I stood there, waiting in the dark. I had just seen her this morning, but I couldn’t resist the urge to steal another glimpse of her flawless beauty. If she ever found out I was watching her, I can’t imagine what would happen. It was a situation I had fantasized about, that is for sure. However, reality rarely resembles fantasy. A sudden cold draft shook me from my thoughts. I wrapped my crude clothes tighter around myself, which only helped a little; I’m not much of a tailor.

Suddenly the darkness became light, and I heard her footsteps approaching. I already knew what she was wearing, but I wanted to see again anyway. It really didn’t matter what she was wearing, she would have looked good wearing a garbage bag. It was a very tasteful business suit she had picked out this morning. Dark blue, with a very tasteful pair of matching pants. Her dark hair was in a ponytail, but I had seen her wear it down before, so I knew she always kept it about shoulder-length. She had very nice hair. She had the most beautiful brown eyes; they seemed to be deep and caring. I could see that she was wearing her favorite lipstick, a dark red. Her nail polish also matched her lipstick. Her skin was a smooth white; it looked almost silky. I thought to myself how wonderful it would be to feel her skin.

I watched her go about her business for the next few moments. I had seen her routine many times now, although I never tired of watching her. First she went to her closet and kicked off her pumps, next she hung up her suit and stockings, slipping into a long silk robe. Then she would usually go take off her make-up and crawl into bed. She usually read a book or magazine for about an hour, and would go to sleep shortly after.

I watched her walking towards me. Her feet came closer and closer to me, before she turned and sat on her bed. She sat there for a moment, and I watched her feet. They couldn’t have been more than 20 feet away. It was hard for me to resist the urge to touch them, her feet looked so soft, but I knew it was very dangerous. Moments later, she lifted her feet and slipped under her covers.

Well the show was over for tonight, and it was getting colder, so I decided to return to my home. It became dark again as she flipped off the lights, and I began my long trek back home. I knew that tomorrow would bring the promise of another great show.

I awoke in a cold sweat. I had the dream again last night. It’s really more like a nightmare though. In this recurring dream, I find myself in the middle of her bedroom floor. It’s the middle of the day, and it’s very bright. I’ve never figured out why I would be in the middle of her floor out in the open, but dreams don’t have to make sense. I’m standing there, and suddenly I hear her footsteps approaching. I turn and look up to see her bare foot lowering onto me. I scream and fall to the floor in shock, but there’s no way to escape now. I’m trapped there, waiting to be snuffed out under her sole. Her sole softly touches my skin at first, and it feels heavenly, softer than I’d ever imagined. But then, the pressure increases, and I’m forced roughly against her sole, the pressure increases even more, and I start to feel pain throughout my body. I feel my bones start to crack, and her flesh is smothering me. Just when I think I’m about to be crushed to death; I awake. It’s a disturbing dream; one I could do without.

I got out of bed and stretched slightly. Next I got dressed for the day, and decided to check my food supply. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I surveyed what was left. It was painfully obvious that I needed to go searching for food as soon as possible. That would have to wait though; it was time to watch her leave for work.

I took my usual position under the safety of her bed. It wasn’t long before I heard her alarm clock sound off. I heard movement above, and the alarm stopped making noise. I saw her legs drape over the bed in front of me, positioning her feet in front of her slippers. She slid her toes into the slippers, and then reached down with her hand to finish pulling the slippers on over her heels. It was a magnificent sight; I never grew tired of watching this in the mornings. I guess she was in a hurry that morning, because she started getting ready for work instead of eating breakfast. She went into the bathroom and showered, and did her hair and make-up. Then she went to her closet and picked out a black business suit. She grabbed the matching pants and stockings, and a pair of black low-heeled pumps. In less than an hour, she was out the door. She must have had a meeting or something.

Now that she had left, I could move more freely about the house. I looked out in front of me to the left, and there were her freshly discarded slippers. It probably wasn’t one of my better ideas, but I decided to have a closer look. As I grew closer to her slippers, the aroma of her feet grew stronger. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell; it was intoxicating. Any doubts I had before, were now gone. I walked up to her left slipper, which was overturned. It said on the hard leather sole, “Isotoner Size: 8.” From looking at these slippers up close, it was clear that they were bigger than me. Her right slipper was not overturned. I walked up to the shoe, and peered inside. The outside of the slipper was black satin, with a bow made from lace on the toe. The inside of the slipper was lined with suede. I pushed down on the side of the slipper, and climbed into it. I knelt down on the insole and pushed my hands into the material, it was very soft. It was still warm with her body heat. The suede was slightly damp. The aroma of her feet was surrounding me now. I lowered my face to the insole and inhaled deeply. The scent of her feet filled my nostrils, and it was heavenly. I looked ahead to the toe of her slipper. I would not be able to kneel or stand in the toe, so I would have to crawl inside. I crawled into the toe of her slipper, and the air thickened. There was even more of her scent in here. Half of my body must have been inside the toe of her slipper. There wasn’t much light, but I could make out the indentations of where her toes sat in the slipper. I lowered my face and licked the indentation of her big toe. The taste was strong and salty, but to me it was like ambrosia. I wanted more of her feet; I continued licking the indentations of her toes until I had no saliva left. The warm air that surrounded me felt good on my skin, and the aroma was stimulating. I lay on my back, looking up at the roof of the slipper. I lay there for several minutes, before I had to go. I didn’t want to leave, but I needed to search for food.