Table, forest, foot – and you kneel... What lives under the socks...

from Goddess.Roxanne

🍃 Forest Crumbs & Footprints – From Sock to Addiction 🍃 At first, you only see the outer shell: soft, slightly soiled socks. Roughened at the bottom by the day, the path, the ground. A few crumbs, an imprint, a hint of what you want to smell, but aren't allowed to. Not yet. Then: the moment I take them off. Slowly. Without haste. Without regard for your craving. The socks slide off. And what they concealed is revealed: my bare feet. Still warm. Still marked by the fabric. Crumbs cling to the skin, gathering between my toes. You want to blow them away? Wrong. You want to taste them. I'm sitting on a table, outdoors in the greenery, the sun on my skin, the wood beneath me – and you under my gaze. You get to see every angle: the underside. The toes. The imprint of the sock. No filter. No fake. Only what remains when everything else is stripped away – including your dignity. 💭 And now tell me: Do you want to clean them with your tongue? Or do you love them as they are – untouched, but not pure? PS: Shall we film some outdoor videos together in the woods soon?