My dixie wrect and there is nothing I can do about it
In a land of hands and legs, a place with no heads or dreads, just hands and legs. A place where fingers are free to do as they please, no respect for authority. In the land of hands and legs, whatever tickles your fancy, there would be no nancys, sandys, or freds, just toes arms and legs. Little fingers doing whatever they please, roaming, exploring, forging new territories. Finding new crevices to explore, finding new fetishes to adore, how wonderful it would be... the land of hands and legs. The feet, no longer have the weight of the body to bear, the legs have no more cares. They are left on their own, to roam. What will they do? Where will they go? I really do not know, for i am not a toe, and i know not where a toe would go. But i would guess he would go, to the land of pantyhose, for any joe knows, that pantyhose ain't nuthin but hoes. So back to reality, and the question of bisexuality, would a finger want to know a toe...sexualy? Its a question i never pondered till now, and upon thinking about it, I think i'll end the thought now