You claim you're not like the rest, not like those other guys, the freaks. Feet are just something you like, you don't obsess over them, you don't need them, you're not a slave for them. That's what you say to make yourself feel better, but we both know it's a lie, you need feet. Desperately aching for pretty soles, as I sit here above you with my legs crossed I can see just how weak you are. Watch as my tan coloured heels dangle off of my toes, swinging back and forth, you can't wait until they fall. Thinking about my toes in your face, kissing and sucking on them. You see you're just as p... Show more