My worn socks completely melt you. You want to run your hands along them, kiss them, lick them, feel them, serve them....nothing would compare to that for you. On your hands and knees looking up at them, you're reminded that you are truly and inferior beneath them.

My worn socks completely melt you. You want to run your hands along them, kiss them, lick them, feel them, serve them....nothing would compare to that for you. On your hands and knees looking up at them, you're reminded that you are truly and inferior beneath them.