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Hello there fellowship folks, welcomes to my new experience tale about a… ‘Vividness Dreamland: A Journey To Heaven Of Life’s Socks’, to be shrouded in the pungent mystery green-scape arts on which handcrafted perfume are indeed creationism, but let me introduce myself as I’m Owen a neurodivergent autism storyteller that invites you’ll as my readers in audience into my universe of a stars differently wired brain earthly human world of a imagination on why one might be able to shed a light upon why socks are my sensory pleasure to seek out, the healthy way for me to express my own learning process to often understand individual aromatic ideas of Ben through a hidden truth of stories locked away in his own imagination well beloved cherished worn out footwear called protectiveness’s ability shoes, orange/grey football socks, sweaty socks, smelly socks, a warm blanket for a habitat for all fungus to wetness tropical biosphere climate thrive, whether worn for many hours, longest daylight ‘n’ nighttime or endless weeks unchanged & unwashed to keep the souls stink alive for all eternity freshest; pungent socks are my favourite dreams, a gentle breeze of waft in the scent where found myself in his safest company.

Can’t you’ll here those whisper’s of echoes’ frequency, it must be my own bionic hearing drifting through my mind where I found zir myself standing in a footballers den, a decorated bedroom, yes a sports themed deluxe room of a friend called… Ben, all delightful individualism in energy that gave me the opportunity a thumbs up permission to do something thats considered apts gross, if you’re wondering what the gross heck I’m talking about was about to all proceed next; listen up very carefully, I’m not going too re-repeat myself, only once to keep this storytelling afloat smooth because in this brightly lit room of air-scape scents tinged the atmosphere as the windows on this wet raining mild spring morning was very pleasant, an inviting breeze of warm earthy led nose tingling rave from my nostril hairs leading me to the exactly spot source, what was the source of this wonderful aroma?… wells close your eyes everyone ‘n’ follow me away from the doorway.

Now everyone, open your eyes ‘n’ tell me what you see… Ben’s relaxing in or many hours well spent wearing orange/grey football socks stretching out like a marvellously beautiful blanket gateway warmth portal to another planet of otherworldliness realms, under the rulership of aromatherapy, but remember while standing aptly before his cherished loved material, his football socked feet are a dreamland through which my eyes can feel to see, but for you as the readers on the audience line stood there listening shush by a action of intently to me shall reveals that socks aren’t no ordinary at such first glance because in my own imagination, they’re all zir radiating with fungal vibrancy, meaning theses socked feet are to be pulsed with a deep breath consciousness’s heartbeat wherein life’s secrets are hidden from view; “come on here Owen, you’re not afraid of these bad guys from my footie match are you”, says Ben, as I am finding them, the orange/grey football socked feet a little irresistible as the smell was picked upon.

Not being scared of sweaty by smelly odour socked feet where a good thing because I could feel the subtlest vibrations all emitting from these football socked feet, yes everyone, just looks at those laden feet clad in orange/grey football socks… the fabric is thick, yes, but they’re supplies with woven tightly together tied together stories of the sweating moisture in his football boots as cleats, on the muddiest wet grassier pitch with the earth scent of natural air with the warm of where his socked up feet are made protected all by fortress insoles confinement in the countless games of kicking the ball to his footie mates, triumphantly goals to win or even loss of the match, but overall the odour combined with miasma oils as sticky residue didn’t deter me from being nearest close enough a quarters the pungent air-scapers ‘n’ it shouldn’t be bothering you as my own audience either: for me confronting a fear I never had really hummed with anticipation.

The fabric of constructions material here on Ben’s feet was thick, yet supple by woven tightly resembling a second skin to hold the sweat he’s created too be soaked up like all sponge, which grips the powerful scent of stories locked away by awakening a warm wafting like miniature feet extending to reach out for becoming a little noticeable by my nose of how countless played games have beckoned him to raise a smile on my face just approaching them originally ‘n’ stood their admiring the orange/grey colour; listened for the whispers of the socked feet reeling me closer, as I’m sat down kneeling before his stinky odour attach to me like a fishing hook… “come closer Owen, sit down beside us patiently ‘n’ let’s wait to experience life inside the stench, feel what Ben has aptly carried out in his football cleats”, says the pungent omens.

But the voices didn’t seem to stop everyone as the invitation was sent to me whence… “my orange/grey smelly football socks stills wet sweatier in certain places like my toes ‘n’ arch of midsection sits differently on my feet compared to the previously pair you’ve sniffed, remember the light blue football socks you’ve explore by your creatively storytelling imagination Owen”, says Ben, “theses socks you’re admiring are different in every aspect in zir material structure, composition than odour retention ‘n’ possibles elasticity design that contain my own natural beauty perfume feet in these synthetic fibres, which worn snug meant a closet contours to my feet, revealing my toes, arches & heel far more easily”, furthered adds Ben; though when socks are worn for extended time they’re castor molded in bacterial growth ensuring these socks are more comfortable in squashing his toes, stretchable over his arches & especially sitting on his heel with proper fit.

“Our biggest benefiting factors scent indicate to you Owen, we’ve been worn longer or more in these footie activities’ that cause us, the main reason fabric to adhere firmly to Ben, our owner’s feet’s sensible skin”, says the stinky omen, which meanwhile there’s an impression fixed position that’ll keep the contrasts of his precious last season pair, the once light blue football socks designed only for athletic sports usage only… just like his orange/grey pair he’s current wearing now for me to show you as the readers audience that socks aren’t just elastic to be stretchy to fit over the feet, but bluffness in breathable maintainability whence worn in all football cleats trapped in darkness, wherein a consistently snugness’s fit means added weight of odour, as you can easily smell; being apt in Ben’s room means the socks here face adhesion by residue in bacteria becoming a sticky messiest glue.

As a result, these marvellously smelly orange/grey football socks are sitting different because there are variations in each material that presser’s against the feet of Ben distinctively, a uniformity in how his anatomy contours of bacterial growth molds of pigments are applied to highlight the details while in these football socks; a subtle degree of contrast snugness meant this was maximise his performance for playing sports, rather than focusing on the facts of how he’s accumulating pint of potency in sweetheart sweat ‘n’ richest odours locked up inside the barricading footwear… this is what really influence my mind everyone for learning about the of gameplay positioning in afoul best therapy’s, so I can get the feel of his hard work of feet labours, but the next revelation’s are from the socks snugness themselves.

So as I then reaching out to touch Ben’s dampness in his sweaty orange/grey socks of football material on his feet… whoa wait all there, just to clarification’s I’m able to do this because I’ve gotten green thumbs up permission to explored this next part with you’ll as my audience to understand my own personal preference too a littlest unconventional processes to development…. So returning back to the story once agains, I reached out my using my fingers brushing the surface gently of his socked feet ‘n’ notice one thing ideally: here wears snug sized eight football socks that’re relative smaller than his actual normal sized ten pair of the light blue pair because when compared to these currently size to his large feet causes them to less bunch up underneath his toes, soo conform tight are to closest as this is more pronounced whence the socks sit on his toes with pressure, which shows his individually arches ‘n’ ill-seated heels sockets inside these smaller sizeable standard designed wearable sport socks.

What did the orange/grey football socks feel like, well, it wasn’t a rough texture, yet I was stickiness slick of wet glue to be honest, the fibres are densely packed with the entangled material woven evidence of many different hours spent wearing them, whether a football cleats, footie pitch, mud, grass, water moisture, changing room floor aired out from a sweatiest match, from usage of being worn, by feeling the faintest patterning ridges that’re constructed into the socks itself, so these snug stretched over his feet ‘n’ rigid bumps as a knotted piece are shown, even the droplets of his dot toes as lagoon spheres; oftentimes pulling this constriction at the top portion of his feet means the acceleration of the material lead to uneven ground of sweating, which in turn causes his large feet by making his prominent features like the arch influences how all a fabric molds with fungi harbour to form possibly over a tight fits layer on his anatomy.

These designated areas are the tension points are unique for me to interact with Ben’s own football socked feet, as I continually to pressing’s my fingers against his digitised limbs freely, feeling the socks seemingly to pulse to life with unknown’s energies through me like aliveness entities in supernatural omen powers force with the gluten warmth of radiating heat temperatures from all already sweaty exterior of the material dunked in moisture too dry out by the natural air of evaporation from absorption within the elasticity; his large arched feet structure results in how his sitting relaxation posture was with his feet outstretched up crossed overlapping zir each other gently, but this conformity distinctiveness on his arch by heel shows here that the sock’s appearance was indeed tight, which led to usual activity in attractions in uniform… but the light blue pair was less likely conformed ‘n’ tight ends.

For storytelling purposes, me detailing Ben’s orange/grey football socks become an attraction because this for me invokes a vividly familiar theme of all sensory pleasurable to seek happiness in an familiar environment, that’s why I’m creating this one’s immersive experience tale so the audience know when reading an enriched atmosphere, yet tangible moments that can only see through my eyes when these tightened socks don’t bunch up likely mine, yes my dark grey Jeep socks with black toes sockets & heels are far bigger ‘n’ spacious than my actual size feet that’re smaller by all narrow & flat not wide shaped like Ben’s… but socks when airing out do indeed have a shrinkage wrap effect at the toes portion ‘n’ stickiness on the midway portion of his feet, tighter the socks, the greater the peel to remove them; the prolonged wearing means a huge pristine look at his toes, arch & heel molded perfectly to zir each foot-foot, emphasising an excellent engagement to keeping them at a comfortable height for wider length to learning.

Imagine being the luckiest person boy like mee sniffing the socks fibres everyone, let’s get you’ll lineup ready to plunge a sniffers a little bit yourself to be proud of facing a sense of accomplishment for scented socks curiosity, but as I’d point to Ben’s footballs feet, even though they’re snug as a bun, the fibres, yes thee fibres are like a underground labyrinth of entanglement in all threads where each one holding individual sporty stories about how exertion by energy was created inside his footie cleats trapped in darkness… so yeah imagine… a puffs of clouds transport you’ll in the sweaty odour threads of time, to an endlessness’s constellations of stars seeping through the materials; creationism of where tiny pockets of reservoirs of moisture by scent was going to be sharper once the nose of mine ‘n’ ours are embedded to the pungent efforts in his own musky aromatherapy, don’t be intoxicated, see this as a real invitation of a realm of the rawest universe of how Ben, who knows his natural beauty in feet was unfiltered by a human.

Whence the sniffing begins, it’ll start with me leading by contrast example as a guider too much plant my nose into the snug footie socks that add the sensory experience of all the senses richness that combined the visually dimension depth in the consciousness highlighted contours of his feet shall be on how beams life has in wilderness nature, a scented air boost of bacterial energy infused in sweat & breakdown in skin cells by residue oils accumulation’s overtime… this was a tactile goodness sensation of fabric closely touching one’s soul nose; a strongest multitude layered feeling’s in a tale that traps you in’s a themes of comforting primal rhythm of mindfulness smells, making the scene not afoul funk, but more evocative immersive to make you’ll as the readers remain in the story… then play whispers grew loud as a surprise was awaiting.

An interesting urge to delve deeper to experience the sensations of being wrapped up by emended neatly nestled within the fibres of Ben’s own socked foot would be to understand how much raw energy of potent airborne slick air has been producer’s best is to become part of a human life’s symbol for a certain transform into miniature version of myself ‘n’ aptly my audience as well too see the focal point of an physicality of being sandwiched between his very existence in nose tingling toes compressed by the net called this orange/grey football socks… but guess what everyone, you’ll be in fuller swing force of an beautiful intensely warmer afoul air, while snuggles presser’s onto his oversized massively foot that’s wide by arched, protected from the elements ‘n’ human world as wellness; so close your eyes & thence dreams with me as you’re tiny, being lifted up by Ben, tied up neat secured in places by thin ropes laces covered by his whiffs socks.. tell me what you see.

Without a singles one word from your mouth everyone, actions of hands by hands too shall touching & nose is your ultimate goal to understand… understand what?, all aromatherapy of an uneases feeling of an unwashed ripened foot ‘n’ also an unchanged socks conforms to every contour of you ‘n’ I to his toes, keeps I & you’ll form slipping downs to his arch or heel, creating all sensation’s of being envelope inside a dense entangle environment of material threads, leaving a compressional area imprint on me ‘n’ us while movement was indeed difficulty… but why would I or you need to move freely tied up on Ben’s foot anyways?, wellness’s breathing wouldn’t be much a problem in the stale swampland atmosphere where bacteria was being inhaled constantly ‘n’ all absorbed into the fabrics around us to I ‘n’ other foreign species bodies there… but immerse proudly supporting the intensification’s on this scale because after all we’re stinkiest feet.

This amplification feelings of not being confined, these sensory a little wafting odours that linger will let the sniffing be moreover all immersive in a profoundly different at this miniature scale wheres scented sweats would be at the closest point zir proximity too my ‘n’ our own override’s noses, especially at Ben’s toes wherein the concentration of stink buildup is more pronounced by being at all the very source of absorbed smell accumulation overtime, which means the bacteria inside ‘n’ outside the material threads of his’s fibres to have seemingly more pleasant smells than those potent air-scape with each wearing unchanged; henceforth, the odour’s are a vividest familiarly warmth where the we’re all coated in the same feetie feet flooded moisture of heat radiating through his a primal enveloping aroma in a lovable natural beauty in a sensory safeness controlled environment.

Well worth… a heightened awareness of this stinky stench of an individual called Ben, sending me ‘n’ you’ll into an immersive apt space shuttle as we’re the astronauts in space suits for all where travelling to unknown destinations as unfamiliar realms within the stars are very tangible in a sense presence feeling of being able to be intertwined with the softness sticky texture of his oversized foot as a oversized towering block with toed digits, comforted by a smelly, not foul wet socks, life for me can’t get any betters than this everyone; but in the aftermath, you’ll find yourself opening all eyes after exploring the universe of funky experiences not being for the faint hearted because this as I’ve shown you has been to confront a powerful irresistibility of facing a grotesque feet of dark clouds of green skies, not green faces in confidence to seek life’s glory perfumes where his sweaty too smelly equals dirty by filthy fabrics are warm from prolonged exposure.

Big dreams… life sniffing pungent socks… life dreams was… alls being tied to the under toes of Ben’s foot, near those toes, but zir compressed wasn’t like a bin lorry compacting waste in a crusher chamber, instead it was a visceral feeling of how his challenging response on feet-work activities have performed inside the fabric leaking out the concentrated wetness’s fluidity in scented form a nice smelling candles, how delightful, socks scented candles was my favourite choicest moment in comfort zone… a new levels for you’ll I guess?, rightly said you’re my audience after alls may not appreciate my admiration over differently types of variation socks used by stinking as I do, but what is needed from me to you is zir the best, best way is to understand my inner’s self of authenticity in a positive lightheartedness boy telling you a story; a braveness autism boy, with a finger pointed up, I only do socks sniffing with Ben “ONLY” whence I visit him to spend times filled with creative energy with imagination to connects our minds to think by seeing who we’re directly, but let’s continue on.

Exploration stems curiosity by my openness to deepening aware to a sensory embrace the truth how unconventional learning can become non existent sensitive or even taboo because I wasn’t a child being taught to be harmed, only to find a lesson to teaching you’ll as the audience readers of listener’s that my insights into a unique pleasure to uncover what YOU may often shy away from; though all golden number one rule in my philosophy, acceptance was the key to success to loving yourself in aromatherapy socks are especially helpful is wet odorous of his feet are too recognise his routine in footie cleats as a piece puzzle which’ll shows wells many worn hours of ripening elemental activity that’ll symbolises physical strength in his feet strength endures sports utility work… as the mind drifts, would you rather be sniffing his orange/grey a football socked feet?, be miniature tied to his toes? or inside the insole fortress of his cleats?, being part of his team was clearly an act of love to not be the observer, but the participant’s.

An authentic symbol of how Ben’s efforts embody the smell of all his own reality spirit’s of how labouring sport has transformed an entire unpleasant richness into an extraordinary pleasant feeling into something like a specially designed bonding experiences to which his resilience through the processes of football life has the potential ability to accepting the stinkiest happiness’s begging to be revealed in their crowned glory of champions: in this creative imagination, a pursuit has now been achieved that smelly socks are accomplished through exploration to harbour the true tasked characters in adventure ‘n’ sweaty socks are zir accomplished by grafting hard work of energetic exertion… what I actually mean is the best feet in the world, Ben has undercover stories that are to revealed more about an individuality than any other perspectives of the essences identity, especially more personalities are forged through stinky introduction.

In the not ends… after hours of Ben wearable orange/grey sports footie socks, well done worn ‘n’ stench rising by sweating flood of a tidal wave inside a caged fortress of stale stinkiest footie cleats wouldn’t be as overwhelming as I or you’ll think, a potently sweet aroma of permeated the fabric demands that bacterial residue as pigments create’s a sticky glue, sweat laden stains that gradually appear to darkens in exposed time of rewearing them constantly on his feet never too be taken off yet anyways, intensely smell of wafting green extending tendrils emitting off the materials ‘n’ the surrounding air around me; thence at the moment there’s no true filth or dirts yet added to be building up that’s not evidently not all visible… the only still visible signs where the heaviest form of the sweat from repeatedly same usage, but the darkening areas with the stretched fibres ‘n’ perhaps fainted stains from his own footie feetwear insoles are internally implanted onto his under socks.

As the dampness dryer out, making a warm feet into a cold cools socked material that once radiated the temperature of Ben’s apts intense activity in sports that would appear to be well worn by all prolonged, frayed not in any places, just a smelly damp pristine fabric that would eventually be collecting filth ‘n’ dirt… the greater the yeast pigmentation creating a mess, but externally away from the internally under feet the better for less than brunt of dampens pungent particles during each usage minute… what I’m saying is everyone the internal socks of his feet builders up a themed park of all funfair highlights on a pit of ooze to play in ‘n’ get stuck, the truth about physically exertions in nature that’ll evoke all powerful sensory memories of impression showing exhaustion, which is a realism part of sports, leaving my nose with an interesting twister in unpolished conditions of what his feet has too endure.

Unrelenting efforts of Ben’s administration of socked feet shall all be more beautiful upon first glance to be brave… “Owen my one dear friend, come closer by sitting right in front of my orange/grey football socks were your own nose is at touching distance away”, says Ben, that’s what I did, just look at how much closer I’m now at his socked feet because the stories of how luckiest one can be to be the individual boy first in line to be appreciating these afoul moments of his special sports life; suddenly, I wasn’t an ordinary observer everyone, no not at all, especially whence the urgent of irresistibility was to highest to hold back from actually planting my nose straight into the toes portion of the muskiest wriggled scent, a moment I’ll merely never forget… then?… the aromas hit like a predatory organism wrapping those tendrils likelier a cephalopod squid or octopus around my neck ‘n’ head carefully reeling me in like a giant fisherman’s trawler net.

Towards the stinky I shall be heading to… but for what purpose?, this was an excellent idea for creating an environment conscious entity through which rawness human beings like-wisely Ben was the parasitic representative for his fungi beast thriving on his own body limbs to be used as a whisper only I can here… “Owen our beloved stench is too much to ignore, plant your nose ‘n’ endure the richest stench, our energy, the heat of sweat, the radiation of warmth, our ownerships feet are awaiting for you to comes to the fabric, we’re damp, we’re melded the fibres to preserve your soul entangled forever inside our threads after not hours of wearing a feet coverings but aptly enough four days of fading, sniff us boy”, explain the sock omens, inviting me to compress my senses into his socked snugness material; well, well, well, firmly in one spot, until, “Owen”, says Ben, “go ahead ‘n’ let the stench guides you not in miniature form, but rather into heaven, just dream”, further adds by revealing Ben.

This is it everyone, watch what I’m going to do ‘n’ don’t be afraid, just be me creating a safest space of goodwill of wanting to be all immobilised by the stink omens, as I’m alongside a dense elastic enclosure of Ben’s football socked foot was my dreamland home coming wishful thoughts of being true, while enhancing a sensory experience for my life intensifications to the proximity to the scent of his feet, yes everyones, look at how much close I’m to his feet, all large feet, proudest to actually say that to you’ll see me sitting here while you’re all stood there; henceforth, I’m getting close to whiffing more concentration than visceral because the all sniffing itself shall vary from socks fabric too fleshy skin… firstly, sweater aroma pouring from the feet skin, secondly the warmth from his orange/grey football socks material which acts as a damper for a diffuser distributing the pungent layers with different bodily fluids, so this natural scent richness was primal.

But the perfume in contrast was stored inside the deep entangled threads mesh of Ben’s beloved socks as a gifts filter by a sponge effect reservoir that literally traps the moisture in a sweaty odours perfectly, making his natural one-of-a-kind smeller perfume more palatable yet still aromatic; though inside this particularly sensory experience world I indulge myself in, I can simply imagine what it would like to be like if his aliveness feet becomes an Abzorbaloff, a beastie green rotten in grotesquely pale entity that’ll touches to absorb me ‘n’ no guarantees to stopping or reversing the process either, only sinking into the depths of not just the socks darkness material, but also the flesh feet itself squeezable by my own soul blending with the dominated scent of a lad with large musk… but sniffing these socked feet fabric require a texture orientation as a complex non doubtfulness seeds planted “should I or shouldn’t I” do it to plunge into the overlapping snugness’s stretchable fabric around his toes, arches & heel trapping the enemy stench inside.

The scent was like an alien language, speaking to me in whisper of preserving my sense of smell in Ben’s vitality, the efforts show me of his athletic steps de facto steps, the intense energy on the footie pitched greenery grass field of muddiest stickiness sinking quicksand clinging to the studs, whilst on a quietest landscape of comfort from being cradled by his marvellously feet; by enduring the urge sightsees, then it becomes clear one idealism thing was awaiting me… get ready everyone for a victorious view knockout punch match of ultimate glory battles KO… his toes clenched me gently ‘n’ reeling me in like fishing net… muffle noise of unknown describe words on how I actual emotion felt at this one’s moment couldn’t come out from my mouth as he plunged me right into the his socked feet, yes, those orange/grey football socks as leading encouragement of his stink ‘n’ this was worthier the wait because plant my nose into the toes portion requires’ significant resilience due to the intensity sheer volume of the scent I have been facing directly, leaving the potent air-scape my friend not foe.

Whilst Ben’s socked toes wriggling by clenching on my nose in a playful manner for inviting me, “you likes it don’t you Owen, this’s creation is an absolute masterpiece for the audience lined up in a perfectly crafted fine tune getting to learn about your favourite all around stink socks of mine”, say Ben, but the potent combination of sweating moisture, bacteria fungi ‘n’ dirtier of filth was all mine now creating what’s not quite overwhelmed to one’s own sensory overload, but this for me require demanded more that a physical endurance being here having my nose flooded with foul aroma to withstand the slightest powerful sensations that’s densely packed into his feet environment; not being minuscule, I am feeling the a relentless compressional energy of his socked toes against every single part of my nose that makes this experience both challenge ‘n’ immersive touch of awestruck curiosity to delve into his smelly feet that’s incredibly satisfying.

“Our toes Owen, yes our delightful toes… keen too approach you in ideal comforts… while playing with gentle teases of wafting our owner Ben’s stinkiest feet, a little bit of substantial affections that we react by reeling you in zir constantly to keep you instinctively aware of our curling or wiggling to squinted presence too protect you from the inevitable intrusion’s, then simply shifting by flexing the tactile complexity”, says the socked omens; their deliberately motions shaken up my alertness that only heightened the illusion of not beings vulnerable or forced to do this because this acts of authenticity’s pleasure was all to respond my own self respect to emphasis the raw emotion of how to connect to the real world of natural beauty of male feet… not as an ordinary observer, but to engage in person myself.

Being under the influences light of, oh yes please, teasing feet of sporty Ben, the fabricated toes clenched firmer attachment by all a means anchored in place, but this happened, as his left foot on my right shoulder resting ‘n’ his right foot shall increases greatest strength of all the absorption effectiveness pressure knowing that in between the portion of the toes the fungal tendrils Abzorbaloff has been activated to becomes quicksand causing me to sinking into the material, but insde these socks, orange/grey zirs football socks are attacking my nose uniformly, just like Gentleman Pepe from Looney Tunes sending kisses of course lovable perfume to hypnotise me into an endless stream unbreakable dance of coup de grace… but as you’ll see here I’m not fighting too backs away from the stench only to be remaining to discover what my senses has indeed detected, but this everyone wasn’t fetish nor intimate; so, what about his well worn sponge insoles of his footie cleats?, complex warmth mixture of temperatures with the protective gear on tightly laced up would a tightening gripped squeezes embrace if I was minuscule.

The entire environment wasn’t just a dream come true, but I was in full viewership of where the under feet of Ben’s socked feet all once rising up in humidity in his footie cleats ‘n’ stickiness as the yeast of residue fungi would be all growing into a swampy mess, while being immersed by the fact the wholehearted lovable heat generate exertion would leave the scent aromatherapy too boost, increasing sweating wetness, reapplying with muddiest grass by adding then flooring of the changing room too his house floor filth if remain unchanged-unwashed for longest usage; can’t imagine to resist the urge temptation of smother my face in his controlled feet playing with me… sole-sole of fleshy skin of his limbs-limbs in socked protectionism material, keeping the play soft not rough only clenching toes only firmly when needed to be redirecting my attention to the socks to remain engaged.

With Ben’s large ‘n’ wide arched feet that’s accompanied by thee varieties ridges, creases by the tiniest imperfections that’ll makes the wholesome pressing of all compressional motions against my face, well aptly my nose importantly, created an interestingly ever changing pungent landscapes of how muscular strongest his feet really was, as the grooves in the socks have souls from his heart was always a constant stream of energy distinctiveness’s weight in his re-distributing force during those irregularly exercises of his foot-feet would showcase I’ve continually being squeezed under the shifting feet of expectation the dynamic athletic endurance of efforts; these tensions are… one sweat of a lake… second by a potent stale air… third was a primal power of human existence in a sporty envelop of a living presence that rolls to be a genetically engineered in superior Lifeform of a supernatural entity taking zir over my sense of smell, well my nose.

A lingering loopholes odour remaining in my static raving world of nose hairs, a fewest particularly character performing a festival in a very different realm setting that makes my aptly fully humans to be endorsed like me to admire male muskiest feet in orange/grey football socks called Ben, of how much hard works’ has been put into these’s best fabric process in an naturals unfiltered motion of a dreamlike state… but a little question for you as my audiences as my nose is temporarily free, would you like to be likely me too immerse oneself of an personhood straight into the smelly feet all dampness socks with brave confidence?, wherefore all negatives thoughtfulness are washed away?, or perhaps be transports to a place where the stink omens are showing you’ll the reals world of humans through socks?, that’s your own experience to answer; a voice from my mind, could I last thirty minutes sniff his feet?, but normally endure the scented air of a rich laden material as longer than I indeed wanted to proceed a challenge I’m not resisting.

So during the next enrolment of around aptly thirty minutes I’ll be infuse myself with the damp of a certain sweaty feet of Ben here, right here ‘n’ right now… no fear, no doubts… only pleasurable a feeling of peace, but without the dirtiest in muddy grass or of filth currently seen, just alongside the intoxicate stench that immerse me to explore the whole world that fuels my curiosity of desirable beauty in life… braveness… endurance… resilience… to be sure to have my nose covered in stale air, combines with the clenched pleasure from him to let his socked feet have a mind of their own to keep me alert of the hours or days lost count since I’ve sniffed them because the pungent smell wants me to sniff them not think about the lengthwise period of rewearing the same pair nonstop; I think it was four days or four hours wasn’t it, something like apt that, as I’m sure bravery to endure the days of him rewearing the same pair of socks ‘n’ cleats form a deep breath of how wildest in daringly fascination that led me to believe embrace the idea what authenticity looks like.

But in this realism lifetime dream, I was transported to a different dimension where an athletic life stems from energetic exertion in exercise that could sightsee me seeing Ben’s under feet zir feels through his overlapping socked feet relaxed upwards, the smells deepen over socked age of over days ago, showing my nose the differences between sniffing them in the absorbing snug material being smothered into the pungent scent even more concentrated interesting in the entangle fabrics of threads profoundly pressing tightly together onto me; amplification of every nuance where all sweat by bacterial activity was growling into my nose that’ll make me part of the stickiness moist or damp darks enclosure, creating a perfect scene balance of both sides potent ‘n’ layered between his fleshy skinned feet too material of the socks that becomes an interesting entity to override me.

This tangible sensation was part of the process fabric texture that held the moist stickiness not crusty dried out sweat as a reservoir where this hugged tightly to Ben’s skin fleshy shrinkage wraps in place, a form touch-touch anchor likely adhesive PVA glue, while then me inhaling by breathing the grandest possibles effort into a simple, not an ordinary human submissive act of weakness in all sniffing the intense sensory stimulus, remember I had granted to my own self permission to breathe in his feet odour, that bridged my boundaries between comfort over discomfort, only to find the most beautiful pleasure in the primal rawest experiences… but in theses storytelling moments of mine creations as the participant, bathing in warm embrace or coldly manky air had a very different surprisingly as he did something with his socked toes feet I didn’t see coming at all; what was the surprise?, it wasn’t alls dreaming being ables minuscule again, but something else came from him, yes a gentle voice came out.

“Owen, listens to me only… you’re a boy… a friend to explore my aromatic therapy footballers socks… my feet has been placed on your mouth, not to silence’s you, so you can’t talk about anything too them, the audience will see by witness what we’re doing here at this moment in time, only your actionable performances can all reveals the next step phases of this imaginations world of tales… a journey that only takes you through dimensions, something the everyone may not fully understand or grasp yet, this act isn’t just a fetish or intimately related too viewer scenes… only you can be seeking one’s own reflection to your happiness”, says Ben, there is he, Ben my beloved friend who’s got his own life together right foot in those orange/grey football socks clenched by squinting or squeezing on my nose keeping me awake ‘n’ in place stills like a frozen snowman, but I didn’t actually want to really escapees the darkness of stench; though the fabric hugged onto my nose all a bit more tightly, creating a vacuum chamber that tugs at my nose ‘n’ senses in a manner where I’m sure to be enjoying the warmth.

With each material being fold of bunching up from these orange/grey football clouds of socks not actually seen, the creases aptly reveal when squinting, a newest layers of how Ben’s sweetheart sweaty feet has become the perfect balances between sensation to discover my funtime joy at these face planted by all a pressure points integrated with the sniffing… but socked foot on my mouth remains their as my eyesight was facing his owns feet, yes those snuggle fitting socks around his toes created a real life serpent… what a beautiful but lovely serpent constricting to squeeze me in pungent air, hissing quietly as I’m subdued with eases, while the compressional fabric along his arch would be a duller temptation that radiates from his skin of flesh through the entangles fibres; a curiosity for me was a desirable challenge, nose zir embedded in between his toes shall transform this one sensitives topic into an immersive experience to which I’ll be the best suited boy.

Instead of getting the idealism illusionary vividness images of me simply performing acts sniffing Ben’s socked feet from a distance watching me, I’m in full shocking mode wave direct contacts with the body primal force of his souls strongest instinct feet were his playful toes are knockout point because I’m at the concentration portion of the richness aroma of natural fragrant odours of fabric harbouring the wetness sweat, green tendrils of stink ‘n’ bacterial growth pigment sticky residue swamp amplifies every single time I inhale; while the coolness texture erases the tiny creases that’s doesn’t seem to shift during the movements of his reacted toes, but… “your preened here Owen heightens the feeling of bracing the stinkiest feeling of not being vulnerable under my feet, my all feet, the feet stench of mine clenching toes are the only the ones to explore the slightest grotesque sensation”, says Ben.

These subtle movements I’m just enjoying was simply a muskiest layered piece of the experience, which shows I was able to get a focal points on this guy in a particular way that exposed me to his most active lifestyle of foot-feet embodiment essence of a Ben in all an incredible football player’s athletic performance in efforts to produce a potent scapes of strength… strengthening… attack on my nose’ whence I hear from him, “just follow my feet Owen, yes my feet, my beautifully life you admire for stories are in charge of you now, just keep yourself in a world where you’re relaxed for a vinegar cheese feast of a lifetime, like a suction plunger when zir nose was embeds, no escape”, says Ben, as I was pumped with adrenaline of happiness coursing through me with astonishment; “why would you want to escape, na, whence facing the stinkiest lads of sweatiest socks on my unwashed feet, you’re not backing away that easily, only to face or find yourself entangled in my all threads of fabrications interlocked within the fabric forever”, adds Ben… but what’s the difference?.

The actual reasonable difference’s was a two way sniff for me as a boy contestant in a socks match championships, whence I was embedding my nose planted firmest in the toes wriggle in portion of Ben’s socked foot, but the wholeheartedly sniffer, me was like a second skin in active combat, seeing what aliveness’s with the radiated heat that caused his feet to sweat upon a shortest times having these’s orange/grey football socks on wearing them, way before his soiled footie cleats was placement tied up onto his feet for protection against the natural field wildness condition forces… but he was demonstrating to me that one zir surprise that I didn’t see coming, let alone the audience witnessing me being ever-so brave; he thence removed his socks for a short stretch by all his means making me press my nose straight into the fleshy skin ‘n’ toes gap’s in a compressed manner that lies in the air of his own body fluids implanting my own sense for goodwill.

This sensory enrichment demonstrates Ben’s owns willingness to accepts responsibility whence shoving his bare feet in my face ‘n’ pressing on my mouth to show to you that as he turned his socks insider’s out, the attention was reeling on the gloopy mess inside the fabrics that pressing against my all mouth by usages his bare feet as the anchor point… but imagine the all dampness, must be against your face like mine, especially mouth when this sweets of his feet seeping onto me ‘n’ you’ll carrying the essences of hours’ by days’ of wearing, while his overlapping toes created a zir cozy enclosure which encourages this space between realty ‘n’ how a little imagination too being rubbed against together the whole apt playfulness in whispering tales of sportsmanship; whence sniffer someone else’s socked feet, remember the scent of fabric has a dampening display of distributions in how the odour is absorbed, compared to the infused layers that diffused from the skin too his fibres of his football socks.

One ideal part I notice in these sniffing sessions, is the how’s two different kinds of sweat moisture, a new personal type of bacteria fungi we’ll have including my friend here, “indescribable” is the all natural word to usages for describing because this fungus on our feet ‘n’ socks are uniquely suitable too “us”, due too a variety that “we” are in fact a parasite host as single speciesism’s individuals, the dirt from either mud or grass colour changes the materials of filth from his footie cleats insoles ‘n’ changing room or house zirs floor highlights our’s feet like Ben’s socked feet also in a different way as wellness, forming a complexity of networks of a particular texture so irresistibility that drives me to believer socks are more alive; by pulsing a heartbeat in an entity wants me to experience the stench at close proximity not hiding in the distance.

The socks are a fountain sponges reservoir in contrast, no matter how sweaty in soaked moisture or all smelliest these orange/grey football socks will get eventually in time with every zir all wearing unchanged by unwashed, but this act wasn’t for everyone’s in my audience to partake themselves… maybe a smaller proportion of people that wouldn’t mind doing it themselves would enjoy the all plunge, moreover the toes idea that clenched their digits too firm for a little heightening sensory immersion; if I or you were aptly a minuscule, thinks about the radiated heat directly from Ben’s feet from inside his footie cleats where the air would be far more than potent atmosphere of pungent air-scape of all the concentrations dripping onto “our” tiny bodies’ form; but on theses snug socks… no creases or bunch ups found… no matter the placement on the feet connection… the moisture is palpable warmth in every single piece, whether the toes, arches or heel, the sniffing is embedded to intensity the tactile sensationalism.

Thanks to the sheer amount warmth of the footie socks pressing on to me… well my nose actually, this’ll make my heart physically stronger to learn in a stale breathable room in this environmental boilermaker system of happiness for a pleasurable moments into close contact with these lovely crafted socked feet by experience the feeling here on this planet earth a workout lesson of a simple exercise of sniffing Ben’s feet to an encompass encounter where simple boundaries are indeed fine to be broken with a reinforced concrete cement foundation grey covered carport flooring of an a friendship patience to understanding my preferences; a primal zir space of positivity would lead the fabricated universe too be aptly transported straightforward into my inhaling nose… the energy… the one sweat ‘n’ aroma is mine to sniffs for a while longer… well until this storytelling is over… though until thence I’ll be breathing the all infused raw essence of a lads human activity in sports.

But questions was stills on my mind, why was these orange/grey footie socks quite differently snuggest than his lighter blue pair?, why was the light blue pair slight bigger than these current ones? ‘n’ why did the orange/grey pair look smaller on his feet compare than the light blue pair of larger?, that’s what raises the intriguing curiosity about socks; this was the illusionary idea that Ben’s feet appearing larger in those previously light blue pair because while he’s wearing theses orange/grey socks shall be sitting somewhat different on his feet based on a primary of how colourful are work together to fit by influencing a visually perceptions, yes everyone, his light blue pair was tending too reflect more light by creating a constant pattern against his skin, which enlargements or as I say, “enhances” the feet’s shape appearance of his own large feet by drawing eyes instant attention to his feet emphasising his natural anatomy human designed contours.

Conversely, these orange/grey footie socks are darker in colour’s compared to the light blue pair because of muted tones are more pronounced in the spectrums blend of kaleidoscope of his feet all feet shape that seems less pronounced in prominent smaller feet since these are in fact smallest looking as I’m looking at them as than his actuals feet sizes itself, which means these material are more snuggles but tighter pressure points on his toes squashing them up by how his feet too foot shape is thus a shrinkage… not that type of shrinkage, by the way his footballs sports socks have the optical illusion of an additional layer of how tighter snug fitting fabric compared too slightly loose fabric have surely variations in perceive strengthening in the odour retentions or “stink” inside ‘n’ outsider those mittens trapping up heat… sweat,., bacteria more than effectively; though increasing the stench shall be differently applied between two different coloured material’s feet will makes them influence the airflow further depending on how his feet are affected by the smell overtime.

The green tendril wafting out whisperings foul stench was always delightfulness for me during either these footie orange/grey footie socks or the light blue ones because they’re all aptly worns worth exploring by my nose eventually in time, these enhancements’ in feet constructed in visibility of how Ben’s hard working team toes, rugged arches ‘n’ muscular heels whence their’s appearance are seen in these changed pairs, whether a thick pair or alls thin pair, the colours aren’t quite transparent, but a castor mold of bacterial growth creates a living impressional web network that’s tightly or loosely connected by sealing his feet-feet together up in a fabrics of fabulously worn but overstretched material; hence, the elastic definition are the created illusion of prominent feet features, were in contrast orange/grey pair are opaque material compressing zir the natural outlines of his feet obscurity appear stunted ‘n’ mores smaller compared to light blue pair are making his feet appearing larger & wider than his feet size by shape… but why smaller?.

The darker Ben’s socks are, the more absorption in sweat by alls odour means… a tighter snugs socks, equals a tighter forming fit, were all details of his feet casks the flattening effect to distort the natural contours whence staring at them, where less wrinkling of material aren’t necessarily seen whatsoever… just erase simple, forthrights diminishing the larger lads like him who have proudest in excellence muskiest alpha feet to test my senses of self smell; therefore… as I lingering within this joyously realisms vividness’s beauty about the scent locked up in the fabrics zirs entanglement threads have stood the test of time bearing the brunt of his footie cleats that became a symphony of all a breezeway musics to my ears, leading theses sensational fore upon a learning connection not “fetish”, or intimate”, just pleasurable bond between a boy-lad sought of activity with his socks.

These socks… soaked ‘n’ drenched wellness’s worn… sweaty by marvellous in aromatic waft of sweets smelly… my nose to Ben’s embedded toes becomes an repositories of how his a effortlessly have been rewarded with his stories directly led to me into my all heartbeat spirit consciousness’s greatest power heart to seek the best possible life embraces for a sensory fulfilments path journey leading me into the purity authentic heart of a sports personhood; I realised that to truly understand this experiences by sharing it in a very different audience as you’re my personal everyone, my zir energy was to endure the not just the sniffing, but also imagining life being a minuscule individual who was tied up firms on his foot under the entanglement materiel of a sports sock to remain close together on the potent rawest fragrance, to feel the wets sweat of moisture… smell of accumulation wear… with me as an ordinary boy alongside his performance in footie cleats.

Thanks to those playful whispers from the stink omens have toys with me in a non threatening manner to sniffer these socked feet of Ben’s without any reason whatsoever in sightsee hesitation or even backdown on repellent, only boldest level confidence to be found in my happiness world taking the plunge to his natural feet in a warmhearted peace where a place I loves create for ultimate comfort in familiarity that has always invited me to accept myself in a world where conformal dress code is taking over, I born into a very specially human to stands out ‘n’ “be myself” was the best importance part of being “a”… “one”… “individual”; immersions in storytelling was my way to communicates enthusiasm with the all audience members who read this through these tales to shares a part of my life with you in my true believe to influences a world of identity through creatively freedom not academic limitations… by imagination is the key to reshaping a planet with different minds over different brains can let a raw vivid world like mine throughly socks to understand another human being like Ben.

In a new stargazing earthly light, my dream wasn’t just a fantasy, I surrendered to a sensory journey of positive energies, by which allowing myself the chance not opportunity to become part of this tale I’ve made with all pure imagination to think by using my own nose woven or embedded into the Ben’s clothing fabrics of footie orange/grey socks firsthand experiencing the usual beauty that a lad has always had a vibrants smile’n’ enduring heartfelt patience warmth of my friend’s essence of those well worn material covers his feet; “Owen, our beloved boy, you’ve done us proud by show yourself the immense power of how identity in something ever-so unique in an unusual form has always been there to make a very real learning process more powerful by how you’ve shaped by all our owner Ben”, says the stink socked omens, “come back again to sniffers us in… “The Sinking Dreamscape: Tale Of Whispering Socks”, where you’ll be facing a wholesome newest adventure in socks next time” further adds the stink omens.

But as the storytelling ends to fade everyone, the stink omens all have one more thing to add… a message… “in this vividness apt dreamland, our host children boy named Owen, heard about our playful whisper’s from our athletic owner Ben’s socked feet, clad in these beautiful orange/grey footie socks, letting us as the most preciously pungent tendrils of green afoul entities to play with the noses of those who found us profoundly attractiveness’s whence revealed when sniffing our potent toes… this zir blurring the lines between observer too partaking with the immersion to interactive not watch us in a sensory experiences unlike non other”, finishes the storytelling tale with the stink omens.

See you’ll next time for another socks dreamer adventure…