Stairway to Heaven

She adores those platform sandals. The height gives her a rush, yet these heels feel even more wicked. She wears them indoors, pacing barefoot across polished floors, hips swaying, soaking up the attention only she can give herself. Every step down the staircase sharpens her heat. She pictures a man at the bottom, eyes dark, waiting to ruin her. The thought alone sends a rush of wetness between her thighs. She reaches the last step, turns, and slowly lifts one sandal to her mouth. Her tongue traces the shiny heel, then slides along the sole. She sucks the tip clean, lips gliding, savoring the taste and the dirtier fantasy blooming in her head.