Farrah fell in love with Lane a long time ago. He was a family friend, a little older. She was a teenager—and a boy, back then. When she confessed her love to Lane, he disappeared from the family’s life.
Since those days of teenaged angst, Farrah has come to identify as a woman. Her transition is well underway when she arrives at her niece Maggie’s wedding weekend. Though the family’s all there, the last person Farrah expects to see is Lane—a little older, more dashing than ever.
The love she felt for him in her youth surges to the fore, and she knows this is the man she’ll build a life with. But will Lane’s secrets drive Farrah away for good?
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language, shoe fetish, and orgasmic toe-sucking.
EXCERPT:
Raising
one foot off the floor, she set it in his lap so the substantial heel pressed
into his thigh, causing a little indent.
“Explain it to me, Lane.
What do you love about shoes?”
“It’s
not just the shoes, strictly speaking.”
He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the arch of her leg. “It’s the foot in the shoe, and the
ankle, and the calf. It’s the rub
of bare skin, bare flesh, against the inside of the thing, or else the silky
sheen of hosiery. It’s a
complicated brew.”
“Sounds
like it,” Farrah said with a smirk.
She probably didn’t need to push her dress down so he couldn’t see up
the skirt, but she did anyway, just in case. It’s not like he’d see anything even if he did look, but
that almost wasn’t the point. She
wasn’t really sure what the point was.
“May
I?” he asked, both hands hovering around her ankle like he was about to
throttle it.
She
said yes, even though she wasn’t quite sure what she was saying yes to. This was Lane. It didn’t matter. She’d do anything for him.
“God.” Lane moaned as he circled his fingers
around her ankle, feeling up and down her calf like he was pumping a giant
cock. “Oh Farrah, you have
beautiful legs.”
“Thank
you, Lane.” She wondered if he was
thinking about what her beautiful legs had looked like when she was young, when
she was a boy. They’d been hairier
then, of course, but now she had them waxed. Hurt like hell, but this damn body came with too much to
shave.
“Can
I take off your shoe?” he asked.
She
shrugged. “Sure, I guess.”
“Can
I smell it?”
***
Mmmmm....feet. I loves me some feet. Can you tell?
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Another great read, Giselle - as if we could expect any less from you! Thanks for giving me the chance to review.
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