You've heard me speak for years about having a cookie jar of smelly socks that sort of rotates and stinks and sits and intensifies in between wears and for once I remembered to show them off before taking two pairs to a lucky scent slut and making them even worse. The hot humid days at the tail end of summer into fall get extra stinky with that moisture, smellier as they dry, then I put them into this jar to sit and wait their perverted future. I pull out a pair of wool and cotton socks and talk about their scent, crustiness and dampness along my socks, teasing my sock sluts everywhere, those who know I rarely have any I'm willing to part with now that I rarely wear cheap socks anymore haha. These socks were worn for a big day hike and a few street festivals in direct sun in hot black sneakers, soaking up my stink for future filth. I love to hold them over a nose and make someone breathe only my stink - no plain air- like a filter. Aged like a fine cheese these socks just get stinkier and stinkier... I compare the scents between them at their current states . . I look forward to shoving them in your mouth and making you do things . . .
Sock Jar Visit
You've heard me speak for years about having a cookie jar of smelly socks that sort of rotates and stinks and sits and intensifies in between wears and for once I remembered to show them off before taking two pairs to a lucky scent slut and making them even worse. The hot humid days at the tail end...
You've heard me speak for years about having a cookie jar of smelly socks that sort of rotates and stinks and sits and intensifies in between wears and for once I remembered to show them off before taking two pairs to a lucky scent slut and making them even worse. The hot humid days at the tail end of summer into fall get extra stinky with that moisture, smellier as they dry, then I put them into this jar to sit and wait their perverted future. I pull out a pair of wool and cotton socks and talk about their scent, crustiness and dampness along my socks, teasing my sock sluts everywhere, those who know I rarely have any I'm willing to part with now that I rarely wear cheap socks anymore haha. These socks were worn for a big day hike and a few street festivals in direct sun in hot black sneakers, soaking up my stink for future filth. I love to hold them over a nose and make someone breathe only my stink - no plain air- like a filter. Aged like a fine cheese these socks just get stinkier and stinkier... I compare the scents between them at their current states . . I look forward to shoving them in your mouth and making you do things . . .
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