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Let it Snow: A Foot Fetish Story
Let it Snow: A Foot Fetish Story
Let it Snow: A Foot Fetish Story
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Let it Snow: A Foot Fetish Story

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The weather outside is frightful... and Ethan hates it. But maybe Winter won’t be all bad this year. He has a hot new neighbor who is sending some serious signals. But how will she react when she learns that Ethan has a foot fetish? Well, it turns out Ethan isn’t the only one with secret fetishes...

LanguageEnglish
PublisherKayla Rhodes
Release dateJul 3, 2020
ISBN9781393168966
Let it Snow: A Foot Fetish Story
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Kayla Rhodes

Kayla is an author of erotic short stories, specializing in weird kinks and misfit niches. Check out her website if you have any story requests!

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    Let it Snow - Kayla Rhodes

    Winter has always been my least favorite season. It’s boring. It’s cold. The majority of it is spent cooped up indoors. The salt on the road messes with my car. But for me, the worst part is you never see a lady in sandals in the middle of winter.

    At least in Spring and Fall sometimes they wear those cute ballet flats or heels, which gives you some hint at what those precious gems look like underneath. But in Winter? Nope. It’s just boots. All the time. Nothing but goddamn boots.

    As the snow continued falling outside, I pulled on my own boots as I prepared to shovel my driveway. I’d opted for a house closer to the street with a larger backyard, so my drive was relatively short. I lamented this when I attempted to have parties, but it sure was nice when it was time for shoveling.

    This particular snowfall was the wet, heavy kind. It was the sort that not even the most creative kid could turn into a decent snowman, and not even the most optimistic of poets would describe it as beautiful. It was grey, and sloppy, and gross.

    As I plunged out into the mess, I noted that I wasn’t the only one on my street looking to get a head start on the shoveling before it got dark. The woman across the street – she moved in two months ago, but we still hadn’t been formally introduced, much to my neighborly discredit – was out as well, lifting

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