Mmm, watch closely, pet My soft, bare feet hover teasingly just above a thick pile of crisp, golden potato chips. I lower them so slowly, letting you hear every tiny crackle as the chips begin to surrender. With each deliberate step, they explode beneath my warm soles a sharp, addictive *crunch* that turns into a delicious, messy crumble. Tiny salty shards stick and cling between my toes, tickling and teasing me as I grind my heels down, turning them into fine, powdery dust. I rise slowly onto my tippy toes, pressing and twisting, feeling the broken chips warm up, melt slightly, and smear against my smooth skin. The sensation is intoxicating that perfect mix of rough crunch giving way to warm, salty, buttery softness between my toes. Every press, every roll of my feet is pure, sinful pleasure and I'm loving every second of destroying them. Don't you wish these chips were you right now?