What’s in a SOCK, late at night, on a pretty customer’s
foot?
- Sweat (especially if it has been on her foot inside her
sneaker all day!)
- Other natural moistures and excretions from her sweet
feminine footpores
- The vinegary aroma of feminine foot fragrance
- Dead skin cells
- Toejam
Such are the humbling thoughts that occupy my menial mind as
I kiss-respect a customer’s sneakers late at night!
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| A pretty lady, perhaps on her way home from a dinner party, stops by me to use me |
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| As I kiss-respect her sneakers, my menial mind fills with thoughts and speculation about her SOCKS |
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| I imagine, for example, that her white SOCK must contain various excretions from her foot, deep inside her sneaker |
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| But I also dutifully study the exterior of the SOCK... |
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| ...the STITCHING... |
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| ...the CURVATURE... |
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| ...and any CREASES in the SOCKS! |
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| That's because they are the SOCKS of my esteemed customer-mistress... |
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| ...and they MUST, therefore, be respected and admire by the likes of lowly, SOCK-LEVEL me! |
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| Meanwhile, the pretty wearer of the SOCKS is seemingly oblivious to my pathetic sockieboy-obsessions |
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| She simply wants her SNEAKERED FEET to be kiss-respected by the public humble head |
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| And she WON'T leave until she feels so respected! |
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