From your rightful place beneath me, your world is reduced to the view of my knee-high Christmas socks, their soft cotton and festive patterns holding your complete attention. You know your role: to worship, to adore, to prove your devotion to every inch of fabric that covers my feet and legs.

From your rightful place beneath me, your world is reduced to the view of my knee-high Christmas socks, their soft cotton and festive patterns holding your complete attention. You know your role: to worship, to adore, to prove your devotion to every inch of fabric that covers my feet and legs.