Two bodybuilders from the nearby gym walk confidently towards me - both looking absolutely determined to humble me at their bodybuilder feet and footwear!
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| Two bodybuilders - one male, one female - heading determinedly towards me |
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| Their sweaty gym shoes and socks are getting ever closer to my confined face! |
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| It is the bodybuilder master-sir who stops in front of me first |
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| He wastes no time in imposing his sweaty gym shoe on my menial mouth! |
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| Swiftly followed by his other foot! |
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| Meanwhile, he glares down at me, disparagingly. As does his female partner! |
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| I sense she is merely waiting her turn! |
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| That turn is soon forthcoming, as the bodybuilder master-sir gallantly takes a step back! |
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| Now it is female-bodybuilder shoes that I must kiss; and female bodybuilder socks I must admire! |
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| The bodybuilder couple then nonchalantly turn and head off - back to the gym, no doubt? |
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| They haven't spoken a word to me. But they don't need to - their superb bodies have done all the talking! |
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| They know they are my infinite betters... |
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| ...and that is an honour for the likes of me - a footslave weed - to even breathe in the same air as their sweaty, bodybuilder shoes and socks... |
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| ...let alone taste them with my mouth! |
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| I humbly admire their departing, sweaty socks... |
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| ...and yearn to follow those socks, all the way to the sweaty, gym changing rooms... |
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| ...where I would humbly, and diligently, sniff the damp sweat out of their respective male and female, bodybuilder socks! |
