27/12/2024 03:18:31 by Starforged
Well I… used to steal my dad’s socks a lot back then, when I was like, 7 or so. I did feel odd when sniffing them, but… Like, I was never disgusted, at all. I don’t quite recall the reason of why I began doing it on the first place, but for some reason, his feet were ”forbidden”, and my innocence got the best of me. I wanted to know why, because I would never be allowed to see him without his boots. My life was pretty much changed after I found out why he kept those things on.
Ugh, I don’t even think that ”stink” is a proper word, because the stench they had…
When I eventually had the chance to see him without his boots all the time, I didn’t even need to sneak sniffs, his feet were reaaaally potent, reason why he always wore boots even when resting.
He was… pretty unclean, a car mechanic that skipped showers quite often and, ugh, his feet smelled terrible. But I somehow never complained.
The smell was clearly making me tear up, but something was… clearly stirring somewhere in my belly. Eventually, I did find out I liked not only my dad’s socks, but his feet as well.
How to describe the smell… earthy, musky, leathery even? Like from the smell stored inside the insoles of his thick boots, since he dared to wear boots sockless sometimes… But they were specially cheesy and spicy… Like it really burned to smell it closely. He sometimes just changed footwear often, but that didn’t stop making that cheesy scent wear off of any of his footwear man… so many shoes and sandals wasted in days…
And every time he swapped into a new pair of sandals, they always smelled like… A cheesy smokey scent mixed with years worth of sweat, grime and cheap plastic.
