She just left. Closed the door.
And you’re already smiling.
Today’s your lucky day. I have exactly what you want: the vintage stockings, the pantyhose, the feet that make you weak. So close to your nose.
You can start stroking. Slow. You know you’re a little pervert addicted to these legs, these soles, this scent.
You don’t need her. She’s boring. I’m not.
Touch. Massage. Inhale. Memorize it.
When she comes back you’ll still smell me.
But you’re not cumming today. Denial.
You’ll come back tomorrow begging to serve these feet again.
