First Date Chapters 10-11
It was Nikki again. This time your eyes didn't lock into hers, they were blatantly scanning over her body, loving everything they saw. But Nikki had an agenda. "So, you like smelling socks? How would you like to take a whiff of these?" Your shame rose like acid reflux into your throat. Not because of how Nikki was taunting you. Not because of the other girls laughing at you. Not because of how your ex-girlfriend, Madden, had told them all shameful stories about you. But because when she said that, and when your eyes were instantly drawn to her cute little feet, the blood began rushing to your cock. You felt shame because you would LOVE to smell her dirty socks. And as humiliating as it may be, you were way too exposed to pretend it wasn't true.