You’re not supposed to be watching this... but you are. Hidden down there—right at my feet—spying like the filthy l*ttle addict you are. The camera’s low, quiet, unnoticed. I dangle my heels carelessly, let them slip and sway, stretch my arches, expose my soles... all while thinking I’m alone. You stay silent. You don’t move. You know better. This isn’t for you—none of it is—but you keep watching anyway. Ignored, unseen, obsessed. Every second forbidden. Every glimpse a stolen thrill