25/03/2025 21:12:37 by N. Zineda
Socks are incredible, the look, the feel, the stink, especially. Socks are a tangible piece of a man’s odors, something that can be truly tantalizing and beautiful when you really are an avid sock sniffer. I have always had an affinity for men in stinky socks, since I was a child. I caught a sniff of my uncles vinegary Hanes socks one night, and I felt sensations that have never been replicated since. The way that I view socks now are vessels of stink, truly capable of holding such intense foot odor, it tells such a story about the man wearing them, and reeking like that. I once owned a pair of Classic, purchased in 2012, so original cotton material, no Dri-Fit logo on the toes or different stitching, perfect, white cotton Nike crew socks, and a pair of 7 year old Nike Air Jordan 1s that had definitely seen better days. I put the socks on in the beginning of 2020, and had my final, extremely intense bate session with them in July of 2021. I wore those White Nike Crew socks daily for 18 months, living alone, it was easy. I teased and posted my smelly socks frequently online, spent many evenings and days bating to the incredibly complex odor of my stinky toes. My socks were dark gray and deep yellow, almost gold, at the toes, the soles of my feet, and my heels. The stench was almost spicy, white, stinky vinegar, mixed with an ever accumulating amount of stinky, thick cum. I would smell my socks daily, after working in them all day, the smell would be wafting around me and I could actually smell my socked feet cooking inside of my Jordan 1s. The sensations of slime in between my toes was incredible! I would spend hours smearing my toes around deep inside my dark golden socks, the smell emanating out from the holes in my Jordans. Eventually, I began masturbating into my socks, once, sometimes up to five or six loads, per day. My toes became crunchy and a dark, pristine yellow gold I had never seen before. I would cum in the same space on my toes everyday, so overpoweringly so that my toes would get stuck together inside of my sweaty, hot, steaming socks. Each night, I would smear the stench all over my face and especially around my nostrils, clinging on to every last droplet of my absolutely putrid socks. I would shoot a massive, creamy orgasm into my socked toes, and then immediately immerse them back inside of my Jordan’s, their very own stink prisons.
