Yeah we know you got em, well now's the time to confess. And I ain't talking about weak hussy shit like "DFC" or "zettai ryouiki". I'm talking about the hardcore fucked up perverted shit locked deep within you. The deepest of your deepest desires. The stuff that will awaken every single one of your primodial reproductive instincts at the
same time with just a single afterthought.
I'll go first.
My two biggest fetishes (which go hand in hand for reasons that will be clear shortly) are sneakers, and the feeling of friction. I'll explain.
Now some people may think that this is just simply related to a foot fetish, but that is simply not the case. By sneaker fetish, I don't mean 'ah man those are some nice sneakers", but I mean
oh baby those sneakers. The smell of rubber. The wonderfully varied textures of the undersides.
Take this for instance. At first all you notice is the loli, lying in a slightly provocative manner. Your instincts been to awaken from thier long slumber. She's cute, but may be considered too young to be attractive. As you contemplate this, you scroll down and notice the sneakers, and instantly all systems shift to maximum alertness. Suddenly such pathetic concepts such as "age" or "morals" break down to a subatomic level. The fence that you were once sitting on forcebly flies out from under you and you find yourself on the extreme
YES side of the
DO WANT scale, and there is only one thought left in your madness striken mind.
Those sneakers.As for 'feeling of friction'. My father once slammed the breaks soon after I was born on the way back from the hospital. You'd think that he should have breaked gradually, or have at least tried slowing down before hand, but nope. One day while I was still a baby, my mom was holding me in the backseat when some crazy driver ran a red, nearly crashing into us if we didn't break, and that's when she knew I had it. There was a short period not long afterwards where I'm told I didn't stop giggling for weeks, but that's another story. Anyway.
From then on my parents and teachers and friends would always catch me in the middle of doing things like sliding desks and chairs across the floor, grinding erasers until there was nothing left, or if all else failed, rubbing myself with my hands, which lead to the discovery of something else, but that's another story. My parents had replace all the chairs in the house with rolly ones, which were fun to use, but didn't produce nearly the same kind of excitement.
Then one fateful day, my parents bought me a pair of sneakers. At the shoe store, I was secretly rubbing the sloes over every surface I could find behind the backs of my parents. Then when they asked me which paired I liked, I told them it was that pair of sneakers. I still remember it like it was yesterday. The squeaking sounds, the smell of rubber, the little black streaks they made everywhere. It was like love at first sight, while heavily intoxicated and high at the same time.
So... yeah. I felt like I had to put that out there. I don't think i've shared this with anyone before, with the exception of one person.
Anyways your turn. Time to fess up.
hi nobu <3
