Countess Eva

Don't tell anyone.

Clearly all I can do is hang out in my underwear.

I had my pretty feet pampered and my toenails painted so that they match my manicure.

If you beg me hard enough, I might grant you permission to stroke to them while you fantasise about me resting my lovely soft soles on your face.

You should also be a good boy and cover the cost of course.

So I'm always at the back of your mind, pushing my way to the front of your thoughts again and again even when you fight to keep me at arms length.

Why fight it? Embrace that ache, that yearning, make yourself even weaker for me. You know how your suffering makes me smile.