Sock Tease

The cruel, but highly intelligent, young woman torments and teases me with her plain grey anklesock by swivelling her sneakered foot in front of my immured and mesmerised face as she asks me lots of questions about her socks – without actually letting me touch them with my mouth!
  •  She enquires of me whether I like her plain, grey sock? (A rhetorical question if ever there was one!)
  •  She asks me if I can see the individual stitches in her sock?
  •  And would I like to ‘guesstimate’ how many stitches there are in her sock?
  •  She queries whether the creases and folds in her sock – caused by her flexing and rotating of her ankle muscles – enhance, or diminish, the appeal of her sock?
  •  She asks me if I would like to hazard a guess as to how long she has been wearing these socks inside her dirty, white sneakers?
  •  She then asks me what I wouldn’t give to touch, kiss and/or sniff her short, grey anklesock?
  •  But then laughs at me as I say I would give my life to worship her sock, as she says I haven’t yet earned the right to physically adore her sock. She suggests I think about her sock for the rest of the day – about exactly how I would show my footslavish respect and appreciation for her sock – and that maybe, just maybe, she might let me have a quick sniff of her sock tomorrow; if she is feeling in a generous mood!
She then turns to laughingly walk away from me, leaving me feeling frustrated and bereft, as her right sock had been so near to my face, and yet so far! Just a plain, ordinary, everyday female sock – and yet it shall now dominate my thoughts for the rest of the day.

And yours too, no doubt!



























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