I'm gonna put my soles in your face and openly talk about these experiences in a lot more detail this week. (The last few pics I took in this set actually remind me of being on my knees, dick in my hand, licking my dad's sleeping soles while he gently breathed in what I still swear was pleasure... And I definitely wanna explore that convo with you more again.)

But I also had this RL experience a few times. Not actually as often as I'd like to have been... Mostly because I'm into legit sexy, soft soles and in reality, and most of my friends just did not have that going for them growing up, but there was 2 or 3 who did, and there was the rare house party/sleep over when I did get a really great sole show.

Seeing was one thing, worship is another. I'd like to say I have more sleep over worship tales to tell, but unlike my mom and dad, I only ever worshipped a sleeping friend's feet once, and that was Zach. Guy was extremely not into sports (or outdoor anything for that matter.) Always in his house. Kinda gamer nerd vibe, 24/7 in socks unless he was sleeping. So basically, never hard on his feet, so his soles were cute, buttery-soft and gorgeous and just the way I like them.

I managed to peel the blanket back once on him and get his soles to myself for a little bit when he was sleeping over at my place... But it was only once. His soles felt like satin, and his natural taste and smell was like that clean-sweet, sensory overload kinda deal. Took me several months to get his soles outta of my head 11