, listening to the breath, feeling the world disappear, leaving only this moment...