This choice: Take her other sock off. • Go Back...
Chapter #7
Left Sock
by: Unknown
Putting Casey's right foot in your lap, you started slowly tugging her left sock off. Casey watched you, annoyed still, but in a tiny way, also slightly amused with your obsession of her feet. As the sock came to her toes, you suddenly snapped the pace up- yanking it the rest of the way off in a quick fluid motion. Casey giggled a slight bit from the sudden desperation on your part. (Or did it tickle? Hmm)
"What?" you asked her.
"Nothing. Just get on with it already." Casey said while rolling her eyes. You had other plans first though.
Her sock was still slightly moist, and the tug of your fetish was too much to stop. Still holding the sock, you turned it inside out and noticed a few tiny smudges of toejam. You sighed in the pleasure of thoughts you could (and would) do. Bringing the sock to your nose, you took a long, slow, and DEEP whiff. After letting out a sigh of satisfaction, you looked at Casey. She was glaring you but the corners of her mouth were turned upwards in the tiniest bit. (Looks like she was hiding a grin?) You took a few more sniffs of the out-turned sock, even rubbing it on your face slightly.
"Are you QUITE finished yet. If you're taking this long with just that sock, you'll be messing with my foot until I'm 20." She said in mock anger. (Well, well, well. Looks like somebody else is wanting to move things forward!)
Hearing this, you decided to...
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