Her socks have created within me a new sense of appreciation for beauty. I would not call it a sudden development; rather a slow progress from gleeful glances to profound observations. My eyes now demand to be fixated on those small pairs of clothing that have the gift of fortune to stay so close and hug her shapely ankles, often helping them play peek-a-boo. I don’t know if it is the colours of the fabric that demand my attention or (at the risk of being exposed to accusations of perversion) if it is just a fetish I have developed for feet, but I find it difficult to stop staring at those socks and imagining the landscape underneath. How could something that has the ground and its dust for regular company create such a strong affinity within me?
Maybe I’m just fascinated with the choice of the colours she decides to wear on her feet… But then, I find myself least interested in the same colours when they await moisture’s farewell on her drying line! It is only when socks envelope her body’s lowest (strictly in an anatomical sense) beauties do I find myself staring at them with no sense of what the waiter standing beside us with our coffee might be thinking of me. I have even found myself to be slightly absent to what she might be saying, and I must add that I’m not exaggerating one bit because I do remember incidents when it happened (even though as I write this, they do seem to be some quite peculiar memories I have gathered).
I am almost completely sure it is not a perversion I have given myself access to, because I don’t find myself staring at other feet around me. I understand that this is not a very logically reasoned argument, as the pervert within sometimes comes alive only when a certain prerequisite is met – that you are attracted to the said subject. So, I should not really dismiss the idea of perversion completely. I may have developed a liking for the lovelies closest to earth. Like I said a few lines ago, her socks have managed to fill me with a new found sense of beauty, or if words were scarce, I’d say her socks have made me a pervert.
Love it. That sort of perversion anyone can live with.
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Hahaha.. Yeah. I’m enjoying every bit of it.
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This is strangely cute and absolutely fun to read….good job ♡👍
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Thank you very much, Antra 🙂
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What a great read – odd funny sweet romantic and sexy
Made me smile 😊
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Well, thank you so much for that generous compliment! If it makes you smile, the piece has done its job!
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Yes indeed 😊
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Bit amusing though wonderful to read your observations Geet. Well done.
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Thanks so much, Dheeraj! 🙂
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Pleasure 😊
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It’s weirdly good to read this, funny as it seems, you are a perfect lunatic in mind which lits up a smile in my face:)
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Hahaha. Then the post seems to have done its job! Thank you so much for the wonderful compliment. 🙂
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Nailed it:) I reckon I’m going to spend some time in your blog space, absolute pleasure:)
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It’ll be a pleasure to me. I hope you enjoy the pieces on the blog and experience a worthy trip through the Thought Train Network.:)
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Oh..I’m still on your space which proves that I’m definitely having a good time here buddy:) All the best for all your future endeavours:)
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Thank you very much. It is a pleasure playing host to you… 🙂
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I’m honored:)
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I love the amount of detail.
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🙂 I love writing that way.
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detailing and the caveats create all the humour, especially the caveats.. 🙂
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Thank you. I do resort to caveats for humour; I’m aware of that. *grins cheekily*
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cheeky grin back 😛
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Hehe…
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Who would write on a pair of socks other than you, you take your posts to a whole new level of imagination, creativity and the out of box thinking.. Awesome would not sufficient for a post like this.. Hats off
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Oh.. Thank you so much! Awesome is a great word for a post on socks. 😛 So delighted to receive such a wonderful comment.
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Hahahahaha. Guess she doesn’t have stinky ole feet then eh?!
“My eyes now demand to be fixated on those small pairs of clothing that have the gift of fortune to stay so close and hug her shapely ankles, often helping them play peek-a-boo. ” – Love this.
– esme waving a shapely ankle at the crowds from upon the Cloud
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Hahaha.. Nope. Not “stinky”. Not “ole”. I loved that bit too. Oooohhh.. A shapely ankle, eh?
*pervert mode activated*
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I’m in a Playboy spread -‘ Victorian Babes’ next week. Ankles all over the show and a quick one of the wrist too!
– esme looking saucy in an ankle-length gown with high collar upon the Cloud
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Of course! I’ll be sure to check the issue. It’ll probably be the first one with that attire. However, the ankles would be enough show to make sure that there are no complaints…
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Second post of yours I have read in the past half hour, that features socks. Mmmm.
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I can assure there is no conflict of interest between me and any sort of Socks Inc. They just happen to creep into my writing. I’ll try to pass my future articles through a socks screen. Hehe…
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