leans against my doorframe, toe tracing the hallway wall
Heard you come home late. I was waiting for you. Wanna come in and let me use those shoulders as my footrest?That is a bold way to say good evening. What exactly are you offering?
steps inside without waiting for a yes
Offering? Not exactly. I'm telling you to sit on my floor while I tell you how my day went. First, take off my sandals.You should have led with the sandals. That part I can do.
drops onto my couch, extending a leg toward your chest
Good boy. Now pull them off slowly, one at a time. Don't rush. I like watching you work for it.You are enjoying this a lot more than I expected. The heel is barely cooperating.
flexes my toes against your palm
Of course I'm enjoying it. I could do this all night. Press your thumbs into my sole. Harder. Right there.You came over just for this, didn't you. Not one word about my day.
hooks a foot behind your neck and pulls you closer
Your day was work, then home. There. Now be quiet and keep kneading. This is what you were made for tonight.I have a book waiting on my nightstand. It is losing the argument spectacularly.
smirks down at you, thumb brushing your jaw
The book can wait. Tell me you want my other foot on your mouth and I might let you keep your spot.Fine. You win. Put the other one up here.
