1 week without brushing my teeth_Uvula and crooked teeth fetish

Description: Over time, between the coffee, the meals, and the carelessness of a few lazy nights, tartar began to form in the invisible corners. that dull color, that rough feel against the tongue. it's not just a matter of hygiene... it's a sensation. knowing they're dirty, that they need attention... is almost provocative.so i sit in front of the mirror, the white light on my face, and i begin. with my nails, i skim the edges, carefully scraping away the hardened accumulation of the days. it's almost delicious, as if i were slowly undressing myself, peeling off layer upon layer of forgetfulness. and when the tartar comes loose... there's a satisfaction. a subtle pleasure in watching myself clean away the dirty, the hidden... what not everyone dares to look at so closely.my teeth, still crooked, shine a little more. they're not perfect. but they're mine. and if you look at them closely, if you get close enough, they might catch you too.