Or is it “L*ttle Miss Mind Melter” that you’ve taken a fondness to referring to me as? I mean, obviously you’ve never actually called me that out loud to my face LOL, could you imagine explaining that??

Fantasy world aside, how do you realistically tell your step mom, that she melts your mind in such an intimately s*xual and often indescribable way? Fantasy hopes aside, how do you look me in the eyes and tell me just how soft, sexy, shapely and mind melting the soles of my feet really are to you?

And that would only be half of it right hun? Then you’d probably have to blurt out how insanely perfect it is, that I not only run my own executive company (Which means seeing me strut around the house in high heels & nylons ALL the time... Nylons that always seem to be remarkably sheer I might add.) but that I’m ALSO a yoga teacher?

(Aka, bare soles on a yoga mat, flexing, popping & scrunching their way picture perfectly through a hot yoga practice, while they get softer, pinker, sweatier and sexier...)

Like, how did your step-father happen to marry a woman who was practically made to fuel every aspect of his step-son’s foot fetish? Crazy right? Yea, you try not to think about that too much either, your mind already has enough melting to contend with seeing my ridiculously pretty soles on display on such a regular basis!

“Regular” is a key word to you with this too isn’t it? It’s like ALL the time! It legit seems that whenever you’re around, whenever you stop by, my soles seem to find a way to get bare and propped up prominently on display!

As a matter of fact, my soles drive you so f*cking insane, so f*cking often, that it doesn’t seem like a “regular” or “normal” thing, on the contrary, its seems out of the ordinary. Extraordinary even!

You’ve tried to convince yourself that it’s just a coincidence... It has to be right? You have been VERY sly about eye f*cking my feet and keeping cool about your utter inflation with them! Granted, you’ve stolen a couple candid shots of em’ here and there...

Me soles up on my tanning chair out in the back yard, or propped up on the arm of the couch when I’m watching TV, and you’ve been j*rking off to those pics on a pretty nightly basis for the last year, but you were careful, RIGHT?

I mean, other than what seems like a deliberate sole s*x show that I almost always seem to be nonchalantly putting on, I’ve given no verbal or direct cues that I’m aware you’re lusting over my bare feet, so WHY does it seem like I’m destroying your mind with them on purpose!!?

Like, the last time you stopped by to see your step-dad, I came home, said my hello’s to you, and while doing so, didn’t go change into something cozy, but instead slipped off my hot, sweaty heels, and remained in my l*ttle bl*ck dress and ultra sheer nylons!

You could quite literally see every inch of my soles softness, and every single detail of my insanely detailed sole wrinkles, as I sat down and propped them up on the coffee table in front of me! NOT sitting next to your step-father, but seemingly sitting on the side cushion of the couch, directly across from you with my nylon soles on full display!

Or when you came by to visit today!!

When you arrived, your step-dad was cleaning up and prepping dinner for us, while I sat in the fireplace room reading. I WAS wearing socks, but for SOME reason, I had decided it was time to slip those soft, thick, fuzzy, warm things off at your arrival!

By the time you said hello and sat down, I was already barefoot once more, and once more my bare soles were on full display, putting on their usual mind melting show!! Gosh they look soft & pretty don’t they??

Once more you were trying to wrap your mind around how/why this was happening weren’t you? This HAD to be on purpose right? RIGHT?! Maybe it wasn’t?! Maybe I was just relaxed, comfortable, and enjoying my drink and book while waiting for dinner? I mean, woman have been relaxing barefoot since the dawn of time right? Maybe I just like to be barefoot?!

But then why did I just totally and c*mpletely glance down at you like that!? I know you’re sitting in direct view of my soles, and that look seemed more like a quick check, didn’t it? It was like a “Is foot boy lost in my pretty soles yet” look? WTF am I trying to do to you? Why is your step mom knowingly driving you sexually insane by using your foot fetish against you?!

Why am I crossing them like this? Do I know foot guys love the whole “crossed soles” thing? But how would I know that? Why am I wearing like, THE PERFECT amount of toe rings & anklets?! Sure, girls tend to wear a toe ring here and an anklet there, but I’m wearing 3 toe rings that all look f*cking incredible on my long, tasty looking toes, and several cute anklets!!

And what is that utterly divine smell your smelling you wonder!? Uhh, I finished up at the office, went to hot yoga, peeled away my sheers and pumps to practice, got home and had a nice, hot shower, and then your step-father rubbed my feet with a foot cream he bought me... Soooo, I’m guessing what you’re smelling is my amazing feet?

Maybe nylons & heels + Hot yoga + Steamy shower + Sweet coffee bean foot lotion = “Holy F*CK you want to marry your step mom’s perfect feet?!”

You thought strongly about getting up and helping your step-father with the cooking and cleaning, not because you wanted to leave such a breathtaking view, but because you thought enduring too much more of it was gonna stop your heart! But the truth is, you weren’t all that sure you could move! You were like a blissful deer in headlights, staring into the soft, beautiful, d*ck warming art that was the soles of my feet!

Besides, standing up would also mean showing off the raging erection, that you were currently able to hide in your seated position...

Isn’t it fun that your step-dad’s making us dinner? Such a good man he is! I’m just gonna keep enjoying my drink and reading my book until it’s time to eat! Try to keep your face from melting off... Well, your face while I do so

Xoxo
-Your Mind Melting Step Mom! ????

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