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Chapter 4 by Whyamidointhis Whyamidointhis

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Socks in love? Where is the sexy? (It's coming lol)

As Sherry began to drift off to sleep, the pink socks saw an opportunity to get up and close with their crush. They began to crawl out of the bag and slowly snaked their way onto her carpet floor. The socks had wormed their way towards her feet where they lifted themselves up and turned to face each other. The left sock stared at the right sock and then the left one began to point upwards. The right sock looked up and noticed that it was pointing over to Sherry’s left hand. The right sock leaned in and lightly poked the left one, and then pointed over to Sherry’s right foot. They both looked at each other and then nodded in agreement. The left sock then slithered over to Sherry’s left leg and slowly coiled itself around her left leg, savoring the feeling of her soft skin. The closed end of the sock slowly began it’s purposeful ascent to her left hand, poking and prodding Sherry’s leg and thigh on it’s way up. Sherry was out cold, she had been working all week on projects in the office and was able to finish it off on a high note. She finally felt like she could have a moment to relax and decided to send herself of into a dream state and as a result, felt none of the poking and touching the socks were doing. The left sock then went from her thigh to her waist and gave it a firm squeeze, like someone groping her from the side and looked at her face, to make sure she was still sleeping. Doing it’s due diligence, it finally finished the last coil upwards and onto her arm where it then began to wrap itself around her wrist. Balancing itself like a snake on her wrist, the sock began to take in her beauty. Her warm pink lips, the eye wing makeup she had on, the slightly yellowish tint her skin had. The sock tightened it’s grip on her as it grew more excited. The open end of the sock then began to slide itself on top of Sherry’s hand. The sock shuddered, the thought of Sherry’s yellowish skin brushing up against it’s insides made it flustered and embarrassed. The sock then fully enveloped her left arm, it looked like she had a sock puppet on her left hand.

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