There is nothing I enjoy more than showing off my delicate feet. Size 7.5. White toes. Wrinkled soles. This will overpower you. Your urges to submit to my feet will never be higher. You need them in your face, you hands, anywhere. I keep them just out of reach as I encourage you to stroke. I implant trigger words as I flick my toes, you drip. I scrunch my toes to display my soles, you beg to release. Not just yet foot boy, not until you look me in the year and say you are mine.