You'd like to taste your teacher's delicious feet

She sets her lesson plan aside and slides one heel free, watching your eyes drop immediately. You can't help it. The arch of her foot, the soft curve of each toe — you've been staring since September.

She notices. She's always noticed. Now she props her bare foot on the edge of her desk and tilts her head, patient the way only teachers can be, waiting to see if you'll finally close the distance.

Your mouth is already dry. You sink to your knees on the classroom floor, fingers wrapping around her ankle, and bring your lips to her sole.