27/01/2025 05:33:53 by anonymous (2/2)
As I got older, I realized how much this kink shaped the way I noticed people. In my 20s, I’d sometimes spot a guy’s socks left on a bench in the locker room, usually stuffed into sneakers. If I thought he was cute—and if there was no one around—I’d sneak a whiff. That musky, sweaty scent was irresistible, especially when it came with a warm, stale smell that lingered on my skin after I’d touched the fabric. I never stole a sock, but I’d take a moment to commit the smell to memory, rub the toe of the sock against my face, and carry that memory home with me to fuel a session.
When I started hooking up online, that side of me opened up even more. It felt amazing to connect with guys who shared the same interests, especially ones who didn’t mind me getting up close and personal with their sweaty, stinky socks or feet. There’s nothing better than knowing a guy’s been in the same pair of socks all day, or for days, and seeing how much they’ve molded to him—especially if they’ve gone from slightly damp to completely soaked.
I’ll admit, the thrill of risk still gets me. The idea of catching a guy’s attention with my own stinky socks, or just the teasing comments about my feet, always stuck with me. Better yet if I’m around the guy who’s feet loudly emanate that innocent, pungent, stinky-sock scent. Even now, if you’re a cute cub with nice looking sweaty feet in a pair of hot worn sneakers and well-worn socks? I’ll probably be sneaking glances at you and those socks, wondering what you *and* your socks taste like.
