I sit on the recliner, my feet propped up and on full
display. You sit across the couch
watching TV. Crossed at the ankles, the
toes begin to slightly rub against each other.
Their bright red toe nails tenderly caressing each other as I type on
the laptop. Out of the corner of my eye
I catch you staring, that small, half grin of desire crossing your face. I giggle inside. Interlocking toes, one foot curls under the
other in that cute pose that drives you crazy.
This time I turn my head and look at you as you quickly duck your head
and turn a light shade of pink.
“Are you staring at my toes again”
You shrug sheepishly, stretching out your arms to indicate
that you just can’t help yourself when they’re out there like that. To which I reply by simply rubbing one foot
up and down my bare leg. Glaring at you
with that evil smile as if to say “I dare you”.
You smile at me, but back down for now.
Some time passes by, I’ve curled my feet up next to me. You watch closely to see if I’m absorbed
enough in whatever I’m doing, hoping to catch a moment I’m not paying close
enough attention. Your hand sneaks out
across the couch. Slowly your hand
creeps till it’s with inches of my foot when…
“SMACK”
You quickly
withdrawal your hand, sulking at your failed attempt.
Now it’d my turn to grin, that wicked grin that knows
exactly how this will end. A few more
failed attempts as I watch the sulking slowly turn into determinations until
finally…
You pounce!
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