Demure Smoker

A superb young woman - a demurely dressed smoker - heads confidently towards me across the yard late at night and unabashedly uses me to have her feet kiss-respected.

Supremely confident, yet demure

Her smoker's sneakers and socks get ever closer to my confined face

They stop directly in front of me - no longer demure, but dominant!

I admire the young woman's green socks

She casually informs me that I am going to kiss her feet

And with that, her right sneakered foot is confidently presented to my menial mouth

She continues to smoke as I pay lowly lip-service to her demurely outstretched foot...

...and she looks down upon me female-triumphantly...

...as well she might, for she is the master and I am the slave!

She relaxes high above me with her cigarette, confident in the knowledge that she is being demurely dominant over me

Meanwhile, I continue to be in lowly awe of her socks...

...plain green, demure socks

The socks of a demurely-dressed goddess...

...of a winner!

Said winner continues to puff triumphantly on her cigarette as she walks away from me...

...leaving me behind in the dirt...

...where I belong!

I humbly watch the backs of her departing shoes and socks through the other weeds...

...especially her socks!


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