Your wife is at work… and you finally take your chance to escape the dull routine. Marriage feels like a cage, doesn’t it? You crave something forbidden — something that makes your pulse race again.
You find yourself kneeling, eyes drawn to my red stilettos, the sheer vintage stockings wrapped around my legs, the soles that pull you deeper into your weakness. You should be fucking your wife, but instead, you’re naked, trembling, and worshiping my feet like a desperate fool.
You thought you could control yourself — but you came too soon, and now you’ll face the consequences. I own your lust, your guilt, your every thought. And when she comes home, you’ll still taste my sin.
