17/02/2025 15:01:20 by BlackDressSox7261
My fetish grew when I was in high school. My dad wore business casual attire to work, and part of it is wearing crew-length black dress socks with black leather dress shoes. He only has one pair of dress shoes so he wore the same shoes every day.
When he comes home at night from work, he just removes his shoes and places them near the door (we are an Asian household lol). He usually passes out on the couch with his black socked feet propped up. Me and my mom sleep at the one bedroom of our house (we have a small house).
I wait until everyone is asleep. My signal is usually my father’s loud snoring. When I hear the snoring, I creep in to the living room to make it to where his socked feet are. I kneel at the edge of the couch and take my position. I start at underneath his socked toes because I know that the smell is the strongest there. I lightly place my nose at his socked toes and take a bunch of whiffs. The smell is immediately heavenly – I can still remember it today.
The smell of his socked toes is very sweaty and a little vinegary. Not overpowering and not too musky. It just has the right hint of sweat and sourness to it. I take my time savoring the scent of his socked toes.
Then, I move to his heel. The smell there is very leathery, like the smell of his shoes. I move my nose up until I am at the arch, where the smell of leather meets the smell of sweat. I shudder at the mixture of scents of my dad’s socked foot and this is mainly the reason for my black dress sock fetish – the smell of leather and sweat in black dress socks turns me on so much!
My dad wore these nylon ribbed dress socks, and, since I am very curious, I move on from sniffing and smelling to running my fingers up and down his socked soles to try and feel the material of his socks. That’s when I learned that my dad is ticklish, because, after running my fingers against his socked feet, his snoring stopped for a bit and he jerked his feet. Thus, another fetish was born – tickling!
I do this nightly routine of sniffing and tickling my father’s socked feet throughout high school. I moved out of the house to attend university so I snapped out my habit, but my fetishes are solidified since then.
