Naked (Sex) With Socks On

When I first started having sex it was on a timed schedule. My girlfriend’s house was like Grand Central Station and you never knew when someone might pop up. Honestly, I have no idea how we never got caught, but our episodes were generally a quickie with her hiking up her skirt and me lowering my boxers around my knees. Wasn’t the most ideal situation, but, hey, it got the job done.

When we finally had an empty house to ourselves with no possibility of interruption (my mom was out of the country for a week) it was the first time we would have 100% nude sex. The thing is, though, my girl had a thing about her feet. For whatever the reason, she was embarrassed by them and never ever revealed them to me. If ever she caught me looking down at her bare feet she’d shriek and tackle-hug me to stop any further viewings. So when our first opportunity came to have buck-bald-naked sex, she stood there before me Naked With Socks On.

Regardless, I was amazed by my first viewing of a female body up close and personal and in its entirety (well, save for the bright green socks). At the same time, this was my first instance revealing my scrawny teenaged body to someone as well. It was a sacred moment that we only get to experience once. But I was completely nude while she was just Naked With Socks On. I protested the 98% nudity, but there were plenty of unearthed lady lumps to briefly switch my focus.

As sweet and special as the moment the two of us was sharing was, the thing is, those damn bright green socks were distracting me as they flailed by my head in my peripheral vision. So the first instance that I got, I used my dominant position to forcibly remove those bright green socks while her legs were airborne. Despite her brief protest, I found a way to sooth her into submission. Cause truth be told, the last thing I was looking at at that particular moment and time was her feet.

In the years that have passed since then, I think I’ve developed a pattern of sexual sock removal. Sorry, I don’t care if it’s cold. Sorry, I don’t care if you have bunions. Sorry, I don’t care if you didn’t have time to take them off. If I’m gonna share myself completely, I require that you do as well. I want any woman I’m intimate with to feel as if we’re on an equal playing field. I’m not holding back and I don’t want you to either. So off with the socks, off with the socks. I’ll pull, yank, twirl them off and get right back down to business.

So in my many years, I’ve pulled off a fair share of socks, not because of some little fetish but because I want you/her to let go of every inhibition, every sexual fear, every intimate insecurity. So let’s get naked. You can even keep your socks on if you like. In fact that works better for me because I kinda enjoy knockin them off anyway.