Lazy day of walking

Each step was agonizing, the weight of her body pressing down on me, her foot stretching me as it flexed to push her forward. That didn't include the rising heat inside of her shoe, the taste and smell of sweat intensifying as my body absorbed the fluid leaking naturally from her body. I kind of got use to her walking as the day went along, getting small breaks as she sat down just for her to bobb her foot up and down in boredom. I was relieved when she got home, slipping her shoe off. The act of peeling me off felt weird, my body had conformed to her foot. She lazily dropped me in her clothes hamper, the rest of her clothes falling suit before she walked away to her bathroom.