You do love a woman with red soles, don’t you darling?

There’s just something about them. They scream luxury and class. You can’t get enough of the look of my arches in them or the peek of cleavage in the toe box. They’re sky high—all the better to enjoy the curves of my legs and the round peak of my ass.

Yes, you’re a real Louboutin lover.

But even better than that is when I slip them off, press my soles directly into your face, and make you take a deep, deep breath in. The smell is nirvana. The feeling is even better.

You adore me in my heels. You crave... Show more