they are everywhere
cover up the piano legs
Yesterday’s post still haunts me. I’m not a prude.
Actually? After writing an anti-porn post?
All I see is smut.
Right now, in the entry1 to my house I see smut. The boots by the door? They are naughty. They just want a foot. They want a foot so bad. They want a foot to slide inside them.
They’re dirty. Dirty little boots hoping that a big old stinky boot will be stuffed inside them, filling them up, filling them with purpose.
These kinds of perverted fantasies have been non stop.
It’s not just boots - socks, shoes, sneakers - all of them. I hope I’m not developing a fetish.
That may be a thing if it were only feet. I’m getting all sorts of naughty feelings from cream splashing and milk frothing at every cafe. I saw a woman yesterday at Starbonks get foam sprayed all over her face as she made my latte. Oh what a ‘latte’ she made!
I saw a bunch of big, thick, strong, strapping men load themselves into a mini van.
HOW DID A MINIVAN HANDLE ALL THOSE MEN AT ONCE?
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