Acquired Taste
Regular customer Ms Arabella madam always likes me to get a good long taste of the outsides of her shoes. She will often have me lick them for over an hour!
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Regular customer Ms Arabella's familiar black leather shoes are heading my way |
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They are an acquired taste... |
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...but thanks to my regular lickshining of these shoes, I have acquired it! |
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Ms Arabella madam, a chain smoker, carries on smoking whilst I tongue attend to her shoeleather |
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She stops in between puffs to survey my work |
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'Lickshine the side, slave!' |
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She kindly twists her foot around so that my leathery tongue can reach the designated area of shoe |
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Then she switches to her other foot... |
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...before resuming smoking |
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Such different tastes in our respective mouths - tobacco and nicotine in hers... |
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...leather and street dirt in mine! |
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Plus, of course, I get a nice up-close and personal view of her sock! |
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Such fabulous socks, on such a fabulous young woman! |
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I feel honoured to even breathe in the same air as Ms Arabella's shoes and socks! |
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How she must despise me! |
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And rightly so, for I'm just a thing that licks her shoes! |
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Having bored of me, she simply turns and walks away |
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I respectfully keep my eyes on the backs of her socks |
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God knows what she's thinking right now! |
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Probably about what she's going to have for supper? |