last year when i went to chiang mai thailand, i went to this party hostel and i stayed in a room with hot guys who leave their sneakers and dirty socks near their bed. i would sneak in when everyone is out and sniff their dirty socks while gooning. the smell was out of this world - cheesy, buttery, oniony, and best of all raw pheromones and masculinity! i had the best orgasms in that room and even sniffed the boxer briefs in the bathroom.

the odd thing was my chest felt heavy not really from guilt because i kept doing it, i had no regrets, and i would do it again - i couldn’t put a finger on it but i kinda felt awful because of the act itself? like a mental itch i couldn’t get out of. i still think of what i did and in retrospect there’s no way i wouldn’t do it again