Quietguy: Exploring My Sock Kink

Sequel to Quietguy: discovering my sock kink

As you know I had inadvertently discovered a kink I didn't know I had. At the gym I was compelled to pick up a pair of gym socks a woman had discarded and couldn't help myself. I took them home and used them to... enjoy and wow that was a game changer.

I should probably explain at this point that both my story on discovering my sock kink and this one are completely true. This is how I discovered my kink and took my first steps to explore it. Therefore writing under an assumed name is to preserve some anonymity.

As this was a complete surprise to me i wasn't sure what I should do next, but I knew I wanted to explore this more.

I couldn't really hang round the changing cubicles at the gym on the off chance a beautiful woman would leave a pair for me. I wasn't in the habit of stealing my partner's socks from the laundry basket either. It added to the thrill that the socks were someone else's.

I decided I needed to understand this desire more. I put my phone in secure search mode on searched the internet for more insight. It seems this fetish for feet and socks is common. I guess if you look hard enough theres probably a fetish for just about everything.

That was all well and good, maybe I wasn't a complete freak after all, but it didn't help me get more socks if I wanted to explore this kink further.

Where would worn dirty socks be? I might get lucky at the gym again but that was a long shot and couldn't just hang round on the off chance. Where else could I find them? What did other people with this kink do?

I am not a risk taker. I wasn't about to start stealing socks from people. Would clean socks work as well or did they need to be worn and unwashed? This was all new to be and in all honesty i didn't have a clue.

I wandered into town the next day and past a clothing store. They sold mens and women's clothing. I wondered if new socks would work for me, or whether it was just worn ones. In the store I found the section with women's socks, I looked round to make sure no one was looking and felt the material on a pack of cotton socks. It felt soft but I didn't get the buzz i did with the worn socks from the gym.

I wandered out of the store and found my table on the window of my favourite cafe. Whilst doing browsing I saw an advert for a well known online selling site. The sort you use to sell items you don't need, tools, bikes and clothes. Curious, I clicked on the link and saw the clothing category included socks and underwear. Surely people don't sell worn socks and underwear on here?

I explored further. I had used the site before to buy odd bits and pieces so it had remembered my log in details. I nervously searched for women's socks. Thousands of results came back. These all looked like new socks mostly in their packets still. I scrolled some more. Still thousands, then I filtered on 'condition'. I searched for poor condition. This time hundreds of results came back and some definitely looked like they had been worn.

I found some fluffy striped socks that looked warm and soft. Excitement got the better of me and I clicked 'buy now' which automatically notified the seller.

I got a message back from the seller almost immediately saying "you know these are women's socks luv?"

Embarrassed i replied "Oh sorry. Thanks for letting me know." I hadn't accounted for that response.

I decided to avoid a repeat situation and set up a new account in a woman's name. I called myself Sarah Jones, then at least I shouldn't get questions like that again.

I found someone selling some old socks. Approximately 30 socks, some pairs, some odds ones, worn and judging by the photos some in good condition some really threadbare. After proceeding with the purchase with no awkward questions I had to patiently wait for 3 days for them to arrive at a local locker.

Excited I opened the bag. The socks were exactly as described but of course had been washed. I hadn't accounted for that. They all smelled of some flowery washing powder. Whilst they looked quite worn, the freshness left me feeling a little deflated. Seemingly with my discovery at the gym it was the item itself that was the turn on but the dirtiness and how it had been worn that was perhaps a factor.

I searched some more and found a photo of some white ankle socks from a seller called "Belle". I clicked on her page and she had dozens of pairs of socks and stockings, all listed as 'worn' and 'good condition '. She had the most amazing legs.

She didn't show her face in the photos - why would she - she was selling socks, shoes and stockings. She looked petite with perfect legs. She knew how to take a great photo.

I liked a couple of her photos so I could come back to them. Just a few minutes later she messaged "Hi lovely, do you have any questions about the socks? We can talk on a secure message app if you prefer?"

I set up an account on the app she suggested using my Sarah Jones name again. I searched the name 'Miss Belle' she gave me to find her on the secure messaging app. I wasn't sure how this worked or whether as a seller she knew people, men specifically, would buy them for sexual purposes.

I messaged "I was wondering how worn the socks were please?"

"They are in good condition but have been worn a few times so showing some signs of wear."

There was a pause. I could see she started typing then stopped. She started again "Are you male or female?"

I had been rumbled. Then she followed up:

"If you are male, that's fine hun. These are worn by me for 24 hours. If you like them worn some more I can do that too? They can be washed before I send them or not up to you."

She was a mind reader. I felt a stirring in my boxers.

"I am male. Sorry I haven't bought socks before I am a bit nervous. This is all new to me."

"Don't worry I will talk you through it and give you some options and we can work out what you like. How does that sound?"

"Perfect. Thank you. What should I call you?"

"You can call me Miss Belle, sweetie. Now these socks... tell me what you like."

The truth was I didn't know what I liked. I only had the gym socks for reference.

"Those white trainer socks are nice."

"Do you like them quite dirty or just lightly worn?" she asked.

"Honestly I don't know. What do most people like?"

"Its very personal. I have people who like really dirty socks that have been worn for several days, some just prefer a quick wear. Do you like them to smell?"

I explained how I discovered my kink at the gym. How I was compelled to pick them up and the thrill it gave me.

We agreed on some white trainer socks, with a bit of colour on them. She would wear them for 24 hours. This would give me an idea of what I like and we could wear longer next time if I wanted.

I arranged for them to be delivered to a nearby locker. Theres no way I would risk them being delivered to my house.

Miss Belle promised to send me a photo of them being worn for "proof" and a photo of her feet. We agreed to pay £50 but that included some extra socks that would be ''mine' when I came back for more so I would just pay for the wear and any photos. She seemed confident I would be back.

Miss Belle was discreet. The photos on her selling page and her messaging app were of an elegant petite brunette with the most beautiful feet I had ever seen. She didn't show her face but showed her slender legs and perfect feet in socks, stockings and shoes.

I was nervous not only to protect my anonymity and my privacy but I didn't know if this seller was genuine. Would she rip me off? Would she send the items?

I had the feeling she had been doing this a while given the amount of items and reviews on her page.

She messaged me to say the payment had gone through and would be in touch to update me on my purchase. I logged off with a feeling of excitement and trepidation.

The next morning I logged into the app. A message was waiting for me. A short sweet message with an accompanying photo. The message said "I am wearing these for you all day today. I hope you like them?"

The photo was of her dainty feet wearing my socks. As agreed they were being worn. A sense of excitement came over me. She was doing exactly as agreed, wearing the socks, and updating me.

"Thank you. Really looking forward to receiving these."

I checked my messages regularly during the day. No more updates until the evening, then a message and another photo from Miss Belle.

"I have been wearing these round the house today, you can see they are looking a little grubby. I wore them with boots when I went out to the shops too."

The socks were noticeably grubby. The photo showed the soles looking slightly dirty, a light brown patchy discoloration where here feet had been walking around her house all day."

The look of the socks excited me. I didn't know why but I guess them looking dirty along with the photos proved to me they had genuinely been worn.

I spent the day sporadically checking my messages on the app. No more messages but it was a thrill waiting for the updates.

At bed time I checked my messages one last time. There was a photo and a voice note. I listened to the voice note:

"I am just leaving you a quick voice note sweetie to say hi and thank you for buying my socks. Also you now know from my voice I am definitely female, just in case you needed reassuring. I am wearing these socks to bed and will post out to you tomorrow."

Her voice was soft and well spoken, a pleasant Southern England accent was noticeable. I wasn't expecting a voice note. This was a very welcome surprise. My cock definitely twitched at the sound of her soft words.

Morning came and I got on with my day. I definitely had a pep in my step. I was working from home that day, so was easy to check my messages. Just after lunch one came through.

"On my way to post your socks. Hope you like them x"

A little buzz of excitement surrounded me. I knew it would take a few days to get to the drop off locker. The anticipation waiting to receive the socks this beautiful woman had worn just for me was adding to the experience. It felt like she was teasing me.

A couple of days passed without any contact from Miss Belle. Then in the evening on the third day finally a notification to the email I had set up for Sarah Jones. My package had been delivered to the lockers. In the morning I could pick them up.

I didn't sleep well generally. I never had as long as I could remember, and I rarely dreamed or at least could rarely remember them. That night my sleep was as broken as usual but I did have a particularly memorable dream.

In my dream I was lying on a bed of socks, naked. The socks were of all different styles, lengths and colours. They were worn, some dirtier than the others. The soft material on my skin was both soothing and erotic. I woke from the dream as horny as hell and with definite morning glory.

Before I started work I drove to the postal lockers. Nervously I put in the code in the keypad and a door opened to a small compartment. The package inside was a small grey packet. I picked up the package and closed the door. I hurried back to my car keen to open my package.

Back in the car i looked around as I nervously held the package. The package was addressed to Sarah Jones, my pseudonym on the site. I smiled. I wasn't sure she would go through with the sale, I was nervous I was going to be scammed but here I was holding a package with socks that she had worn especially for me.

I ripped open the first package and there was another grey packet inside. I opened that one too. Inside was a zip locked see through plastic bag. The socks that I had chosen and Miss Belle had worn for me for 24 hours.

I opened the clear bag. I was not prepared for what happened next. I have always thought feet were at best not of any interest to me, at worst horrible smelly things to avoid. But when I unzipped the bag I breathed in a wonderful scent. It wasn't dirty smelling, sweaty or cheesy. The aroma was almost sweet, slightly musky warm natural smell I had never experienced before. Totally unexpected and a huge turn on.

The car park was busy but no one was looking in my direction. I took a chance to raise one of the gym socks to my nose and breathed deeply. To this day I have never encountered such an intoxicating smell as this.

I looked round and saw some pedestrians walking towards my car. I shoved the package into the side pocket on the door and drove home. I knew my partner was leaving for work soon so I left my packet in the car. She doesn't drive so would be no reason for her to go to my car.

Shortly before 9 we said our goodbyes and she headed out the door. After a few minutes I walked to the car to retrieve my precious delivery.

I opened the messaging app to let Miss Belle know I had retrieved my parcel. She replied almost instantly.

"I am glad you have your parcel. I have one little surprise for you that I hope you will like."

A few seconds later i received a short video clip of around 30 seconds. Her soft voice spoke over the video.

"I am sending you this little extra as it's your first purchase. I hope you enjoy it."

The video was just of her socked feet slowly one by one removing her socks and the wriggling her toes.

My cock certainly approved. It sprang to attention as I sat at my desk watching the video clip.

As hot and tempting as this was I had a call in a few minutes. I hid the socks at the back of my sock drawer still in the bag.

As the day went on my mind kept drifting to the socks hidden in my drawer. I had to keep reminding myself I was working and the socks could wait. If anything the delay built up the anticipation. How much longer could I hold off from playing with them?

I lasted about 2 days.

On the third day when I had some privacy I watched the 30 second video again whilst holding the socks. The socks were grubby, slightly soiled from being worn. I liked them like that. These were new socks that had been worn just for me.

I knew I had a couple of hours to myself. The thrill of the anticipation had been building since I ordered them. Not being able to use them really made this extra exhilarating. I am a fan of edging.... getting right to the point of orgasm and stopping but for me it starts before that. The build up, even discussing with the lovely Miss Belle was a turn on and got me hot under the collar.

I sat on the bed with the package I recovered from the back of my sock drawer. I played back the video Miss Belle made for me. She slowly removed each sock. She was no stranger to doing this I am sure. She knew exactly what would tease me. The slow peel off of each sock leaving bare feet exposed. She pointed her toes then wriggled them, almost taunting me.

I paused the video to take in the view. Her skin was soft and unblemished. She had pink nail varnish on her toes, freshly done by the look of it.

Miss Belle had other photos and videos on her secure app page. A selection of photos in stockings, socks and shoes. She had an incredible eye for a good photo. She knew exactly how to position her legs, point her toes to maximise the effect it had on guys. I feel like I had found someone who understood my kink, and was perfect to help me explore it discreetly.

I had the place to myself. My cock was aching for a release. The video and feel of the sock had got me in the mood. This time I wasn't going to edge. The last few days waiting with anticipation had got me hard and fired up.

I inspected the sock closely. It was new, and only worn by Miss Belle. It was a trainer sock, the sort that comes level with the top of your trainers. It was predominantly white with some flashes of colour on the heel and toes. The rest of the pack were white with different pastel colours on the toes and heel. This pair had pink on, so distinctly feminine.

As it was new it still felt quite firm, as it had been worn but not washed yet. The sole had a slightly grey / brown discoloration. Besides the photo/ video this proved to me the sock had been worn. Besides the discoloration the sock had some small bits of dust, and was that a hair on it? Miss Belle said she wore them round the house so they could have picked those up from her carpets and flooring.

I rolled the sock down my penis, pulling the heel over my balls so it stretched the sock tight. It fitted snuggly around my cock. The white cotton material hugging the shaft, the dirty sole and heel clinging to my bulging erection and balls all while the delicious aroma, infiltrated my senses.

The time had come to reward myself for waiting. The last few days since I spoke with Miss Belle had been fun, and a big turn on with the anticipation. Hearing her voice, seeing the photo and video and feeling abd smelling the sock all had brought me to this state of arousal.

This, I suspected, would not take long.

I slowly began to stroke myself. Watching the short video again. She slowly removed her socks seductively and erotically. She had a small cute star tattoo on one foot. Her toes wriggled and i found myself wanting to kiss her feet.

That thought was too much for me. Being a fan of edging means getting yourself to the brink several times then denying your orgasm. This time I didn't stop just slowed to the point of near inertia. My hand moved so slowly, almost imperceptibly. My cock swelled and the head became so sensitive every tiny movement sent shivers around my body.

Time for my reward.

The sensitivity was unbearable and I felt that irresistible urge, that pleasurable feeling intensify and I knew it was the point of no return. I exploded into the sock for several seconds. Not just a quick spurt but several streams of cum one after the other. The warm mess seeped through the material of the sock. I was done and collapsed back on the bed.

So I had discovered the intense orgasm I had experienced with the socks from the gym wasn't a one off. This was equally as intense and satisfying. Miss Belle had worn these just for me. The attractive smell was an unexpected twist but a welcome one.

I could draw the conclusion that worn socks are a turn on for me. I wasn't sure how much a part of the turn on smell was. Maybe I could buy more and have them worn longer. Maybe if she wore them at the gym or for a long walk it would enhance it for me.

I enjoyed the build up, discussion and anticipation while I waited, which was an additional turn on as well. The tease definitely heightened the experience for me. I would definitely be exploring this further. How would I explore this mew found kink of mine next?