How my smelling socks and nylon fetish was born

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Nylon_Sniper
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How my smelling socks and nylon fetish was born

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I hope this true story doesn't breaking any rules...if so...my sincerest apologies!

So. My true story might be the same for a lot of you. My fetish for smelling socks and later nylons began when I was around 5 years old. The year was 1979. I would discover my fetish with my older half sister who was 19 years older than me. Her name is Beth. She was 24 and had just moved in with me and my parents with my nephew who was 3 months younger than me. She had moved to where we lived from New Jersey and was attending a trade school for becoming a business secretary. Here is how I discovered my fetish.

My nephew and I were playing in the basement and after rough housing, we were thirsty and started to head up stairs to the main level. As we headed up, I saw my sister Beth in our spare room laying on her stomach vertical on the bed and her white cotton sock feet hanging over the bed. She was reading her college book and taking notes. As I came up the stairs, for the very first time in my life, I noticed her sock feet and suddenly began getting an erection looking at them. For what ever reason, I started to have this feeling of wanting to smell them. As I slowly came up the stairs she began to move her feet around making me more aroused and curious. As my nephew and I awaited for my Mom to get our drinks, I leaned over the doorway to look at her sock feet in more depth. After getting our drinks, I asked my nephew if he would ask his Mom if we could smell her socks. I don’t recall the entire conversation other than my nephew motioning me over to the floor by her feet. My heart began to race with excitement.

As I sat on my knees, I was positioned by her right foot. I remember the look of her feet outlined in her white socks and the two thin orange lines around the fuzzy ankle portion of the sock. I remember my heart was pounding in my chest and I was short of breath. As I leaned forward to inhale her sock foot for the first time, my erection became so intense and hard, that it was hurting me. To this day, I have never had this sort of painful erection. I remember the smell of leather and the hint of vinegar smelling her sock foot. It was not a foul or pungent smell. I got more and more aroused and excited that I wanted to dry hump while I was smelling them. My nephew joined in smelling her left foot, and was not amused and made a comment that this was stupid and got up. As I kept rocking back and forth on my knees inhaling her sock foot and getting more and more horny to where I wanted to hit my climax, my sister leaned back and said “okay…that’s enough, you need to get up.” This short moment smelling Beth’s white cotton sock foot in my life, would plant a sexual fetish seed in me that to this day consumes my life at the age of 47.

After this exciting moment, I remember getting excited to go to bed so that I could relive that moment while dry humping my pillow and hitting my climax while fantasizing my little face planted in her encased white cotton sock feet. The next day all I wanted to do was stare at her sock feet. That following week, it would expose another fetish. My Mom had taken me with her to Sears as she needed to shop for clothes for some event. As always, I broke off to explore and look for toys. As I was walking away from my Mom, I remember seeing a manikin dressed in black sheer nylons. I got an instant erection seeing this. I slowly walked up to it, taking in the plastic woman’s nylon clad legs. I remember rubbing my hands up and down the legs getting turned on doing so. Being a naïve kid, I leaned over to smell the top of the manikins foot only to get full scent of plastic. This small event would open my eyes to the women working in the store wearing pantyhose. That began the desire to want to smell women’s pantyhose feet.

As I got older, I began to notice business women wearing pantyhose as well as my teachers and some family members. My 4th grade teacher Ms. Mullins would be the first to open my eyes to the assortments of colors of pantyhose. My previous teachers always wore the standard nude color hosiery. Ms. Mullins would wear black, grey, white, red, and on St. Patrick’s Day, she wore green pantyhose. In the winter she would wear snow boots in to class, then change in to her heels. I would always get excited and get an erection waiting feverishly to see her nylon clad feet slip out of her boots and in to heels. Several times she would catch me watching her and smile. I always wondered what she was thinking. I would dry hump my pillow at night fantasizing about that days pantyhose. She was amazing. I would have future teachers in junior high and high school that would wear many different styles of pantyhose. Some with designs in them. This only made me more addicted to pantyhose.

My half sister Beth would wear pantyhose at holidays. Christmas was once red pantyhose, Easter was white, and Thanksgiving was either black or white. As I got in to high school, Beth would get her massaging certificate. Sometimes she would wear socks, other times she would wear knee highs. Her nylons were either sheer black, white, or grey. Her sock selection also grew from white to light blues, light green, red, peach, and pink. I would often stay the night and work my way to where the washing machine was which was in the kitchen by her bedroom door, to try and fish her socks or knee highs out of the hamper to smell and jerk off to. She had birds near the washer and dryer, and as soon as I could see a sock to steal, the damn birds would make a bunch of noise, that Beth would come out to see what the commotion was about. With this inconvenience of the birds keeping me away from her hamper, I had to find another way. I would offer to trade porn mags that I had stolen from friends whose dads hid them in bathrooms under sinks. My nephew agreed to steal Beth’s socks or knee highs from the hamper and put in zip lock bags. Not once did Beth ever ask me or my nephew where were her socks or knee highs were going or why were they missing! :clap:

When I would turn 16, my hormones were out of control. I would jerk off daily to store catalogs with women wearing pantyhose. I would cut them out as well as Sunday ads of women wearing pantyhose. Playboy mags as well as other hardcore mags I got my hands on were great resources. I began to take a liking to thigh high stockings. My fetish was raging. We had a severe cold front that came in the winter of 1990 where it got to -20 below. We had no school. So, one night after going through my pantyhose clipping collection, I decided to write my half sister Beth a 4 page letter about my fetish, and how bad I wanted to smell her socks as well as nylons on her feet. I gained the courage, and gave it to her on a night I stayed over. I almost threw up giving it to her. I was that nervous. She smiled and took the letter. Low and behold no comment or word was ever said. It was a disappointment. :S

At times my Mom would take me to Beth's house to check on when Beth, my niece and nephew went on trips. Sometimes I got lucky and find that she didn’t do laundry and steal socks to take home and have my way with. Always returning them. When my nephew moved to New Jersey in 93′, Beth would date and get married several years later. He liked to travel. When I was 20, Beth said they were going on a trip and asked that I stay at the house to take care of her cats. They would be gone 5 days. I said yes without any hesitation! My fetish world would be taken to a new level. Beth would leave a pair of nude pantyhose in the hamper with other clothing. Sadly no socks. I often wonder if she had suspicions about me and her socks. I would sniff and jerk off all while recording myself with a VHS camcorder. I would explore Beth’s drawers and closet. I would later find the 4 page letter I wrote her when I was 16. I was shocked! As I explored her drawers I was finding thigh highs, sexy panties, her socks, and then making my way to her closet, I saw her shoe collection. For whatever reason, I decided to try on her panties. They were too small. So, I tried her on a fresh pair of pantyhose and it was a tight fit. My cock got HARD! Then, for whatever reason, I had the desire to smell her heels. The leather and her scent was rock hardening! I was open to a whole new world. I fantasized about her nylon clad feet in them. I began to to take her other heel and began fucking it while smelling her other heel. It was so intense that I shot a large load of cum in her heel. It was on of the most amazing organisms I have ever had. I would slowly tip her heel up and down watching my cum go back and forth layering the insole with my cum.

As the years had gone by, Beth would move in with my parents when my dad was diagnosed with dementia. I would often go to my parents house for lunch to see how my dad was doing. Sometimes, nobody would be home. So, I would help myself to Beth’s bedroom and find her worn socks to smell and either fuck her tennis shoes or other type of shoe and cum inside of. I would record my endeavor with a digital camera. Sadly all are gone after having a major external hard drive crash. I was doing this on a regular basis. I would also sneak taking a picture of Beth wearing white socks or when she wore black or white pantyhose for a holiday event. I had great jerking material of Beth. Up until last year, Beth lived with our Mom and moved out. Now I am not able to get access to her socks or shoes. I bought her some bright blue Adidas tennis shoes a few months ago and fucked them twice while looking at pictures of her in pantyhose. I gave my friend who cum’s in large loads the shoes to cum in before giving Beth her new shoes.

I’ve been blessed over the years to have had several women be open to my fetish. My ex wife's socks and nylons were AMAZING. Sadly my current wife’s socks do not have any scent to them. BUT, Beth’s socks and nylons will ALWAYS be #1 in my books. Beth set the bar very high, and I admit I am very discriminating comparing their scent to Beth’s when I have smelled other women’s socks or nylons on them, or when I have raided hampers.

It drives me crazy seeing women wearing socks or pantyhose and not be able to have my way with their sock or nylon clad feet. Especially with certain celebrity’s or women I see in stores or restaurants. Wish I could meet open minded women locally to massage and inhale their sock or nylon feet. Those days maybe sadly over with the bare feet fashion trend. :roll:

Thanks for letting me share how my fetish was born and for reading it...I have one day a week to get online. Look forward to reading comments.

Be well everyone!!

Nylon Sniper


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Re: How my smelling socks and nylon fetish was born

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That was beyond tmi lol
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