Pink Boots Licker
Today I must lickshine the pink boots of a beautiful and surly young woman beneath her scrunched down, black cotton bootsocks. The customer-mistress is not minded to chat with me, so I simply get on with my lowly work.
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| Required to lickshine the beautiful pink boots of a beautiful and surly young woman... |
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| ...beneath her thick, black bootsocks |
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| She kindly switches her booted feet on the concrete footblock beneath my face... |
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| ...so that I might develop an acquired taste for BOTH her boots! |
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| All the while I am licking her boots, I am acutely aware of her fabulous black bootsocks towering over me |
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| These are the boots and socks of a local, everyday goddess! |
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| AGAIN she switches feet! |
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| Such a kind and considerate young woman... |
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| ...if surly! |
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| But then, why would she be friendly or chatty with the likes of me... |
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| ...a lowly, pathetic bootlicker, straining his neck to please his customer-mistress with his menial mouth? |
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| She leaves as surlily as she came... |
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| ...full of her own haughtiness. And rightly so... |
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| ...for she is better than me, and I am merely on a par with her sock creases! |













