You told yourself you’d be smarter. That you’d resist. But then she stretched out on the couch and puts her feet up on the table, and your willpower evaporates. You crawl closer, heart pounding, knowing the risk. One wrong move and you’ll end up like the others.
But you don’t care.
You press your lips on her soles, breath in the scent of her skin, let her warmth consume you. Every time she shifts, you’re squeezed, dropped, nearly flattened. It should terrify you. It does terrify you. But you can’t help it, you always come back for more.
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