To the male socked foot lover in me that has admired the male’s socked foot from as far back as he could remember, the number of encounters also comes into question as my passion for a male’s socked foot has had a dramatic impact on my life. Not one of despair, but one of many happy memories of a time when a male was there to willingly share his socked foot. My father, my friends, and some acquaintances, to name a few always made my experience one to remember. The male foot is one of dominance, beauty, and the ability to stimulate and satisfy. Its size, shape, and contours are key factors in the attraction of the male’s socked foot, but if you have a good nose and a good sense of vision you can also be intrigued by the male’s socked foot to expand your wishes and desires. The smell, the sweat, the taste, the feel, the willingness of the male, the event, ei: sport / uniform / construction / bush / or basic everyday, you get the picture offer’s you satisfaction and the willpower to continue your quest to find that next certain individual that would like you to take him down your road to discover how much another male of same stature can enjoy and experience the pleasures of a males foot. My level of attraction to a male’s foot has always been one of a double standard, as I can be satisfied and content with a long session of just smelling the males socked foot as this standard unloads my everyday stress and emotions, the smelling of a male’s socked foot relaxes and calms my soul. The other standard is that it can also arouse me. With my passion kicked in, the male’s socked foot becomes a passion of stimulating hot oral socked foot sex. The male’s socked foot caressing up against my face, my nose, the sides of my head, my chest, and places that may not be suitable to mention here, gets me so uncontrollably aroused that I want to suck, taste, kiss, and sniff every inch of his socked foot, and have an oral sexual unloading of feeling his socked foot rub and caress my family jewel’s. The sensation of feeling the male’s socked foot as he caresses and rubs the contours of his socked foot across my body, to just the contentment of smelling the male’s socked foot stays within my conscience giving me unlimited thoughts of how much I really like a male’s socked feet. Like dreaming in Technicolor, that one particular guy you would love to have an experience with comes to life. Noticing the guy on the street wearing that hot pair of skater shoes, imagining the sweat and smell of his feet leaching out of his sweat socks into his skater shoes, oh how you would love to have a sniff of them, and the good looking flag man wearing safety coveralls on the side of the road in an awesome pair of construction boots. My conscience always has me on the look out, wondering when and what to expect in my next encounter of a male’s socked foot as one can not always tell by looking.
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