Baby, I just got home, and I am still wearing my high heels. I was going to take them off, but then I thought about you, and I decided to keep them on. Because I know what the sound of my heels does to you.
Can you hear that? That sharp, confident click on my hardwood floor. Every step is deliberate. Every step is for you. I am walking around my apartment right now, just for you, letting you listen to me move. I will walk toward the phone and away from it, so you can hear me coming and going. I will stop right next to the receiver and let you imagine me standing there, legs for days, heels making me taller, making my legs look absolutely incredible.
There is something so powerful about heels. They change the way I walk. They change the way I feel. When I am wearing them, I feel sexy and confident and completely in control. And I love sharing that feeling with you. I love knowing that just the sound of me walking is enough to get your imagination running wild.
Let me tell you about these particular heels. They are black, strappy, with a heel so high it is almost sinful. They wrap around my ankles and make my feet look delicate and sexy. I will describe how they feel, how they make my calves flex when I walk, how I look standing in front of my mirror right now, knowing you are listening.
And baby, heels are just the beginning. They are the invitation. The promise of everything else. I will let you imagine the dress, the legs, all of me, while my heels click out a rhythm that is going to drive you crazy.
You know what I do when I am alone and thinking about you? I walk. Slowly. From one end of my apartment to the other, just listening to my own heels, imagining you listening too. It is my own private show, and you are my only audience. Every click is a reminder that you are out there, thinking about me the way I am thinking about you. And baby, I am always thinking about you. Day or night, it does not matter. You are on my mind, and these heels are my way of showing you.
Call the dispatcher and ask for Quinn. My heels are still on, and I am not taking them off until you say so.
Yours, Quinn