A Library of Sensual Aromatic Fiction

Wide, plush soles that swallow your view. Thick toes that grip slow. Her weight above you is the only heaven you crave.

Savor the rank scent of surrender, bend to the heel of authority, and devour the sweet jam of devotion.

Where strong toe-points weakens you with every wrinkle you count, and the agony of gains is captured in the scent of her feet.

Ceremonies of unconditional admiration, devotion, and appreciation. Declarations of love with acts of submission to the beautiful feet of women.

Monumental Women, diminutive men. Those who know their place find themselves at her feet. Those who don't find themselves under them.

The confident click-clack of stilettos. She steps out of them, damp soles sticking to the floor as she approaches. Blindfolded, handcuffed, you feel warm silk sheer brush your lips — the scent of her caseload still on them. The sensory of hose and heels.

Well-seasoned feet that have been around the block, mature toes ready to tame the cocky, and sensual soles to seduce the obedient.

For those of us who appreciate the scent of an 8 hour shift, or lounging around the house in slippers on the weekend.