You only ever stare at my feet when they are clean. Only ever being aroused by my cotton socks when they are bare white, without a fragrance. If you are to admire my feet and socks, you are to do so at there worst. When the cotton is dark grey and smelling of cheese. When my soles are sweating, and have a slight tint of yellow to the skin. You will appreciate and worship my dirty socks, just as you would if they were clean. I don't care if you don't enjoy it. If you grimace. I want my dirty socks stuffed in your mouth, and your nose pressed against my stinky toes deeply inhaling.