I will be meeting with him for a second time tonight. He informed me before our first meeting last week he has no favorite style but the dirtier the better. Last week I wore my old worn out canvas sneakers and he licked every inch of the clean. I'd never done anything quite like this before and I was nervous. But that quickly changed as I propped my sneaker clad feet upon his steering wheel. He practically purred like a kitten as I ran my sneaker down his cheek and across his tongue. This week I've been wearing my winter boots around in preparation for tonight's meeting. A fuzzy pair of ugg style boots with faux fur trim. I've wandered through isles of stores and tromped through wet parking lots. They're good and filthy alright. I'm eagerly anticipating our meet where he will once again clean my shoes with only his mouth while this time I enjoy a cigarette and blow smoke in his face. I've even packaged up the canvas sneakers from last week as a lovely Christmas gift for him. I'll instruct him to place them on his pillow at night where he'll drift off to sleep with the taste of my shoe sole in his mouth and the scent of my old stinky sneakers in his nose. Such sweet succulent dreams he shall have!