After a long day of skateboarding, your friend has no problem reminding you about your sock fetish. He slips off his beat up shoes, exposing his smelly socked feet to you. He sees your eyes dart to his feet and smirks. He looks at you, lifts one foot up slightly, and says,”Yah, you know you are weak for my ripe socks. Get over here and smell them.” You don’t hesitate and kneel on the floor, pushing your face into both hot, steamy cotton soles. He casually rubs them on your face while you take in deep inhales of his addicting sock aroma.