19/05/2025 19:04:13 by N. Venzi
The first time I ever got to sniff a dudes socks, will always be my favorite story. It was my best friend, and he had size 13 feet, massive, wide soles, long, smelly toes. Everyone he popped his Osiris NYC 83 high tops off, the room we were in would fill with his foot odor. I remember it being raw, real, musky, like mildew socks and rotten vinegar. I remember the first time I ever sniffed his feet, we were sleeping over, I was at his house. He fell asleep playing video games with his sneakers still on from school that day, so I took a chance. I slowly pulled off his Osiris, left one first, and gently grazed my nose against his socks. Oh, how it stunk. So mildewy, like his socks had been sweated in for days and left in the sun. My nose crinkled, and I got hard. My mind raced, as I peeled off his other sneaker. It stunk so badly, like funky corn chips and sour vinegar. His toes, wiggling in his sleep, releasing small burst after burst of sweet, delicious foot odor into my nostrils. I sniffed his socks for several hours as he slept, enjoying the pungent stink of sour vinegar and thick, mucky corn chips heels.
