When I got home one afternoon, I found Theresa sprawled out on the couch, smiling sweetly at me. What made me do a double take was the fact that my girlfriend had her shoes off — and socks, as well. Both of the latter were folded neatly and thrust into her flats. It certainly wasn’t the first time I’d seen Theresa barefoot. I’d caught glimpses of her feet in the shower, and in the bedroom, of course, and she owned several pairs of open-toed shoes. But as you’ve probably guessed by now, it wasn’t exactly a regular occurrence.

I guess I’d better explain.

Theresa and I have been together for three years. In just about every way we’re compatible. We both love books, cooking and silly movies — and both of us have a thing about feet. That is, I’m turned on by... Leer Más