u/Unlikely_Drummer_432

Remembering the exact moment I realized I own a pair of irresistible high arched silky soft wrinkly rare pink soles, is also when I found out my best friend had a crush on me. It was humid hot summer night of riding bikes returning back to my friends house. Naturally removing my smelly sneakers before entering his home. I was wearing a pair of silk white ankle socks thinking nothing of them, until my best friend & I started to play wrestle while watching a movie. I was pinned to the ground laughing hysterically, when I felt fingers inside the heel of my sweaty tight silky white ankle sock before feeling them being peeled off my Egyptian toes exposing my wrinkly high arched pink sole, My mouth opened in shock at I stared up at my friend who now has my stinky smelly sweaty ankle sock in his hand pressing it against his nose sniffing the insides of my ankle sock making disgusted facial expressions at me while my heart began to pound. “I found the source of the salt & vinegar stink.” My friend said as he sniffed my ankle sock again my Egyptian toes curled until my wrinkly soles popped as I attempt to over power him and take my sock back. “Give me my sock back.” I grunt able to turn the tables pinning him to the ground while we hand fight over my sock is when  I felt his thick hard bulge in his pants, A rush of humiliation spread across my face, as my feelings and emotions began to become crossed.

There's something incredibly erotic about the way a man's eyes light up when he catches a glimpse of my delicate, pink feet. The way their pupils dilate with desire as they take in the smooth, wrinkled skin and the gentle curve of my arches. It's intoxicating, knowing that I have such a profound effect on them with just a small peek.

It’s such an intense temptation to keep my filthy sweat soaked socks on, especially around older men with foot fetish’s, knowing I have the most unique soft silky athletic pink soles, All I wanna do for them is spread my soft toes until the ball of my arch is defined while my wrinkles stretch across the silky smooth surface of my foot, crossing both soles at the ankle while their in your face for you to inspect with your nose. It’s intoxicating attempting to be the perfect foot slave play toy.