[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.
* 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 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.”
*So, another evening with my wife’s niece, Safi*
“Oh right. So we’ll have to sort dinner again, then.” I said with a sigh. “Day off today, Safi?”