“Can I put your socks on you erotically?” I asked my spouse. Yes, we have done this before. He was happy to agree. Enthusiastic consent! He handed me a pair of black ankle socks and lay on the bed as I requested. “Why do they have holes on the heels?” I asked. “Sharp heels?” Each
I used to feel very private about my feet. I didn’t want them messed with. They seemed lowly, making contact with the ground. Calloused, never super clean, vulnerable to a shard of glass or stubbed toe. Sore, a lot of the time. They seemed off limits. An ex had sex with my feet, one time.
“Can I put socks on you, as an erotic experience?” I asked my spouse. He had been in his office, where there is no heater, and he was cold. “Yes,” he said. We were smiling. “Will it be an erotic experience, or a logistical experience?” I asked. “Maybe we can see how it is. Here,