Behind the Fetish
After my encounter with "crazy dark sock guy" earlier today, I thought that I had heard the last from him. After the chat today, I was perplexed. How does one develop a fetish like that? What kind of experiences could he have gone through that would make him forever aroused by the acrid smell of used dark socks? After pondering of this, I was finally given an answer...
«Him» Erik Icannot stop thinking of you
«Me» really?
«him» yes because you so turn me on
«Me» how so?
«Me» i dont even have clean dark socks
But then the conversation became more personal and he shared with me his touching story of how he came to have this deviant sexual fetish...
«Me» so how did you develop your sock fetish?
«Him» when I was a kid I used to smell a family friend's hot dark sheer and nylon socked feet and been hooked ever since
«Me» why did he let you do this?
«Him» I do not know I do not think he ever saw it being something sexual and I did not realize it was either until I became a older teen and adult
There it was. Before me lay a man, a broken man. Tormented by the perverse sexual nature that lived within him, he reached out for me. He wanted me to help guide him through this terrible ordeal. He wanted me to help him see the light and change his aberrant carnal behavior. He wanted me to help...
He wanted me to help him...
Right, so the pervert wanted me to help him get off.
::Shakes head:: Why me?
«Him» Erik Icannot stop thinking of you
«Me» really?
«him» yes because you so turn me on
«Me» how so?
«Me» i dont even have clean dark socks
But then the conversation became more personal and he shared with me his touching story of how he came to have this deviant sexual fetish...
«Me» so how did you develop your sock fetish?
«Him» when I was a kid I used to smell a family friend's hot dark sheer and nylon socked feet and been hooked ever since
«Me» why did he let you do this?
«Him» I do not know I do not think he ever saw it being something sexual and I did not realize it was either until I became a older teen and adult
There it was. Before me lay a man, a broken man. Tormented by the perverse sexual nature that lived within him, he reached out for me. He wanted me to help guide him through this terrible ordeal. He wanted me to help him see the light and change his aberrant carnal behavior. He wanted me to help...
He wanted me to help him...
Right, so the pervert wanted me to help him get off.
::Shakes head:: Why me?