ππ I remember a man on his knees, kissing my ankles.He said ..
Added 2025-06-25 16:14:06 +0000 UTCππ I remember a man on his knees, kissing my ankles.
He said I was breaking him⦠just by how I moved my toes. I stayed silent. Pressed my sole against his lips.
And realized: sometimes my feet speak louder than words π€ Since then, I wear heels even at home.
The need to command never leaves β not even barefoot π
