You actually have soft skin on your feet. I'm surprised. I guess I just expected them to be rough and not appealing. I laugh.

"what's so funny?", you ask and shift self consciously on the bed.
I had been laying with my head on your stomach, but the plump, pinkish, skin on the soles of your feet had caught my eye. I went down for a closer look and found myself delighted. Your toenails are pearly in texture, your toes strong and long. The skin of your feet, silky to touch. I run my hands softly over them and you twitch.

"What are you doing?", you try to sound stern, but there is laughter in your voice. I discover something new. You have ticklish feet.

" I love your feet", I admit and stroke your cute pinky toe.
"Ah, you're developing a foot fetish now?", you tease.
" Hrmm, maybe", I giggle and put your toe in my mouth. The shock of my warm tongue and soft lips around your toe makes you jump and chuckle at the same time.

" Stop that"
" You don't like it?"
" I didn't say that". You laugh again and it's contagious. We're playful, giggly and cheeky. The warm glow in the room has nothing to do with the setting sun streaming through the window, and everything to do with our love, lust and orgasmic satisfaction.

I turn my attention to your ankle. The skin here is soft and delicate too, quite remarkable in such an obviously strong, muscular man. I trace the veins I see and put my lips to your ankle bone. I can't help but notice that other parts of you are enjoying all this foot action and I smile. Who knew you had erogenous zones in your ankles? I study your hard thighs and defined calves. Mmmm, you have the nicest legs. You catch my eye and raise your eyebrow, you think I'm looking at something else. Typical man.

" See something you like?", your voice is low and sexy and it stirs me, but I want to continue this journey of discovery around your body. I want to personally meet every follicle and pore, touch every nook and cranny, kiss every scar and bump. Know every inch of you intimately.

I sigh as your eyes twinkle mischievously. I know now what love feels like. Every imperfection is gorgeous to me and every aesthetically beautiful part of you is made even more delectable in my eyes. My hands on your skin feels so right, the taste of you sweeter than the most exotic fruit, the smell of you making me reel with desire. It's a feast for the senses.

I slide up to put my head on your chest. The deep thud, thud of your heart like a lullaby. My eyes are heavy. I'm content.

Our fingers entwine, my legs over yours, our bodies pressed together like a mosaic of flesh.
I look down at our feet, side by side. Your toe rubbing up against the sole of my foot. I smile.

"I love your feet" I say again. And you laugh.