Are my toes your kryptonite? Do you wake up dripping from the dreams you have about me and my soles? Good. I’m going to further that dream. You could dream of anything, yet, you find yourself dreaming of me in socks. A foot fetishist, aroused by the thin fabric tease of my hidden skin. I’ll break your mind. A slow tease. Build you up to earn my toes. To taste them. To smell.
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