Published: September 1st 2025, 5:34:55 pm
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Imagine this.
Youâre on the floor, staring up â your eyes locked on my soles. Theyâre dirty, worn from the day, every step I took written into the skin. You can see the marks, the smudges, the little imperfections that make them perfect. My power rests right there, pressing down on you, reminding you of your place.
I stretch my legs, slowly, deliberately. My soles flex, my toes curl, and I smirk at how your breath catches. The dirt clings like a crown, a sign of everything you wish to touch but never truly deserve. And still you crave it, like a starving dog.
Beside me on the bed, a peach sits in the sun. Round, soft, flushed with heat â dripping sweetness. I hold it lazily in my hand, lifting it to my lips, taking a slow bite. Juice runs down my fingers, sticky, warm. Your eyes dart between the fruit and my soles, torn between hunger and devotion.đđ