I’m here, counting

Quiet counting becomes an erotic meditation when the subject is a parade of bare feet and stockings caught in lingering poses. Fingers trace the ankle, toes flex, and every small movement is captured in intimate detail. The gallery plays with rhythm and anticipation: a toe tapped once, twice, the sock slipping a hairline down the heel, a barefoot planted just out of reach. These vignettes are perfect for those who savor slow-build arousal through visual cues — the hush of fabric, the gleam of nylon, the vulnerable curve of a sole. Designed for consenting adults, the collection is a soft, teasing celebration of foot affection and the simple power of a suggestive stance.