It was a cold December morning, but Annie was warm and cozy under the covers. She stretched out under the soft sheets as she blinked her eyes. The sun was barely starting to come through the blinds. She snuggled back against her husband’s large frame. Her butt pressed up against his crotch as she wiggled into him, hoping to feel him get hard. Neither of them had to get up yet, and she was in the mood for a quickie before leaving the bed's warmth.

Annie and Jeff had become a couple nearly a decade earlier. Annie had moved back to her small hometown to accept a teaching job at the local middle school after she finished her degree at the state university. She had always been pretty shy and had been bookish in high school. She had trouble making friends in the bigger city and missed her parents and the charm of the small, tight-knit community. So when she had the opportunity to move back, she didn’t hesitate. Her parents had also been thrilled to have her back, especially because she stayed with them while she saved up some money after college.

Jeff had been a few years ahead of her in high school. He had been the captain of the football team and the life of the party back then. They hadn’t interacted much at the time because they were in entirely different social circles, even within the small town. He was big, burly, and handsome, and every girl in town seemed to have a crush on him. After high school, he had worked at his dad’s hardware store in town.

When she moved back to town, a friend she had reconnected with at church set her up with Jeff for a blind date because she thought they would be cute together. At least, this is what Annie had thought at the time. Annie was shocked when she found out who the date was and was sure there must be a mistake. Her apprehension had quickly been subdued when she had spent time with him. Despite his rugged appearance, he was kind, gentle, and clearly very charmed with her. She had been swept off of her feet immediately.

Jeff tells it differently, though. He insists that he had seen her come in and sit a few pews up from him one Sunday. Right after the service, he had asked around to try to find out more about the beautiful woman he didn’t recognize. Annie did have to admit she had changed since she had graduated high school. She had been a late bloomer. In college, her bust had filled out, and she had gotten into fitness as a way to burn off stress after hours of studying. She had also found her sense of style and figured out the right way to do her makeup for her porcelain skin color. Her long raven hair, which had always been messy in high school, was now one of her best features. Once Jeff had figured out who she was, he begged one of her friends to set them up. The rest was history.

They had a whirlwind romance fit for a Hallmark movie. Dates out to the local diner for milkshakes and long days relaxing on Jeff’s boat on the river. He had charmed her parents easily, and his younger sisters welcomed her into the family like she was one of them.  After six months of dating, he proposed on a warm summer night where they had spent the evening watching the stars from the bed of his pickup truck. Her parents weren’t surprised since Jeff had asked for her father’s blessing beforehand. The two families were thrilled, and wedding planning had started immediately.

Six months later, they were married in a big ceremony on his dad’s property, with half the town in attendance. His sisters were bridesmaids, along with her oldest friends. Jeff had never been more handsome as he waited for her in his blue suit at the end of the aisle. Her father had cried as the pastor had pronounced them married. It was everything she could have ever wanted and more.

They were both very traditional in most ways, and they hadn’t wasted much time before they had started trying to start a family. By the time Annie was twenty-five, she was pregnant. A couple of months later, an ultrasound confirmed she was going to have twins. It was a surprise, to be sure, but twins ran in Jeff’s family, and they were thrilled to welcome George and Jacob.

They had decided to stop having kids after they were blessed with the twins on their first attempt. Jeff had had a vasectomy since she had felt terribly with any attempts at using birth control.

The boys were almost impossible to tell apart when they were little, but now they were starting to have at least some subtle differences. They had just turned seven and were full of energy. The boys were so rambunctious it was a full-time job just trying to keep up with them. Thankfully, they lived near both of their parents, who were more than happy to watch their grandchildren anytime they needed.

Annie had been excited to return to work after having them, but it had been a point of contention in their marriage. Jeff was very traditional and felt she should stay home with the kids like his mom did. She had ended up getting what she wanted since the second income really helped. On top of that, last year, she was promoted from teaching in the classroom to assistant principal of the middle school, which came with a nice raise.

Jeff had long been the manager of the hardware store, but he essentially ran it for his dad now with the help of his younger brother. Hardy’s (his father) Hardware had been a staple of the town for forty years, and the people of their small town were loyal, which gave them some security, even with the chain stores that popped up everywhere.

Over the years, Jeff had been a devoted husband, and they rarely fought. Things were almost perfect, except for one area. They had slowly fallen into a bit of a rut sexually.

Annie’s religious upbringing and her reserved demeanor carried over into their sex life. She had held out while they dated as best she could. There had been moments of weakness, but they had saved the ultimate deed for their wedding night. After they were married, their sex life was consistent if vanilla. Once or twice a week, Jeff would take her in missionary. If Annie were lucky, she would cum first, but it didn’t always happen. She didn’t mind, though. She still enjoyed being with him and how much he seemed to enjoy it.

Over the years, though, they had slowed down, which was natural. Jeff didn’t have the same drive now that he was in his mid-thirties, and Annie had gained some weight with her pregnancy. These contributed to the current status quo of sex about once every four to six weeks. Neither of them seemed to be perfectly happy with it, but it was hard to break the routine after a while.

Around a year earlier, Annie had gotten her promotion and, with it, a significant amount of free time in the mornings without having to prep lesson plans. She had been determined to regain the confidence she had lost when she gained weight during pregnancy. Since then, she had gone back to exercising like she had in college, and she had gradually gotten back to her pre-pregnancy weight for the first time in nearly eight years.

She was very pleased with the progress she had made. Her tummy had become flat, her legs toned, and her face looked several years younger than her age of thirty-two. Despite being in much better shape, her confidence in her looks still felt like she was the bookish girl in high school. The other thing that had come with her getting back in shape was a steadily increasing sex drive. Unfortunately, her lack of confidence was reinforced by the lack of sex in her marriage. Despite some efforts, they couldn’t seem to break out of their rut.

Annie wiggled against Jeff again with a little more force, trying to get his attention. She felt him start to stiffen against her as he shifted to get comfortable. Jeff had been working long hours and had been extra stressed since one of the chain hardware stores had opened in town. Hardy’s was doing well, but Jeff was feeling the pressure. She knew that stress was contributing to why he was so tired… and their sexual issues.

Jeff’s hand found her hip as she put pressure against his shaft to keep stimulating him. He was slow to pick up on what she wanted. It had been a difficult adjustment when they had gotten married. To just be allowed to have sex suddenly. The guilt didn’t go away when they had walked down the aisle. Even now, she wasn’t comfortable being the one to make too obvious of an effort to initiate sex. She had spent such an extended portion of her life with anything sexual being sinful that it was hard to break from that and admit that she needed him so badly. It was supposed to be the man who wanted sex. Women weren’t supposed to crave it.

It had been weeks since they last made love, and she was craving him and the fullness that came with him being inside her. They had maybe fifteen or twenty minutes before the time he usually got up to get ready. She leaned back against her husband, trying to get him to take the hint and hurry. She turned her leg outward, subtly moving his hand from her hip down to her inner thigh between her legs.

Jeff let out a slight snore.

Annie sighed, knowing that she would have to wait and try again another time. At least it was almost the weekend.

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George and Jacob were running around the backyard, playing a game incomprehensible to anyone but them. Annie watched them through the glass door at the back of the house. They were both in thick jackets with hats and mittens. She could only tell them apart because she had dressed them in different colors.

Snow still covered the ground from a couple of days earlier. The boys seemed to be having a blast as they ran through it and occasionally stopped to make a snowball to throw.

Sundays had always been one of her favorite days since the hardware store was closed, and Jeff would be home. After church, Jeff usually watched some of the games while she cleaned the house. In the afternoon, she would have some time to herself to reset before the next week of work.

Today, she had taken a long bath while she read a few chapters of a novel. She had just started dinner while keeping an eye on the boys outside.

George seemed to be winning whatever game they were playing, but she didn’t understand the rules. She smiled, content watching how happy they were.

“What’s for dinner?” Jeff asked as he came in from the living room.

“Steak, sweet potatoes, lima beans,” she said, feeling him come up behind her and kiss her on the back of the head.

“Sounds amazing,” he said, as if she hadn’t made it a thousand times. “I can’t believe we’re only a few weeks from Christmas now.”

“I know,” she said, “it seems like we just started the school year, and we’re almost out for the holidays.”

Jeff looked out the screen door over her shoulder. “They’re growing up fast too. Won’t be long before they know that you-know-who isn’t real.”

Annie laughed. “I’m not sure I’m ready for them to get that old just yet. It’s so much fun watching how excited they are for Santa to come.”

“Speaking of Santa, has he gotten all the presents yet?” Jeff asked. Typically, Annie did the majority of Christmas shopping for the kids as well as for their parents. Jeff would usually help come up with the bigger gift ideas for the kids and help put them together. Last year, they had gotten a swing set, and Jeff had been up half the night putting it together before the twins woke up.

“Not quite. I still need to find a few small gifts for the stockings and another gift for your mom,” Annie answered. “It seems like things get more expensive every year. I tried to give us a budget this year and then had to go over it anyway to finish getting everything.”

“Yeah, a lot of the items at the store have gotten a good bit more expensive this year,” he told her. “I’m sure that’s true for other stores, too.”

Annie stood in silence, watching the twins chase each other around the yard.

“I was reading an article the other day about someone making thousands of dollars a day selling things online that they bought in stores. Or maybe it was the other way around.” Jeff said, a look of deep thought on his face as he tried to remember. “Honestly, I don’t think I read it that closely.”

“I feel like I see things like that all the time with people doing crazy stuff,” she said as she walked over to check the timer on the counter.

“Oh, yeah?” Jeff said absentmindedly.

“Yeah, like people even make money by selling pictures of their feet!” Annie said, recalling one of the more ridiculous things she had read about.

That got Jeff’s attention. “What?” he asked.

“They sell pictures of their feet!” Annie reiterated.

“Why would anyone buy that?” Jeff asked, confused.

“It’s like a fetish, Jeff. Some people are really into feet,” she laughed at her husband's bewilderment.

His expression showed how horrified he was by that, “Seriously?!” he asked. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I don’t have a foot fetish,” she said, loving his reaction to this revelation. Jeff had lived a sheltered life in this small conservative town, and sometimes it showed.

“There are some weird people out there,” he said, shaking his head.

Annie wanted to continue messing with her husband to enjoy his reaction. “What do you think about me selling some pictures of my feet online?” she asked him as seriously as she could muster. She still had a slight smile on her face as she held in her laughter.

“I mean, you have nice feet, but I have a hard time believing that anyone would pay money to see them,” he said, still doubting that it was something people actually did.

“I’m telling you, it’s a thing!” Annie was animated as she tried to get Jeff to believe her.

The timer went off, and Annie went over to silence it before she took out the steaks and put the pan down on the countertop.

“Well, I’m sure people would love yours then,” he said as he hugged her tightly. Annie wondered if that were true. She didn’t know what an attractive foot looked like. She loved the feeling of his arms around her.

“I don’t know about that,” she said, hoping he would add more praise. The back door flung open before he could answer, though. The twins came in like a tornado through the kitchen.

“Boys!” Jeff said loud enough to get their attention. “Go clean up for dinner and then help your mom set the table.”

The twins ran off to change, with Jeff following behind them to supervise. Annie’s heart felt full as she looked at the snow-covered landscape out the window. Christmas would soon be here, and nothing was better than the holidays.

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After dinner, they watched TV and then put the boys to bed. Jeff climbed into bed while Annie washed her face. She had on a pair of thick flannel pajamas for the cold evening.

When she came out of the bathroom, Jeff had already closed his eyes and had his back to her side of the bed. The floor-standing mirror she used to get ready most days was against the wall by the dresser. She looked at herself in the dim light of the bedroom. The baggy flannel pajamas were markedly unsexy, but she thought she still looked good, all things considered. The

She slid under the covers and wrapped an arm around her husband, rubbing his chest.

Jeff shifted as they found a comfortable position. She snuggled up tightly to him, thankful for how warm he was now that the weather had gotten cold. He was like a furnace under the covers. His size had been one of the most intimidating things about him when she first started dating him, but it also made her feel incredibly safe.

He still seemed to be trying to go to sleep, so she nuzzled his ear gently. “What, Annie?” he asked her without opening his eyes.

“I just thought maybe we could have some time alone to focus on each other,” she said, trying to allude to what she wanted without explicitly saying it. Good girls don’t ask for that.

“I’m so tired,” he said, “and I have to get up early in the morning to meet a shipment that’s coming in super early. Can we wait until tomorrow?”

“Fine,” Annie said, colder than she had meant to.  She could feel the frustration of being turned down, and it had an immediate effect on her self-esteem.

She turned away from him and closed her eyes to go to sleep. Jeff sighed behind her, and their rut continued.

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Annie sat quietly in the back of the small classroom, a notepad and pen in hand, as she observed the young teacher going through the math lesson. She could feel how antsy the kids were with Christmas break looming large. It was the last day of class before the break, after all. There was a low hum of kids whispering and chairs squeaking as they shuffled impatiently, waiting for the bell to ring. The teacher at the front of the class struggled to keep everyone focused, but Annie noted that she was well-prepared and clearly explained the material. It was hard to find good teachers these days, but this one was new, enthusiastic, and was already beloved by her students.

Despite trying to keep her attention on the lesson, Annie’s mind drifted to Christmas and all she still had to do to prepare. First, she had to finalize several reports for work by the end of the calendar year. Then she had to finish getting presents, wrap them, and figure out when they would spend time with each side of the family.

Annie attempted to refocus on the evaluation at hand, but the holiday preparations proved to be a persistent distraction. She went through her mental list of gifts she still had to get and about how few nights they had left to fit in some of her favorite movies with the kids.

The bell rang, and Annie rose from her seat. The students poured into the hallway as their excited chattering filled the school. She smiled and briefly talked to the teacher, reassuring her that she was doing an excellent job before she made her exit.

Annie made her way through the bustling hallway. Lockers lined the walls with students grabbing books and items from them for their next classes. Colorful posters here and there announcing various school events were on several classroom doors as she wound her way through the crowds. It was the same middle school she had attended, and it felt like little had changed.

She walked past the cafeteria, where the aroma of lunch wafted through the air. It was pizza, she could tell. The echoes of lockers closing, the shuffling of papers, and laughter from the kids filled her ears until she reached the seclusion of her office.

Annie sat at her desk and logged into her computer to dive into her overflowing inbox. She powered through for half an hour, sending emails to parents, teachers, and even a school board member who had questions about their academic performance for the year.

As her fingers gracefully moved over the keys, her thoughts drifted to her husband. She looked at the framed picture of the two of them on her desk. It was from their vacation over the summer, and she was in the best shape she had been in years. The effect on Jeff had been palpable. It had been like they were on their honeymoon again, and they had made love almost every night that week. After they got home, though, things went back to normal.

Annie could feel how pent-up she was with sexual energy. She wondered if Jeff would be in the mood that evening after he had put her off the night before. Her mind replayed the last couple of days and the interactions with her husband.

She found herself thinking about a different conversation they had had in their kitchen. Annie had always thought that women posted on the internet for money or attention, but now she wondered if some of it was for validation. Annie struggled because she felt attractive when she looked in the mirror, but it didn’t always feel that way from how her husband reacted to her.

She looked at herself in the picture on her desk again, liking how she looked but wondering why that wasn’t enough to have Jeff chasing her the way he used to. I mean, for crying out loud, there were guys out there turned on by just feet! She pushed her chair back and put her feet up on a small ledge underneath the desk that she often used as a footrest. Her eyes lingered on her feet.

A strange idea crossed her mind, but she shook it off and returned to work. She was determined to leave for the holidays without anything left on her to-do list.

Annie updated the school website to include their new student of the year. She added the upcoming sports schedule for January. She brought the secretary a form to fax. The minutes went by slowly. She couldn’t get it out of her mind.

She finally gave in to her curiosity and picked up her phone. After ensuring it wasn’t connected to the school’s Wi-Fi, she searched on her web browser, “Sell feet pics.”

The first page of the search was full of websites and forums where people sold or posted feet pics. There were links to pages and videos of people describing how to make money by selling feet pics. Annie tried to avoid any sites that had nudity or anything too scandalous as she looked through them.

Finally finding one that seemed to fit what she was looking for, she clicked on it and scrolled through the pages, looking at the posts of feet in various positions. She read some of the comments complimenting the women who had posted pictures. A yearning to feel that attractive, to be wanted, filled her.

Annie thought momentarily, tempted in a way she had never been before. It felt like she was watching someone else filling out her information to make an account as if she had no control over herself. She used her personal email that she knew Jeff wouldn’t see. She filled out the essential information for herself. She was tempted to lie about some of the information, like her age, weight, etc, but something seemed to push her to put in her real information. After all, none of it was identifiable.

Once she finished making the account, she sat silently, looking at her phone. She wondered if this was something she could really do. Would people even bother to look at her pictures? If they did, there was no telling if they would react positively.

Her feet slipped from her flats, and she removed her no-show socks. She looked over her feet. The nails had been done several weeks earlier but no longer looked fresh. She didn’t think they were anything special, or at all sexual, for that matter.

Annie took a deep breath and tried to mimic some of the pictures the other women had posted. She took some from up close, others from further away. She tried turning her foot toward the light and even used her phone’s portrait mode to be a little more artistic. She felt incredibly foolish as she took a couple of pictures.

This is crazy, Annie thought as she tried to get an angle she liked. What was she doing? She sat back in her chair with a huff. The mother of two wasn’t sure what had come over her, but the temptation had passed a little. She closed the tab for the website and started to put her shoes back on.

Annie knew she had just been frustrated lately with the lack of physical attention. Her love language had always been physical touch. Her desperation this morning exemplified how much of an effect it had on her. Her porcelain cheeks blushed, embarrassed that she had seriously considered posting pictures of her feet for strangers on the internet.

She decided to put it out of her mind and get back to work. There was too much to do and too little time before the holidays.

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Annie woke up to a cold bed. She couldn’t remember Jeff leaving earlier in the morning, but he was gone. He must have had another early morning down at the hardware store. It was still dark out, and the twins weren’t even up yet. She picked up her phone and scrolled through social media, looking at reels for a few minutes as she prepared to get up.

Climbing out of bed, she slipped off her pajamas and turned on the shower. She stepped under the showerhead and let the scalding hot water run down her body. She could feel her muscles relax as the bathroom filled with steam.

She planned to go into town today and look for some small gifts for Jeff and the boys. She also needed to go to a mall in the town a county over to shop for her mother-in-law, but she might save that for a different day. She worked shampoo into her hair as she relished the heat of the shower.

They had already made plans to spend time in the upcoming week with both of their families, but she had also made sure they reserved some nights for them to stay home. She had wanted to have a chance to watch some Christmas movies with the boys. That was always one of her favorite memories growing up with her parents.

She made a mental list of the movies she wanted to watch as she shaved her legs carefully. No other holiday had movies like Christmas. No matter how many times you watched them, they never got old. Finishing up in the shower, she dried herself off before moving on to her hair and makeup.

She put on blue jeans with a thick sweater. Because of the cold weather, she paired this with her black leather boots that came to just below her knees. She zipped the boots up and did one last check in the mirror. Even in the thick winter clothing, her slender physique was apparent, and her long raven hair falling down over her shoulders made her look more exotic than she really was. She turned to go, pleased with how she looked for the day.

She gathered up the twins and dropped them off at her parent's for a few hours with plans to finish her Christmas shopping. Annie made her way into town, driving slowly to look at the Christmas decorations. Some had giant inflatables that had been popular for the last few years, while others had more traditional lights, but almost every house had something.

They would have to bring the twins to look at the lights this week, she thought. Looking at the Christmas decorations was another tradition she had always loved.

As her car passed by the hardware store, she looked to see if she could catch a glimpse of Jeff. Hardy’s Hardware. She had to admit that Hardy was a great name for someone who started a hardware store, but her favorite part was the smaller lettering underneath that read, and sons. She didn’t see Jeff, but the store looked busy, which was good.

She turned onto Main Street. All of the shops were festively decorated, with twinkling lights along the rooflines and in the windows. Every street light had a wreath on it, and she could see the Christmas tree in Main Street Square in the distance. It looked like the kind of picturesque town you would see in magazines and was one reason the holidays were so special growing up here.

However, her attention turned back to driving as the shoppers were out in full force. The sidewalks were crowded as families and individuals went from store to store. Annie turned into a parking lot and was able to find a spot quickly enough. It was only a short walk to the shops. The brisk air felt rejuvenating, and she watched the fog each time she breathed out, making sure to savor the feeling. There was nothing better than the holidays.

Annie made her way through some of the local shops. At the bookstore, she found a book for George’s stocking. It was a story about a frog going on an adventure, and she knew that Jeff reading it would bring it to life. She bought some chocolate for both of the boys at the candy shop. A small rubber ball that bounced higher than any she had ever seen was something that she knew they would love as well. She wasn’t in the mood to drive out to the mall, so she decided to keep looking through some of the stores along the main street.

She stopped at a small boutique clothing store owned by her friend Susan. She had known Susan since they were little. They had grown up together in school and went to church together, though they were not close friends when they were younger. She had welcomed Annie into her friend group when she had moved back to town and had also been the one who had set her up with Jeff.

“Merry Christmas!” Annie greeted Susan when she stepped out of the cold. Susan and her husband had kids about the same age as the twins. Susan was fair-skinned with bright red hair, a large bust, and wide hips with an affable personality. Annie absolutely adored her.

“Merry Christmas, Annie! Doing some last-minute shopping?” she asked, putting aside the magazine she had been looking at.

“I was, but then I wanted to stop in and do a little shopping for myself,” Annie said with a laugh.

“Well, always happy to have you. All of the new arrivals are on the racks over there. Just let me know if you need any help. There are quite a few things that I knew would look great on you,” she said, pointing out a few of the clothing racks.

“Thanks, Susan,” Annie said before looking through some of the clothes. She wouldn’t mind finding a few things to wear for some of their upcoming events. After picking out a skirt and a couple of dresses, Annie returned to Susan.

“Oh, great choices. Those will look great on you,” Susan said as she inspected the items. “Jeff is going to go crazy for you in these,” she added with a wink as she led Annie to the dressing room to try them on.

“I don’t know about that,” Annie said, trying to brush the compliment aside. Susan let her into the dressing room and left her to try them on.

Annie slipped out of her sweater and jeans before trying on the clothes she had picked out. She took her time, trying to see if they were flattering on her.

One of the dresses would be perfect for church. It was a dark green, long, and flowing. The skirt would be nice to have too. The other dress was a little too short for her taste, coming up several inches above her knees. She liked how it made her legs look, but it wasn’t becoming for a mother and wife to be wearing in public.

As she looked at her figure in the new clothes, she wondered what people really thought about how she looked. Annie caught herself. Was she really that desperate for validation? Jeff said she looked great. Most people complimented her regularly, but what else were they supposed to say? She knew she couldn’t get an objective opinion from them. Besides, Jeff didn’t have the same ‘can’t keep his hands off of you’ energy he had when they were younger. If anything, that was the most objective answer she could get.

She sighed, still frustrated with their lack of lovemaking lately.

Her eyes fell down her legs and to the floor. Her boots were still off. She felt the temptation rearing its head again. She went back and forth, thinking about how Jeff would react if he found out. It might be crazy, but it was harmless, she thought. I mean, after all, it was just pictures of her feet.

She awkwardly tried several angles with her phone and finally took a picture that she thought looked decent. Like Jeff, she didn’t think that there was much sexual about feet, which she rationalized made it not a big deal to post on the internet. She tried not to think about how other people might find it sexual.

She selected the picture and uploaded it. A moment later, her post appeared on the forum wall. Annie held her breath as she waited, refreshing the page every few seconds. Nothing yet. She refreshed again. Nothing. She felt a pang of disappointment.

Putting her phone down, she changed out of the dress and back into her jeans and sweater. She zipped her boots up and decided to check her phone again. The anticipation was killing her. One like, she saw. Okay, it’s something at least, she told herself. You just have to give it some time.

“Found everything you need?” Susan asked her as she walked up to the counter. She took the skirt and dress to fold them and ring her up.

“Yeah, you always have such cute stuff,” she answered. Susan checked her out as they talked about the holidays and upcoming plans.

“I can’t wait for Thursday. It’s been too long since we’ve all gotten together,” Susan said. Annie knew she was right. Everyone had been so busy the last couple of months that she had only seen Susan a couple of times and Alice once. Beth had been dating a guy that was taking up most of her time. Alice had had a lot to say about that.

“Too long,” Annie said. “We can’t let it go this long.” Susan came around the counter and hugged Annie.

“It’s so good to see you. Thanks for stopping by,” Susan said as she handed Annie the bag of clothes.

“I’ll see you in a few days at lunch,” Annie told her as she stepped out into the cold.

She took her time walking back to her car, the crunch of the snow under her boots and the cold air heightening her senses. The picture she had posted kept barging into her thoughts. It was so out of character for her to post something like that that it made her feel like a hussy. She was usually careful even about what she posted on social media and had a rule that she wouldn’t ever post pictures of herself in a swimsuit. She had always dressed pretty conservatively, considering her upbringing, and she had only grown more conservative after they had gotten married. She felt very guilty about posting online, but honestly, she doubted it would even get any attention.

She tried to put it out of her mind and to enjoy the rest of the day out and about.

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Annie entered the kitchen and set her bag from the boutique on the counter. There were a couple of hours before she needed to pick the twins up from her parent's house, and she figured she would use the time for some personal relaxation.

She picked up the book she had been reading off the nightstand and took it to the living room, where she curled up under a blanket to start reading. The book was a rom-com detailing a couple that was obviously going to get together on their journey from enemies to lovers. The male lead was clearly already falling in love, while the female lead continued to try to hate him. There was no real suspense, which is one of the reasons Annie loved these kinds of books.

The characters were always a perfect match for each other, even if they didn’t realize it. He would have a mysterious past that would reframe his flaws in a way that made them endearing and humanized them. She would admit her fear and insecurities, and he would prove she could trust him. These kinds of stories always had a happy ending, and they always ended before relationships became a slog or felt mundane.

It was that excitement of a new romance that she wanted with Jeff again. The ravenous craving for each other that had made them barely able to wait until their wedding night before they tore each other’s clothes off. She could still remember struggling to stop when they were in the backseat of his truck on the side of a dirt road. His hands under her clothes, his lips on her skin. Now, it seemed that everything was routine. The passion was mostly gone unless they were on vacation, and even then, it wasn’t the irresistible, insatiable desire for each other that would make them pull over onto the side of the road.

She thought about the post she had made earlier. The excitement she felt was like what she had felt when they first started dating. The uncertainty, the novelty of it all. It was killing her not to check, despite her best efforts to put it out of her mind. The phone was right there on the sofa beside her, after all…

Just a quick check, she decided.

She pulled up the post she had made. Twenty-two likes and four comments. Wow, she thought, surprised. It was a lot more than she had expected. She could feel her heart beating in her chest as she nervously clicked on the post, scrolling to the comments.

The first comment read, “Very sexy.” Simple, but it flattered her. It wasn’t a word Jeff had ever really used to describe her, though she also wasn’t sure it applied to this picture of her feet. The effect was palpable on her, though. Just reading that someone had written it about her made her feel sexy. She laughed, feeling silly that such a simple thing could make her feel like that. It was like she was a schoolgirl getting her first compliment from a boy. She scrolled down.

“Wow,” read the following comment. I guess that’s good, Annie thought.

“What I would do to worship your feet,” read the next comment. Wow, pretty intense. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that one, but they seemed to like the picture, she thought to herself.

The last comment was the one that got her attention. “This made me so hard. Show us more.” Annie couldn’t help but be flattered as she read that one. She doubted she had ever made any man hard other than Jeff. Was he serious? Could he really be hard from looking at her feet? She had to throw herself at Jeff lately, and even then, sometimes, it didn’t work. She reread the second part of the comment. Show us more.

A shiver went through her despite the almost scalding water. Now, that was a crazy idea.

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Kevin McCallister screamed, drawing a laugh from the whole family. The boys were lying all over Jeff, exhausted after wrestling with their dad earlier. They had finally settled down where they were to watch the movie. Home Alone had always been one of her favorite Christmas movies, and she had been excited for the boys to watch it this year now that they were another year older.

Having time to herself earlier in the day had been nice, but nothing could beat quality time with her family around the holidays. The magic of this time of year was genuinely alive with little kids and made everything so much more exciting. She remembered their expressions last year after baking cookies and finding them with bites taken out the next morning. It warmed her heart to watch the wonder in the twin’s eyes.

This year, they had helped her pick out the Christmas tree the weekend after Thanksgiving. She hadn’t been able to wait and had insisted to Jeff that they go right away. They had decorated it as a family. Jeff put on the lights, and the kids helped her hang ornaments. Looking at it now, the tree looked perfect while the fireplace crackled nearby, their stockings hanging from the mantle. She hoped they would remember those kinds of things as fondly as she did when she thought back to Christmas with her parents.

Annie reached for the mug of hot cocoa on the coffee table in front of her, but it was empty. She hadn’t realized she had drunk so much of it already.

“Do you want any more cocoa?” she asked the room at large.

“YESSSS,” both of the twins shouted in unison.

Jeff and Annie both laughed. He answered her, “No, I’m okay, just some for these two.”

In the kitchen, she poured a packet of cocoa mix into her mug and filled it with milk. She placed it into the microwave and waited while it hummed. She took out her phone and scrolled through social media mindlessly. She could hear the movie in the other room. Her husband and kids were still watching the Christmas movie she had picked. Annie bit her lip, thinking, and she changed apps with another glance to make sure nobody was coming.

There were a couple more likes but no more comments. Annie’s disappointment at that surprised her. It was only a picture of her feet, she thought. Honestly, it surprised her that people had taken the time to comment on the picture at all. She tapped her foot impatiently.

Show us more.

She hadn’t been able to get it out of her mind. Annie looked down the hall to make sure nobody was coming. She pulled her sweatpants up to her mid-calf and took a few pictures from different angles, making sure to get her arches in the picture.  The microwave beeped as the timer ended. She opened the door, took out the hot cocoa, and prepared another mug.

This time, while she waited, she didn’t hesitate to choose one of the pictures she liked and hit post. She waited, wondering if she would get the same kind of response. A minute later, Annie returned to the living room with the second round for her and the kids.

She sat on the sofa and put her feet up, stretching out. The kids laughed hysterically as a character slipped on ice and fell.

Annie pulled her phone out while she drank her cocoa. Her angle on the sofa would give her privacy. She pulled up the forum where she had posted. It hadn’t taken long for her to get a few comments this time.

“Those are amazing, good to see you post again,” one read.

Another said, “I would suck on those toes.” Her thighs rubbed together almost imperceptibly as she kept scrolling, imagining the men looking at her body. She imagined them hard for her, wanting her.

Jeff laughed at the movie. Annie bit her lip, reveling in her little secret.

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The restaurant was decorated for Christmas. Everywhere you looked, there were garlands and twinkling strands of lights. Poinsettias were in the middle of every table, adding a splash of red to the room. A large Christmas Tree was the centerpiece and nearly reached the twelve-foot ceiling of the center of the ballroom.

Annie was wearing the black conservative skirt she had bought at the boutique the week before and a pair of black heels. She heard them clicking on the floor as she walked through the restaurant. The skirt flowed down to just below her knees. She had paired it with a red sweater that felt Christmassy but elegant.

Every year, she went out to a fancy lunch with a handful of her closest girlfriends, where they would do a small gift exchange. She saw Susan and the others at a table on the far side of the restaurant as she made her way over to them. Alice and Beth were sitting with Susan, so Annie was the last to arrive.

“Hey, Annie!” Susan greeted her. “That skirt looks amazing on you.”

She hugged Susan, Beth, and Alice in turn as they got up to greet her.

“Thanks, I got it from this cute boutique in town,” she joked. “Beth, so good to see you,” she said.

“You too, it’s been too long,” Beth answered. She was a gorgeous woman who was actually the younger sister of a girl who had been in her grade in school. They had been fast friends after being introduced by Susan. Beth was the only one in their small group who wasn’t married, which seemed crazy because she was stunning. She had large doe eyes, light brown hair that she wore short, just above her shoulders, and a light-tanned complexion that she somehow seemed to keep even in the winter months.

Alice embraced her and squeezed tightly. She hadn’t grown up in their town but had moved here with her husband after finishing his college degree. Alice was funny in a lot of ways. She was petite with blonde hair and sharp features, but she was intensely competitive and often rubbed people the wrong way in the small town. Until she found their group, she hadn’t really fit in here.

The waiter brought her water while they caught up and looked at the menu.

“So, how’s everything going with Michael?” Alice asked Beth. Michael was her most recent boyfriend. Her high standards had kept her from getting married young, and now the dating pool around town at her age was pretty limited. She had been dating Michael for about three months, though they had barely seen them together.

She didn’t think he was good enough for Beth, but he wasn’t the worst guy she had dated. He worked as a plumber and made a decent living. He gave her a weird vibe, but that might just be because she knew that he and Jeff had some tension in the past when he had worked for the hardware store.

“It’s great,” Beth answered. “What about you and Dave?”

“Don’t change the subject!” Alice called her on trying to avoid giving any details.

“What is there to say?” Beth said casually.

“How are things with you? Really,” Alice asked. She had always been the most direct of the four of them, and while she wasn’t the glue of the group the way that Susan was, she kept things real.

Beth seemed uncomfortable. “I don’t know,” she said. “Things with us are… good, but he’s not really the type that wants to settle down.”

“If the man doesn’t want to settle down with you, then he’s out of his mind,” Susan answered as she drank a sip of her water.

Annie had to agree with that. Beth was super cute and a huge catch.

“Not wanting to settle down means commitment issues, or he’s dating other people,” Alice said pointedly.

Beth blushed at how direct Alice was on the subject.

Annie tried to soften the remarks some. “She just means to say that we all like Michael, but that is a bit concerning,” she said as kindly as she could.

“It’s been a bit tough at times. Michael is a lot more particular about a lot of things than other guys I’ve dated,” she admitted.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Alice asked.

Beth paused, “Like with what I wear out and stuff.”

Susan’s eyes got big, but Alice answered first. “So he’s controlling?” she asked seriously.

“No, I wouldn’t say that. He’s just…” she trailed off as she tried to think of how to say what she wanted. Annie agreed it felt pretty controlling for someone you had been dating for a couple of months, especially.

“Didn’t he work with Jeff a few years ago? What does Jeff think of him?” Susan asked Annie. She didn’t really want to give Jeff’s opinion on him right now because it was pretty harsh. He didn’t think much of him and had mentioned before how Michael was pretty sleazy.

“Umm, they didn’t get along very well from what I remember,” Annie admitted, avoiding eye contact with Beth.

“Let’s change the subject,” Beth pleaded.

Susan and Annie obliged, keeping Alice away from the subject for a few minutes until it was forgotten. Alice was well intended, but Annie didn’t want the lunch to go sour. They could always talk about it later.

While her friends gossiped about their families and work, Annie saw a young woman walk by in tall stilettos.  Her mind immediately drifted to her secret growing compulsion. She felt like an addict while she sat there with her friends. They were all laughing and joking, but all she could think about was if any strange men on the internet had commented on her pictures.

Annie brought her attention back to the present. Alice was venting about her in-laws.

“Don’t even get me started about Dave’s mom. She always has to make small comments that drive me up the wall. I make a pie, and she comments on how it almost tastes store-bought. I know that isn’t supposed to be a compliment, Martha!” Alice was going on.

The other women laughed hysterically at that.

“Annie seems to be the luckiest of us in the in-laws department. Nobody could be any sweeter than Jeff’s parents,” Susan said.

Annie smiled, “They are incredibly sweet. But I’ll be right back. I'm just going to run to the restroom.” She excused herself from the table.

She walked back towards the front of the restaurant and found the restroom. It had marble countertops and dim but flattering lighting. It was empty other than herself. The young mother took out her phone and looked at the website she kept coming back to.

Annie felt an immense amount of disappointment as she saw that there were no new comments on either of her posts. They seemed to have been buried by the more recent posts. She knew she would have to post again if she wanted more comments.

Her feet looked good right now compared to the picture she had posted the other night. Her black heels would probably get attention, and she could easily post quickly.

She tried a couple of poses with her feet, both in and out of the heels, but didn’t like them enough. She really wanted to post something that would get some attention. Then, she had an idea that made her heart flutter. Show us more. The comment from her first post ran through her mind again.

Annie used the mirror to take a few full-body pictures with the phone positioned in front of her face to keep it from being visible. She took several mirror selfies and a few that were slightly more posed. She turned her body to show off her slender body and the curve of her butt. Then she decided to take a few that were over the top, really hamming it up for the camera.

Thankfully, nobody came in while she was taking the pictures. As soon as she finished, she retreated to a stall.

Annie looked through the pictures she had taken and stopped on one that stood out to her. It was one she had taken trying to be as over-the-top sexy as she could. She hadn’t expected to like it, but looking at it now, she felt like it would wow people online.

In the picture, she had lifted her knee in the air and pulled the skirt up her thigh. She was showing nearly her entire freshly shaven leg. Her tight sweater also showed off her slender midsection and hugged her breasts in a way that accentuated her hourglass figure. Her raven hair fell in luxurious waves over her shoulders and chest. She felt confident that her face was hidden enough and nobody would see it on this random forum.

It was much more than her prior posts that had been limited to her feet, and she couldn’t believe she was even considering posting it. She almost chickened out, but there was just something about the attention that she felt like she needed. Her confidence had already risen significantly since she had started posting.

She captioned it this time, “A little more.” It seemed appropriate, considering. As soon as she posted it, she put her phone up and returned to the table.

They had moved on to talking about something else, but when Susan saw Annie back at the table, she quieted everyone down.

“So I have something exciting to tell all of you, and I wanted the surprise to be when we were all together,” Susan said with excitement.

“You’re pregnant?!” Beth nearly shouted.

“No,” Susan laughed, even better. “We bought a condo in Florida, right on the beach. It’s an investment property, but we can hold it whenever we want and go down to enjoy it. We wanted to invite all of you down for our first trip in the summer. It has four bedrooms, so all of us can stay in the same place,” she said, bubbling over with excitement.

“Oh my gosh, that would be so much fun!” Alice said. Annie joined in with Beth and Alice, asking questions and making far-off plans for what they would do and how great it would be to spend a whole week together. The rest of the lunch wasn’t very eventful as they caught up and ate great food.

Afterward, they did their gift exchange and then said goodbyes. Annie had gotten Beth a set of bath oils and other things to pamper herself and left with a lovely tea set from Susan. They all left, vowing to see each other more in the coming year and to commit to making a beach trip work. She hugged all of them goodbye and made her way back to her car.

As soon as the door closed, giving her a modicum of privacy, she took her phone out and checked for updates on her post. There were dozens of likes and quite a few comments this time. The riskier and more risqué picture had accomplished what she wanted. She flicked through them, committing a few of her favorites to memory. It was clear, though, that with a more risqué picture came more risqué comments.

“Damn, you’re a fine ass woman,” one read. She felt herself almost giddy as she read it. Nobody had ever talked to her that way before. Several comments talked about her legs and body and how they were happy to see her post again.

Like the first time, one comment caught her full attention.

“I just came so hard to this,” One of them read. It made her blush instinctively, but she reread the message over and over again. The idea that she had the power to make a man cum that hadn’t even met her or seen her in person was intoxicating. It made Annie feel sexy and powerful, knowing she could do that. She drove home with her imagination running wild.