02/02/2025 02:35:03 by Yonkers Nesbit
Socks and the men in them are the focal point of my sexuality. I like to say that I people watch , but more accurately I man watch, and more accurately still I sock watch. Hoping to get that glimpse of socked sole and imagining I can smell the slight odor of a hard working middle aged office worker as he airs out his tired toes. Commuter rail is amazing for this. One day, I spent my commute home massaging the polka dot and gray soles of an executive of some sort. My fingers smelt vaguely of cheese the rest of the night. I’ve desired socks before I even realized I was gay.
