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Walking past my door, you can't help but notice one of my big feet sticking out the end of the covers. You hesitate for a few seconds, before slowly opening the door and sneaking to the foot of the bed. Kneeling down, you simply stare at my foot for a few moments, before leaning in and taking a small sniff. A look of dreamy contentment falls across your face, and immediately you know you need more. Inching closer, you put your nose at the base of my toes and breathe deeper, longer, sniffing and inhaling the stink of my foot. It's everything you've ever imagined, the smell, the meaty sole, the rounded toes... in almost a dreamlike state you continue simply sniffing, until,

"Having fun down there?"

You jerk backwards to see my smirking face looking down from the other end of the bed. You face goes hot as you try to stammer out an explanation, but eventually you can offer no more than, "I-I'm sorry..."
The silence grows for a few seconds until suddenly, I laugh. "Sorry, but seeing you squirm like that was too funny! I've seen you sneaking little glances at my feet, trying to put yourself in positions where you can "accidentally" get close to them, and I'm pretty sure there's a pair of my socks hidden in your room somewhere. I'm just surprised this hasn't happened earlier."
"So, you're not mad?"
"Why would I be? I love having someone worship my big, smelly feet. Speaking of which, weren't you in the middle of something?" I wiggled my toes, and a shy smile crossed your face before you ecstatically fell back to worshipping...

Description
Walking past my door, you can't help but notice one of my big feet sticking out the end of the covers. You hesitate for a few seconds, before slowly opening the door and sneaking to the foot of the bed. Kneeling down, you simply stare at my foot for a few moments, before leaning in and taking a small sniff. A look of dreamy contentment falls across your face, and immediately you know you need more. Inching closer, you put your nose at the base of my toes and breathe deeper, longer, sniffing and inhaling the stink of my foot. It's everything you've ever imagined, the smell, the meaty sole, the rounded toes... in almost a dreamlike state you continue simply sniffing, until,

"Having fun down there?"

You jerk backwards to see my smirking face looking down from the other end of the bed. You face goes hot as you try to stammer out an explanation, but eventually you can offer no more than, "I-I'm sorry..."
The silence grows for a few seconds until suddenly, I laugh. "Sorry, but seeing you squirm like that was too funny! I've seen you sneaking little glances at my feet, trying to put yourself in positions where you can "accidentally" get close to them, and I'm pretty sure there's a pair of my socks hidden in your room somewhere. I'm just surprised this hasn't happened earlier."
"So, you're not mad?"
"Why would I be? I love having someone worship my big, smelly feet. Speaking of which, weren't you in the middle of something?" I wiggled my toes, and a shy smile crossed your face before you ecstatically fell back to worshipping...