I’m sitting back, enjoying the sensation of your warm breath on my tired, smelly feet as you listen to me recount every detail of my date. Your nose buried in my toes, inhaling deeply, as I paint a vivid picture of the handsome man who caught my eye, his allure, his touch, his essence. I can feel your envy and desire radiating from you as I describe the passion and excitement of the evening. But as I finish my tale, I casually flick you off, a reminder of your place beneath me. I mockingly remind you of your unworthiness, how you’ll never deserve someone as captivating as me.. ,
