You know how it is, a long day spent working and running errands, standing in line longer than you'd like. "These look cute, I'll wear these today!" It isn't until later on when the regret starts to sink in, that slow and dull ache coming from your feet. Maybe you have a pair of sneakers slightly too small to fit your toes comfortably, your favorite heels that lack the proper support for your arches, or the straps of those cheap flip-flops that constantly chafe against the webbing between your toes.

What helps you get through the day? Knowing how satisfying it'll be once you get home, close the door behind you and finally being able to free those precious tootsies from their miniature prison.

It's a balancing act of sorts, having to choose between utility and aesthetics, with some days better than others. Boots might be good for an overcast with slight rain but would marinate your feet in the heat. Flats would have an easier time slipping on and off when it's hot out but wouldn't offer much protection against the cold and wet.

So, what happens when you're home? Well, remember that time you forgot to do laundry, so you didn't have any clean socks to wear? You thought, "All well, I showered so my feet are clean anyway. My Chucks should be okay." Your skin was almost sliding over the insole, your sweat having nothing to wick onto, other than the inside of your shoe. The sensation bothered you only slightly but it gradually got worse throughout the day, to the point where you started to worry.

A ticking time bomb, you know you'll eventually have to deal with your situation. You wouldn't dare take your shoes off in public or at work, you'd die of embarrassment if someone caught wind of your predicament. It isn't until you're in your car, in the privacy of the parking lot, when your feet effortlessly slide out from your shoes. You could almost feel the steam coming off of your skin, a slight tinge of sweetness behind the musk of your sweat. Although the scent isn't entirely delightful, it also isn't unpleasant. If anything, the odor is somewhat comforting.

The various scents and sensations come together to help you remember why you enjoy dressing up your feet and keep them looking nice. Your eyes begin to glaze over, mindful of all of those times where my tongue filled in the role of your soap. Using your soles as my canvas, my tongue would brush across your soft skin and paint my saliva over your arches.

It's those pheromones, they really do a number on me. You know once those shoes come off, it won't be long until you'll be pinned down over your back, folded in half, and being filled to the brim. It's your way of controlling me and I wouldn't have it any other way. Nothing but pure, animalistic sex.