You're searching for a pair of soft creamy soles that can command you and manipulate you into surrender. A pair of soles you're willing to do anything for, their soft skin pressed against your cheeks, feeling the pitter patter of each one of my ten toes as they rest on your eyebrows. They taste sweet and a little salty. You're just begging to give into a pair of delicious soles, worthy of commanding you for the rest of your life. A pair so delicious they are the only ones you dare to think about. You're hungry for them, thirsty for them. They make you wish for things you've never wished for before. They weaken you and make you hungry and desperate for their scent, for their touch. So you devote your life to these soles, give in, give yourself over to