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This weekend, I was sitting down, completely preoccupied with something, probably mail, or paying bills, or some such thing, and J was trying to hurry me out the door. To go nowhere really, but he wanted to get there fast. I was dressed and pretty much ready, but I lacked one thing: socks
I don't know if growing up in this country made me this way,(us Dutchies wear clogs without socks) but I have an affinity for bare feet. I always leave socks to the last possibly moment. When I'm at home, I just don't bother with socks. J thinks this is weird, and he obsessively feels my toes. If he judges them to be cold, he'll go get a pair of my slipper socks, the Tweeties, or the Poohs, and put them on my feet.
So of course while I was sitting, trying to get things done, I was still barefoot.
Coffee: "I still need socks hun."
I thought that would discourage him a bit, and back off. It didn't.
He went and fetched me some socks, knelt down, and started putting them on my feet.
Eventually, I looked to see what was going on down there, and saw that I was wearing blue socks.
Coffee: "I can't wear blue socks."
J : "Why not?"
Coffee: "Because, J my pants are gray and my shoes are black. I have to wear socks that are either gray or black."
So he takes them off and goes back to the bedroom. Soon, I feel him putting a new pair of socks on my feet. Something feels very wrong.
Coffee: "J, those are not the right socks."
J: "But they're gray, like you said!"
Coffee: "Yes, but they're athletic socks. These are nice linen pants. Those are very expensive, pretty shoes. I need dress socks."
So he bounds back to the bedroom, and I think maybe he'll just leave me alone now. I should know better.The next pair that I feel (and by feel, I mean that J doesn't know how to put socks on. He shoves and pulls and complains that girl socks are too tiny.) don't seem to be an improvement. Am I brave enough to look down?
Coffee: "J,.. those are red!... Red athletic socks!"
He looks up at me, a huge grin on his face. He thinks he's just pulled a great joke on me.
He has the right pair in his pocket, and puts them on my feet. Well, not exactly the right socks. They're gray, but with white flecks.
But in almost 20 years with this guy, I have learned one thing: not to push my luck. I bit my tongue, grabbed my purse and headed out, towards nowhere. Fast like the wind.
10/3/2005 12:46 pm
he he, I hate wearing socks, I have draw full of them that I rufuse to keep in pairs, so when I do wear them I just grab any two, colour, design dosnt matter just any two |
It use to drive my ex mad until I pointed out that you never have to search for the missing sock because there never is one
10/3/2005 2:01 pm
I don't wear socks unless it's really freezing cold but I have a million pairs of them somewhere. I don't think I have one pair of regular socks though, a lot of them are similar to the one in your pic here but with more colours and pictures on them. My favourite pair has a big smiling frog on them |
10/4/2005 3:18 am
Get him to dress you completely ....they are always very quick to get your clothes off...lets see them dress you|
10/4/2005 3:33 am
I see you standing tall|
arguing over..Bra first ?
feeling their joint breath on your body
as they inspect
you don't mind
that they can't make up their mind
You are proud
cold.. your nipples salute the guys
the longer they argue
the longer they gaze
you catch their eye
one by one
you defy their gaze
thrusting your breasts further
into their faces
one is on his knees
begging you to lift a leg
insert it into your panties
he begs for the other leg ..you comply
comply with a twist in your mouth
who are these fondlings
he pulls your panties up your legs
deliberately pausing at your soft mound
where he drinks your scent
another grabs your shoulders
pulls you back
the other fits your Bra to your breasts
was it a rough fitting
what made you moist
did you catch his eye again?
They stand back
command you to turn
your back to them
They throw black high heels at you
*get them on *they demand
bending over... you
slowly you fit them
feeling their eyes
into your back
feasting on your ass
sucking on your thighs
you stand cold and tall
10/4/2005 8:08 am
Sometimes love is expressed in song, sometimes whispered in sweet nothings, sometimes in a sensual dance, sometimes in sweaty sex, and sometimes .... in socks.|
10/5/2005 1:04 pm
i hate things on my feet,and in greece there obsessed with keeping there feet warm or at least wearing slipper,even the doc shouts at me for going bare foot|
10/6/2005 5:33 am
Strike retrieves everything but socks , nips|
10/7/2005 8:43 am
I never wear socks either....|
10/7/2005 8:44 am
Strike just eats the socks, nipa|
10/7/2005 8:45 am
btw Nipafluff that was lovely writing|
10/22/2005 9:15 am
Phew, my socks are safe from Strike then!|