Look at you, noodle! Back again to stare at my socked feet. You see me in a new pair of socks, and you come running, cocky-wocky in hand. Salivating over my feet, panting and wishing you could run your nose over my soft toes. Silly sock whore! Such an addict... A slave to my feet, helpless to resist, desperate to throw yourself on your knees and worship at my altar.