Re: Bobby Sox, etc...
Monday, 04-Jan-99 19:10:09

12.3.248.68 writes:

I actually first started noticing my attraction to dirty white socks when I was in college. I remember, on several
occassions, being "left alone" in girls rooms...I was on a co-ed floor and was also pledging a fraternity at the time.

Anyways, one day, I ended up in this suite (in an area of the campus that we commonly referred to as JAP (as in
Jewish American Princess) city). The place was a mess. Clothes and papers and food all over the place. Among the
mess was a hamper full of some girls laundry. Right on top, sticking out at me, was a pair of dirty white slouch socks. It
stood out at the time because I could clearly see the impression of the feet on the sole of one sock.

Taking a quick peek around to make sure no one was coming in, I quickly picked it up and looked at it...out of of
curiosity as much as anything else. I remember feeling the slight warmth and was amazed that the dirty sole was still
some what soft. Smelling it just came natural. Smelled sweet and yet vinegary at the same time (what some refer to as
popcorn). I remember that the smell stayed on my nose even after I pulled it away.

Needless to say, I ended up "borrowing" that sock (and it's "partner") as well as a few other ones from various other
rooms in the suite. (Yes, I also ended up with a few pairs of soiled panties..it was there, after all!!).

Guess that's where it started...and how...