Chloe realizes this and immediately gets flustered and starts blushing. “Oh, I’m sorry. You see that’s… my shoe.” she says dropping her head...in embarrassment. She then hears the tall guy sniffing louder than ever.She looks up with a confused look and her eyes widen with what she sees next. The guy has his nose buried deep in her shoe taking big whiffs after whiffs. The guy looks likes he’s entranced while Chloe looks puzzled and creeped out. Chloe begins to mutter with a soft and concerned. He tried to touch me more but I was too sensitive and couldn't handle it. We ended up going to sleep and I left the next morning. So that was the first guy that I was ever "intimate" with. The first guy I ever had full blown sex with lived down the street from me in an apartment complex. He was a law student with a kinky side, we also met online. I ended up going over to his apartment one night, he was kinda cute (a shorter red head with a ton of freckles). He met me at the door and as soon. In so doing, from time to time, I will come across a woman who strikes my imagination based on her presence and/or demeanor. These women cross all walks of life – there is no clearly defined “type” I have that stands out. Whatever it is that causes me to notice them will elicit a tiny amount of arousal at the thought of being under her control. It is this emotion that I will use to then create a story.Primarily, there are only a hand-full of scenarios that make sense to me as being possible. " And all these too. I'll take all of them except this one." He nudged one gourd with the toe of his shoe. Sonia's smile stretched the corners of her mouth. "Sure thing, Mr. Palmer. Let me help you get these to your car."It took a few trips. Sonia wiped her brow on her sleeve. Mr. Palmer closed the trunk. "It's nice of you to help Ms. Marzanna with the pumpkin patch this year," he said."It's the least I can do. She was always so nice to us as kids." Was to me too."Sonia blinked. "Was she doing.