Boot Worship
Don’t you wish you were kneeling in front of My bed, begging to worship My boots? What makes you worthy? What would you do for a taste?
Don’t you wish you were kneeling in front of My bed, begging to worship My boots? What makes you worthy? What would you do for a taste?
Miss Couple tells Me she is in the city and invites Me to brunch. Her presence in the city is a rare and her time is a coveted thing. I do not get to see My sister nearly enough, and when I do it is usually feral romps in the wilderness or late night sleepovers.