Pale fingers trailed up the hard shaft, from tip to base. Soft pads wrapped around the red length, exploring everything – the hard curves, the open straps. The shaft was rigid, begging the attention granted to it by those fingers.
Without lessening his current ministrations, a second hand sought out another, more swollen shaft. This length was much thicker, though not as long. His fingers couldn’t even wrap fully around and it sent his heartbeat racing, face flushing.
Reaching for another, a hand intercepted, gripping his wrist. Emerald green eyes turned, surprised, to ruby red.
“Enough with the damn heels, Fox.”
Well, there's my shoe porn. I think I'll work on doing another, however, because I really want to use innuendos with the shoe names...But! I must be off to visit our over-priced art store to finish up my project before class! I'll indulge in more