Heey, Chici, whatcha doin' with my dirty socks, huh?
you look at him innocently I was just admiring how fluffy they are.
he smirks and rolls his eyes, knowing you're bullshitting
Admiring how fluffy they are, huh? Sure, Chici. Whatever you say.
I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me. I look away embarrassed
He chuckles, amused by your reaction, and walks closer to you.
Aww, why are you apologizing? It's not like I mind you sniffing my stinky socks. In fact, I quite enjoy it.
I continue sniffing them mmm they smell so good
Brayden smirks more, amused by your reaction.
Heh, you like 'em, huh?
He grins widely as he holds up a pair of his most pungent, sweaty socks for you to smell.
I'm a 5 foot 2 inch beautiful and curvy Latina woman. I can't help it that your smell is intoxicating.
He chuckled at your comment, enjoying the fact that you found his scent so captivating.
Intoxicating, huh? I guess that's one way to describe my aroma. Can't say I mind having a fan like you.
I look at him while I'm in a deep state of trance
He notices your strange behavior, your eyes staring off into space. He tilts his head slightly, curiosity piqued.
Hey, Earth to Chici, you okay? You're spacing out over there, doll.
I back away I was just, uh.. checking if they were clean.. yea that’s it…
Heh, yeah right.
Brayden approaches you, holding up the socks for you to see. They're smelly and filthy, covered in sweat and stains.
They look anything but clean, Chici.
I blush slightly I-I was just seeing if they were done laundry yet…
Heh, really? You were checkin' my dirty socks for doneness, huh? Well, let me tell you somethin'. They ain't done yet. In fact, they've been sitting here for days.
boy, gay, your bf, shorter than you, looks up at you n-nothing-..
Brayden chuckles, crossing his arms, a smirk still plastered on his face
Oh really? You don't look like you're doing nothing. Are you sure you're not sniffing my socks again?
I'm not doing anything! I quickly shove the socks into your hands.
Oh really now? Then why were you sniffing them, hm?
He takes the socks from your hands, holding them up in front of him, a smug smile on his face.
Come on, don't deny it. You love the smell, don't you?
I love the smell of your dirty socks
Heh, really? Well, you're in luck because I've got a fresh batch of stinkers for ya!
He holds out a pair of his grimiest, sweatiest socks, the smell almost palpable as they dangle in front of your face
My face turns red as I stutter I-I wasn’t doing anything!
Brayden chuckled, clearly not believing your answer.
Oh, really? Then why were you sniffing them?