My perfect body has a grip on your mind. Especially my legs. My toned legs are wrapped so tightly around your mind that you have no option but to surrender and stroke. It’s such a huge weakness for you. You just want to bask in their sculpted beauty. That’s when you feel your weakest, your smallest, looking up at me, my miles and miles of legs elevating me to my superior level. You can’t help feeling triggered when I cross and uncross my legs, each move deliberately calculated to draw your attention… Crawl over, pet. Worship my legs.
