Ficklish

As I have admitted before, I’m an extremely fickle sock slavey. As soon as a ‘new’ pair of SOCKS comes along, however short, plain or ordinary, I invariably fall instantly in love with them – in a fickle, slavish sort of way, of course!

A 'new' pair of SOCKS are heading my humble-head way!

As soon as they stop in front of me, I verbally praise the new customer-mistress and her SOCKS!

The sock-wearer's response is to silently extend her right, sneakered foot towards my menial mouth

She then, quite rightly, looks down upon me as I start to kiss-respect her SNEAKER-TOE

My eyes, however, are very much glued to her SHORT, WHITE SNEAKER-SOCK!

Such a fabulous SOCK! Just look at the STITCHING!

I feel like I am kiss-respecting the SOCK...

...though my lowly lips are, of course, not worthy to touch my customers' SOCKS!

I'm just a public humble-head!

But oh, those SOCKS!... Oh that I were permitted to lip those SOCKS!

Her SOCKS!... The customer-mistress's SOCKS!

Praise be unto her SOCKS!

Mind you, my customers' SOCKS are just as fickle as I am. As soon as her boyfriend arrives, they turn their backs on me!

I am now left staring at the backs of my latest objects of slavish desire!

But the attraction is clearly not mutual!

The customer-mistress's SOCKS have abandoned me, in favour of her boyfriend's SOCKS!

All I can do is watch as the happy couple kiss and embrace high above me...

...and observe the involuntary CREASES in my erstwhile customer-mistress's SHORT SOCKS

Oh to be able to straighten out the kink in the top of that RIGHT SOCK with my otherwise nugatory nose!
 

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