Smelly Moist Socks Are The Forgotten Treasure ♕

Smelly, Moist Socks After An Early Morning Run

An excellent morning for me starts in a few different ways. First, my favorite way always begins with either my hand or one of my special toys.  Rolling around and playing with myself is the fastest way to guarantee that I’ll have a good day. After that, I’ll jump in the shower, get all fresh and clean, get out, and get dressed. Then I love digging into my sock drawer and pulling out a fresh new pair to cover my pampered, pedicured piggies. Yes, I did say I had a fresh new pair. Smelly, moist socks don’t just fall out of thin air. It takes work to get that way. Maybe that’s why so many of my friends appreciate a good stinky pair.

Second, I will put on my running shoes. My hair will go up in a ponytail. I grab my headset. Put on my favorite booty-shaking jams, take off out of my door, and I’ll run.  One foot hitting the pavement after another, letting my body heat warm up under the sun. I enjoy watching the neighbors as I pass seeing their eyes focus on my bouncing tits as I run by them. My heart is beating faster as the adrenaline kicks in. And just as the first trickle of sweat glides across my forehead. I’m all too aware of how warm my feet are inside my shoes, and I know that they’re starting to get a little squishy. Soon, they will be smelly, moist socks.

Smelly, Moist Socks Get Peeled Off Slowly

After my long morning run, I get back to my house, wipe my shoes on my doormat. And I open the door to my cool, air-conditioned house.  I love the way it makes my body feel. It’s almost like an instant shock with the temperature change. A slight chill runs through it as the sweat collected on my body starts to cool rapidly. Take a seat and then unlace my running shoes. Taking them off, exposing my smelly, moist socks.  When I started my run, they were a solid color. And now there are two. Colors small, darkened areas. In the creases of the toes.

After giving my feet a good flex, and next, wiggling my toes, I then roll the socks down each foot. Freeing them one at a time. Feeling the most incredible sensation as the air cools them. Slowly, one at a time,  I start to peel off my smelly, moist socks.  Little dewdrops, like a sweaty mist, have collected on my skin.  They always seem heavier after, as they hold my essence in them now.

Stinky Socks To The Highest Bidder

Finally, the scent of my smelly, moist socks fills the air. And I don’t even need to get closer to them to know they are there, ratchet. A smile spreads across my face because of the smell. Mm-hmm. Above all, I know that the wetter and stinkier, the better. For this reason, I decided to take a few photos and start to send them off to my very special friends, who will pay for even more for them now.  So, I collect each smelly sock and seal them in an air-tight bag, locking that sweet stench in.   And I wait, in other words, let the bidding war begin.

Would you like a pair of my smelly, moist socks?