What’s Beneath Her Is Yours to Swallow
“Swallow slowly. I want you to taste the difference between what you deserve and what you’ll never have.” I
Foot Worship
Lips on arches. Breath on soles. Foot worship isn't a kink—it's a religion. It's not about the act—it’s about the reverence. The posture. The way his entire world narrows to the shape of her feet, the scent of her skin, and the permission to be close. These stories explore the ache of distance, the ecstasy of contact, and the rituals that turn soles into altars. Kneel. Begin. Obey.
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Where Furniture Learns to Breathe
“I slowly uncross my legs. My soles lift… drift off the floor… hover.” You’ve been summoned. And you know
What's Left of You is Beneath Her
"DIG!" She said, pointing to a patch of sand near the dunes. The morning began with fog and