Distracted

This beautiful, blonde customer-mistress is distracted by what’s on her phone, so without saying a word to me she plonks her sneakered foot down onto the wooden footblock beneath my face and I start to lick.

To be honest, I too am distracted – by her sock; a fetching, short grey sneaker-sock with a black upper trim. I want to be that sock, or at least a stitch in the sock, for it is the sock of a goddess. I want my whole being to be absorbed in her precious, blonde-feminine footsweat, and I want to reek of her foot inside her sneaker.

But, sadly all too soon, her sock turns its back on me and walks off with her, leaving me dreaming of another life I might have lived had fate been kinder to me – that of being a beautiful girl’s sock inside her sneaker!











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