Flowers may brighten Amy’s day, but feathers really light up her night!

At the high-end, exclusive restaurant filled with snooty patrons, Amy slid her foot out of her high-heeled, feather-tipped shoe and began to tickle me with her toes. I’d like the men in the audience to know I didn’t flinch. I’m accustomed to my girlfriend’s sensual antics.

She maneuvered her delicate toes up under the cuff of my gabardine slacks, clearly trying to get a rise out of me. I cut my steak without any indication that an electric shiver was working through my bones. This was a five-star restaurant, after all, one that we normally wouldn’t have visited. The patrons around us were decades our seniors. We already stood out. 

Only when she landed her foot directly into my lap did I suck in... Read More