Lust & Fangs: Steamy Vampire Erotic Short Stories
I'd spent three years selling shoes at Pay-Less as a teenage boy, so I had a lot of experience with women's feet and Shelly's were incredible.
"Yeah," she sighed, tilting her head with satisfaction as I removed her left shoe. "You're a foot guy, I can tell. Some men like legs, some of them like tits or ass, but you like feet."
"Ahhh..." I cleared my throat. "I guess so."
"You're shaking like a leaf!" Shelly giggled. "It's okay. Relax, Bobby. Nobody's going to steal Christmas from you, I promise."
"I'm sorry," I said, for no good reason at all. I could feel myself blushing as well, and my hands were trembling as I cradled her naked foot.