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You’re trapped in front of me, your face sealed into the floor.. built to breathe me. A week of worn athletic hiking socks and the sharp heat of my sweat. Every inhale is my scent. Every exhale, your submission. I peel, tease, and overwhelm your senses.. feeding you my foot dust, my toe jam, my power. My fellow sport team mates are coming soon… and you’ll be their permanent air filter. Their very own sock cleaner. You’re not free. You’re mine. Forever.