ASMR/whispered sock show and tell/introspection session
There's nothing intrinsically wrong with comfortable interludes of rational introspection, or mental masturbation if you like. We survived the concerted spiritual and psychological attack of the Christmas season and its apparent importance is dwindling in the rear view mirror of our restive intellects. Now, it's a teeth-grinding, gum-itching, acceleration towards the farrago of witless exhibitionism - countered by maudlin self-assessment and oncoming ephemeral enthusiasms - that characterises New Year's. Honestly, I was enthralled by your whispery reflections on your new stockings. Here in the UK we have an undue obsession with the things, so your explanation of the patterning, meaning and medical benefits of your Christmas socks was more than engrossing. I found particular fascination with the seductive juxtaposition between the smooth surface of the left stocking and the seductively, abrasive texture of your soft leg hairs. For a moment I feared that you might induce an untoward static charge to express itself but I needn't have worried about you igniting your divine eyebrows after all. It was somewhat of a concern to see you looking quite so pale in the face though. The disruption to your life-patterns, the neediness of the teeming crowds and the general change in the prevailing psychic wavelength of the world seems to have lowered your energy levels drastically. Your voice was like a cooling balm to my overheated mind though; a minty gel rubbed into the surface of my brain by insouciant lemurs. I hope that you make it through the upcoming celebration without flagging too much and that you recover from having your vitality mugged off of you by people who should know a good deal better. A happy New Year to you and yours, Miss Cholic with plenty more of your scintillating ASMR shenanigans to follow, I trust?