Under Fernanda's Feet: Heavy Trampling on Luciana
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My name is Luciana, and I have been thinking about Fernanda's feet since the last time. Today I lie down on the brown sofa again, and she wastes no time. She climbs up and tramples all over me: body, chest, face, every step carrying her full weight, her bare sole resting on my cheek. It is really heavy, intense and right on the edge, but I keep going, because that is exactly where I want to be. She smiles down at me, savouring the power. The only thing that matters now is those feet.
