Texture and toes.
My feet rest above the water, a quiet, innocent moment.
Delicate feet encased in soft fishnet stockings, toes peeking through the weave, simple and innocent.
A leather flogger enjoys the soft curve of my feet, its texture contrasting with the smoothness of my skin.
These feet don't want to get out of bed this morning. Let's sleep in.
A single moment of pure simplicity: my bare feet rest peacefully.
Soft feet gently caress the rough texture of the tree trunk, connecting with nature.