I know you’re sitting there, imagining yourself curled up at my feet, inhaling the scent of my worn socks like the desperate little foot-slut you are. Too bad fantasies cost money. So, start sending.
Back to the office you go, clocking in just to fund my lifestyle. Pretending to work, but really obsessing over my media. Your coworkers are chatting, but you can’t hear them because you’re too busy counting the minutes until you can get home and los