[Comments:
* The below story is entirely fictional – a fantasy concocted in the darker depths of my mind on a train journey written for my own, and hopefully other’s, enjoyment.
* While reading it, if you think it sounds familiar, that’s because it’s a resubmission of a previously deleted story, which I’ve made tweaks to (for the better I hope).
* Yes, there is a foot fetish element to it. Though it’s not the whole story, and I don’t think I go overboard. But if this isn’t your thing, feel free to not read on.
* This is my first such story (excluding the previously deleted one) so please do leave feedback.
* Finally, if the story triggers some unpleasant memories, please do speak to someone, ideally a professional.
Enjoy!]
**Finally putting an end to my niece’s baiting**
“I’m home, babe.” I announce after an especially long day at work.
Silence. No reply from my wife. But then I hear bare footsteps patter from the bedroom opposite mine, and a chirpy, youthful voice.
“She’s still at work Uncle Jay, they were short staffed and she’s doing the full day now.”