As a kid I liked to play with weird things. I liked to kick plastic bags and make games with bottle caps, for example. Our family had a bin of lost/mismatched socks and I began to really enjoy playing with them. I would like to take them out and do little competitions for softness, length, how they felt to wear, and a bunch of other things. I kept doing this and at some point it developed into me wearing the best ones, and eventually I started rubbing myself with them. This was before I even was able to produce anything, but it still felt good. I remember being surprised the first time something actually came up.

I think originally my love for socks was more broad, but as I kept enjoying them more and more, the types of socks I felt attraction to began to narrow somewhat. This developed in two separate ways- first, the socks being white became an absolute requirement. I think some of this stems from the culture on websites like reddit at the time (especially to someone who would just namesearch sock and read every post) was that white socks were ugly and you shouldn’t wear them. It initially caused me some guilt over the white socks I was wearing so for a few years I only wore black socks, and would fantasize about wearing white socks out in public. I particularly grew to like white socks with a grey toe and heel, to the point where I would say my attraction diminishes by around half without them. Hanes socks with the red seam and text are a particular favorite of mine, though just white socks with the grey is great as well. Interestingly I find that socks that put the grey along the entire sole of the foot diminishes my enjoyment.

The second element became the length. Growing up I didn’t like wearing long socks at all- I would only ever wear no shows or ankle socks, and dislike anything taller. Some of the socks that I grew to really really be attracted to at first white crew socks with a grey toe and heel. My dad had some he wore which were very stretched and really comfortable. I kept a pair in my bedroom and the bathroom and would wear them in bed. I eventually got the courage to wear them out a few days and loved the experience. I went from fantasizing about wearing them sometimes to every day, and wished I was wearing them when I wasn’t. I’m happy to say that they’re the only socks I ever wear now, and I love every second of it! I experimented with longer lengths and do enjoy knee-highs but above but find crew length is the perfect balance between being casual (something someone wears just for the sock element) and attractive.

As another note, I’d like to talk about my experience with my sock enjoyment and the fact that I am extremely asexual. I do not experience sexual attraction to others at all- I very much enjoy romance, but sexual attraction is just not something I value at all. Something I really struggled with for a while and was able to deal with in therapy is the fact that despite not feeling sexual attraction to others, I still do when men are wearing white crew socks. In school I would look at what other socks people were wearing and be pleased when I saw them wearing long white socks, but at the same time I felt guilt. Feeling unconsensual sexual attraction in that manner was a completely new experience to me and I had to grapple with that fact. Since then I’ve learned a lot more about sexuality and myself so I don’t really have that insecurity any more, but I figured it would be helpful for me to talk about this in terms of my asexuality.

My best mates, we was 13 yrs old, and we always hang on the park, We always loved to play fighting and one of my mates always loved to sit on you so your face was right up to his crotch, this day he was sat on top of me, and my other mate was sat infront of me of my head, pulling grass up and rubbing it on my forehead, the mate that was sat on me said I know from now on if you get sat on then the others have to punish you with something, next thing I know I saw him take his trainer off ( sneaker) and he forced my nose n mouth inside if his trainer, telling me from now on this is your punishment, I had his trainer on my face for about 15 mins , he took his trainer off my face and next thing I saw was this white sock foot coming down on my face, my other mate starting rubbing his white sock foot all over my face, snd then over my nose, telling me to have a sniff on them, they smell of roses. , I said no they dont they feel wet, then what he dis next he forced his sock foot in my mouth and he said well here if they wet suck it dry, they both laughing there heads off, he moved his foot out my mouth after 5 mins and forced it back on my nose, then my other mate that was sat on me, said well if you gonna suck his sock dry you gonna do mine, next thing I know I I had him forcing his white sock foot in my mouth, I was like that for a good half hour, they did that to me regular, after that as nd then they started forcing me to lick there trainers for them, many times I was on my hands n knees licking my best mates trainers for them both, that’s how I got into the foot/ sock / trainer fetish

When i was a kid my brain made a wird correlation with feet and expressing affection, and it got it weirder when it made an assosiation between the dark blu, smelly sock and the panther bagheera, from the jungle book.