Feet

I’ve always loved sweaty, smelly, boys feet. It started when I was a kid. My best friend and I were wrestling. The loser had to do what the winner said. I lost. He took off his shoes and socks. He made me sniff and lick his sweaty, smelly feet. I loved it. Still do. I’m 18 now, and sniff and lick all the smelly, sweaty feet I can. Yes, I still do that to him.

By Anonymous May 25