Mere Afterthought

To the pretty customer-mistress I am a mere afterthought - something she fleetingly glances down at in between checking her text messages, just to make sure I am kissing her feet properly. As she eventually walks away from me, the humbling afterthought occurs to me that her smart, white socks must be quite warm and sweaty inside her black leather, laced-up shoes.






















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