Kissing Summer Socks

Even in the height of summer, I sometimes get to KISS SOCKS. It all depends, of course, on whether the customer master or mistress has chosen to wear SOCKS with their summer SANDALS, as is their perfect right!

A pretty, Asian customer-mistress click-clacks her way towards me in HIGH HEELS and SOCKS!

She appears distracted by her phone, but I can only hope and pray that she barks down an order at me to kiss her SOCKS!

'You kiss my FEET, slave. Kiss me on SOCK!'

My wishes have come true! I have her full, female permission to touch her superior SOCK with my unworthy mouth!

BOTH SOCKS, in fact, as she soon switches her FEET in front of my face

I admire the CREASES in her SOCKS, and the SCALLOPED TOPS

The FEMALE SOCK feels so SMOOTH and SOFT on my lowly lips

Meanwhile, the wearer of the SOCKS has turned her female attention once again to the contents of her phone...

...giving me the humbling opportunity to thoroughly kiss her SOCKS!

She subliminally switches FEET from time to time in front of my face...

...before finally glancing down to check that my demeanour is suitably slavish and humble

I must have passed the test, for she says nothing more as she turns her back on me to walk away

I expect she has already forgotten about me!

But her SUMMER SOCKS shall long linger in my menial memory!

As, indeed, I hope her SUPERIOR SOCK-DNA will linger for a long time on my lowly, unworthy lips!

Just think - I have kissed those SOCKS!


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