A Fixed Future of Feet

Douglas was self-destructive. That much everyone knew. But he was finding even that had its limits.

Valentina was a beautiful woman. She had a big ass, big tits, beautiful feet ... but intimacy, such as it was, was only feet. He was splayed before her, kissing the soles of her feet, smelling the remnants of another visit from D-Train...but should he let his hand slide up past her knees ...

She slapped it crisply using her shoe, scowling at him.

"Feet only," she said curtly. That was his future. Feet.