I’d bury my face in them again. Dirtier. Stronger. Even if I gag. I need it. She dances just to make them sweat. Boots fog, slowly. Heat builds. You watch it happen. She moves lower, closer. You already know what’s coming. The boots come off. Warm. Wet. The smell hits first. Thick. Heavy. She presses them to your face. You flinch. She smiles. Bare soles now. Hot and soft. You breathe them in like oxygen. You’re leaking already. She keeps going. Uses her foot to finish you. Not gently. Not kindly. Your face takes it. Her sole presses harder. You give in. You’ve smelled feet before. But not like this. Stronger. Dirtier. And you love it. You always will. (211118_05)