📖 Enjoy Storytelling Time Creation By Sparkle 🌟

Hello there everyone, a new storytelling series has arrived ‘n’ this one collection will be called ‘Thee Endurance: Wherein I Shall Be Too Revealing Socks Secrets’, my favourite chance that got me a name in storytelling at a very, very, very younger boy, started with transforming my uncle’s worn or used white socks into legendary serpents, that’s indeed split up aromatics tale separated into four distinctively parts too immerses yourself into my owns personally wondrously world of how an adventure of zir exploring my autism journey in a enrichment sensory experiences on my own friended who’s naming is presented here as, Max, a very specials person whose has a mutual respect of understanding connections of me, Owen that has a great sense of olfactory love for his all smelliest socks; in the meantime, however, I’m going to show you as wells the audience that spending time with him at his apartment wasn’t just a good idea, but change your perception on afoul socks that has been worn for nine days straight, how about a delightfulness treat beckoning my fulfilment.

As mentioned, the storytelling experience on Max’s socks as a all surprise at his apartment, but I’ve been looking forward to this zir particular time because an invitation show-reeled that I’m sure to spend four marvellously days starting from the Friday all the way too Monday by spending each of those daylight ‘n’ nightfall being comforted by his familiarity was his own socks, it’s likely show ‘n’ tell, but only my eyes could see the gift that I found pleasing, but to you as the listener’s presence not quite there yet convinced; a person who’s on the autism spectrum seems to find solace in my ritualised routine by delving into my sensory experiences that are to involve particular attention to scents ‘n’ specific textures.

Max, however understands me wellness because of the carefree nature of thoughtfulness patience, as I knew our friendships was built upon on not just being self respecting each other way of life, but also more importantly, level of gradually acceptance too learn how an individual like him can know how I live, were two different people with two different personalities of thriving together; one in particular, Friday evening was setting motion with all clear bluest skies where stars were twinkling away in vastness’s of space, he spent thee early evening, aptly speaking when I arrived, decided too unpack his workable bag & slip into his cosy Walrus onesie in the living room after coming out of his main zir bedroom… but for me, anticipation was a wave of excitement seeing his own socks shortly afterwards but temporarily quick.

Something else was certainly going to happen, aptly guess what audience, Max had a playfulness’s smile exploding intentions on his face that saw a littlest twinkling in his eyes all gleaming at me whence he sat then beside me on his brown leather’s couch that  previously entrapped me in’s a ‘Horror Stories Of Scented Socks’ on Halloween night at especially thee spookiest time of the year; meanwhiles, my unique interests had prepared me a for little one surprise to start the weekend off ‘n’ my heart fluttered with all zirs curiosity about how he entrusted to break with permission upon a boundaries on afoul nature to be ideally broken.

Upon voices shall indeed breakable the eerie silences when Max spoke’s gentle too me, “hey there Owen!, I have a greatest lovely appreciation for you as well to explore, a little something from me to you as a specials gift, not labelling for any type of friend whose heart has always shapes my spirit world”, but what could he have aptly got for me?, the answer was whence he carried a small box filled with his previously written creations whence other zir oldest grime dress socks where crammed inside; but once the one box opened slightly by the hands of him more when the lid was being removed slowly, a little unmistakably aroma of his muskiest form wafted towards me like beautiful tendrils seeking a new nose too endure the potency, wells everyone that person who shall endure the stink was me.

Specifically, a wellness’s loveable worn pair that Max was indeed cherish-ables wearing on his unwashed feet currently more likely than attractive too my eyes, but remembering audience members thee eyes are the perception on how who foresees the image not foretell the grotesquely appearance something gone very bad, all while being nine days oldest, I say, the socks a blue-slate striped socks weren’t exacts disposable enough too be all disgusting, no wonder they’re all soo goodness’s clean because they zir haven’t been worn by my smaller ‘n’ narrow less wide feet, only on all his feet; henceforth, they’re sized ten, a gloriously loose ill-fitted pair of fabric with where fabrications of time has been adventurous on the discolouring of fungal yeast bacteria has entwined or entered his socks as a stark contrast a fade wasn’t a problem: it’s how all perceive it.

Theses zir discolouration patches that showed up on Max’s blue-slate dress socks weren’t just all sweatiest laden fabric, but also a interconnected networks of different type of cosmic stars ready to evolving into new species with new technologies for symbiotic relationships withs their owners existence, by themselves rather just entwining but also intertwined over those excessive days of rewearing too never changed them too nor be washed either, so these constellations of bacteria was a true reflection sign on my fascination with the indescribable descriptions on what thee funk really smelt?, a littlest tease on trying to explain something about how the brain hasn’t got the slightest words or clue how to reveal itself in scent curiosity, just hushed secrets; due to my interested curiosity about the subject matter of scents was no secrets, but a lovable exploration.

My fascination led me to explore different aspects of the mystery discoveries from three different perspectives zir Max’s blue-slate dress socks reels that variations helped me understand a potent cocktails were the best complex layers of stink that accumulation as moisture ‘n’ accompany the discolouration in oils from his nine days old socks; especially whence he says to me “here is my all large ‘n’ whose wide socked foot, sniff to your contend Owen”, so I has the perfect idea for sniffing these unwashed material, which meant starting at the toes’ sockets first by literally embedding my nose where his toes digits are now a squashed in the top portion that resulted in one another aspect when he squinting his toes to lock on my nose for a very long stretch of evolution aroma taking place daily basis every seconds to minutes by thee hours.

Thee stench, however, didn’t overwhelm me, but the socks toes’ harboured the almighty beast strongest concentration of energy, especially connected to his toes directly where sweat ‘n’ bacteria shall combine in confinement moisture locking damps too darken environments in shoes or slippers quicks enough too accumulate the most powerful intensity, which produces ammonia-like effects in afoul air pockets stench too begin with by highlighting the toes sockets in wetness; thence I descended down the socked foot as Max watched me with all teasingly play, while I stuck onto a lovey side of sliding on ice slick by going to his foots arch ‘n’ heel areas development a different variations or perhaps a musky fermented odours of his warmth retention’s from his bacterially rich shoes ‘n’ slippers or costume shoes as wellness, zir demonstrating a yeast activation in those specific regions.

Don’t worry everyone, this wasn’t a illusionary picture of me at all sniffing Max’s socked left foot to begin with, but it wasn’t grossed out by any hesitation, I just went for it, not a fear nor phobia, soo for you resistance wasn’t the option whence sniffing his smelliest socks at all momentarily because as the foot comes closer to the nose you’ll be rightly absorbed into the indescribable miasma of marking a statement piece that becomes a symbolic mark profile in creating a beautiful image for layering the a new world; though as these socks harbour stories through the discolouration, a lot is still even more evident because they arises as indescribable due to their sheer smell of simply blending perfect rotten sour cheese with earthy notes from bacterial contamination in cultures of skin breakdown as decomposition.

Chemically, Max’s socks were too most of you notably as volatile compounds like ammonias fatty acid ‘n’ sulphurs containing toxic molecules like methanethiol would emanates, which contribute to the formation in overwhelming effects of multifaceted stinks that’s typical found during prolonged socks odour of the sameness kind of exposure; but day-in ‘n’ day-out signifies that he was then able too be explaining whiles still I maintained my own nose on his left socked foot, “Owen my friend, theses socks were zir indeed very special for you ‘n’ you can sniffing them as longest as you want”, because unaware of myself, he had a surprise for me afterwards.

“My delightful Owen!, our owner Max has a little more installed in this series about something big enough rewarded to you”, says a socked foot ‘n’ this least made my eyes light up instant with pure pleasure in all gentle senses of relief, a gift wrapped present was going to be given too me at some point in this storytelling, no, not the box of dress socks’ Max shows me at the very beginning, but something else was hidden out of my eyesight, maybe in his one room; here was an opportunity to see how indulgences in one of my favourite ensemble performances of sensory experiences in a particular safe place ‘n’ entrusting environment.

I carefully examined all of Max’s socked left foot or alls blue-slate striped material hugging them with my hands connected to theirs appreciation of love, carefully holding the fleshy fabric around me like a soft but slightly dampen blanket of discoloured funk of nine days old; though the constellations of bacterial growth told me zir stories of his days filled with not just work activities, but also walk explorations from solid cement ‘n’ compacted tarmac, too grassy fields with mud to velvet carpets as wellness, leave toe squinting or toes wriggling with laughter ‘n’ oh so goodness comfort.

Though, as I brought the socked foot to clench lock on my nose, I inhaled deeply, savouring the potent aroma of complex mixture of salty sweat dew that butterflies rightly adorn because sweat is a naturally rich delicacy for specific taste wildlife, once containing fabric softener residues ‘n’ the faint scent of the soiled stickiness reeking shoes where these are insoles are now a semiconductor substance that attempts too stick together two different materials simultaneously so a sealable bonds of adhesive glued is formed; but, however audience these qualities shall remains to sharing a learning experiences which he indeed offers engaging with me to make you understand.

Thence, a ritualistically approach shall commencement because for the next overall time of ten minutes that additionally extended to twenty minutes more plus of immersing myself into the a blue-slate socks on Max’s left foot even moreover, as these’s are now playing with my nose loosely; theses digits of zir spirits toes were children’s being playfulness by wriggling on my face as these are “Max our beloved owner lets us game ‘n’ giggled adding thee fun layer of spontaneous joy in this beautiful moment”, says the toes on the foot inside the stench socks, so I clenched by hugging his socked foot a little firmer whence a sock from the previously box that he’d shown me one had wrapped around slightly around my mouth which was a possessed entity way of reflexing an intense focus be carved by sensory stimulation of engagement.

Though having a sock-like entity, seeks joy in me as a braveness host, a back dress material wasn’t attempting too silencers me or gag me in a fetish like manner, no, it was all fusing to me whence the enrichment of smells becomes more richer as I could explore the world through every single crevice or crease where the fabric has folded under Max’s foot; this unaware of me wasn’t a little all temporary coil because at some stage the socks are to destined my own consciousness as a perfectly fines stunner humanly soul to overuse, meaning the heartfelt lovable for affection reels more than what’s considered a simple but daring activity that wasn’t all dangerous act or even a gesture to be shamed or punishment… but for you as the audience this was for me a self expression too comfort myself.

The acts of performing reel oneself closest to sandwich my nose too rightfully sniffer too much inhale deeper into Max’s blue-slate striped socks are not out of shameful taste of being under his zir foot or daring embarrassment of being forced upon, but aptly this allowed me to suctioning anchor myself too indeed foresee life in his socks from underneath the foot tied up firm in between the all toes from nose to foot inside the fabric, expecting to be absorbed entanglement deepest sack of fabric pod too seek out hard truths about the familiarity I find ever-so joyously; though I can navigate through the worlds in a very different light zir here on planet earth being evolved with acutes pleasure of sense of crucially smells to cite controls pick-up with alerted sensitively receptors, as after all passingly few minutes announcement was made.

“Ready for a surprise of your lifetime heart Owen!,” stated Max, a nodded surely eagernesses’s of me “yes, yes, yes”, but a tingling sensations from this no ordinarily experience saw something else ‘n’ my watching by scanning with one’s own eyes for what Max at this point had to stretch-reach out for by showing me; this time, a white clothed white sack-like bag appeared from under the brown leather chair, but what was the sack ‘n’ more important, what was inside the enclosed bag?”, the answer was simplest, once I grab the pod of transporting, I opened it up ‘n’ from insde was my own favourites dark green toes sockets ‘n’ dark green heels follow by light green dress socks two pairs aptly placed inside trapped in a coth bag restrained equalling four material individuals…these zir where far more ripe in stink than the ones I had just sniffed, but a burst of crimson blazing fires sparked consciousness in them apt meant they’re squirming around like serpentine snakes before an appreciations from me was ignited.

From the previously but more recently gathered assortment Max removed them originally from the delightfulness box these double shade of green dress socks because… these are my zir scented candles, they maybe not to the best quality for the audience, but they’re my sensory toys of indulgence not designed for a playing around with, heck no, they’re meant for wearable on your feet for comfort seeking warmth; a solitude saw these shades of different green dress socks has a magically spark, they over-towered sky high above me with their socks toe sockets as their head looking or bowing down like a inquisitiveness’s Leopard at me, “a target acquired, a beloved host has been spotted”, expresses the entity possession, because the whole world knows that these serpents with coordination attack of softness embraces lunged by wriggle towards me, well soaked of stickiness, actually coiled around me in four different directions.

Practically my entirety exits was indeed reduced, evenly though I didn’t want to resist or escape the stinkiest fragrance punch at all because the shades green dress socks locked me up in a fouling cosy fortress trying to put me under a drunken entranced state’s, but remember everyones listening intently, this wasn’t a dungeon crawl of induce punishment, instead a beloved one cocoon that’s been a multiple times since 360-degrees of all snuggly embrace stems from the predatory nature of their behaviour; due too zir a sinuous design this encounter would make the material more all flexible, mimicking thee movements of a non venomous snake; a very powerful creature of unknown origin ???? either immensely strong tactile coiling systems that would perform as a squeezable constriction to suffocate, but this serpent was a squish but strong sticky substance to secure sock to face very effortlessness.

Being in close proximity contact with intenser pressure of amplify of absorbing reek, the experiences for me wasn’t pervasively but rather persuasion to come closer to dine with the enclosed space ‘n’ engulfed by the odorous presence that’s not overpowering me but to make myself feeling betters in oneself about actual sniffing those Max’s shades green dress socks that’ll leave a heightened surrealistic visionary; firstly was the visuals art of seeing with my eyes the monstrosity deals how much imagination can remake a inanimate body like socks into a predominantly predator seeking a human host, well aptly a nose, second was tactical to feels the moist sweatiness laden fabric that interacts with my own fleshed skin which leaves a stimuli creations of biological components in miasma oils coating the socks…Max had certain smelliest socks.

Aliveness was the word everyone to use when the rising torrents of stench became almost hypnotic, not avoidance by cocooning in a withering mass of smoke emanating from the shades green dress socks fabric, but as I was distracted a voice subconscious floods my mind with a symbolically message “here we go again”, which relates to the Halloween costume transformations seen in ‘A Horror Tale Of Scented Socks”, in a previous storyteller series but a very differently outcome on this one new occasion though; but the absurdity was the impressively nature of how much I can endure the horror stories of most would find weakness, the sheer amount of enhanced funkiness to explode.

As Max was enjoying the show ‘n’ tell, his all shades green dress socks has now turned me into a submissive boy, “to let you know Owen, you’re surely now their prey for the stinks of a lifetime in a wells coordinated fashion where actionable clothing acted like an orchestration”, says Max, basically being soo rights flexibly I was wrapped up marvellous crafted cosiness in a duvet cover tucked up firms but snug by a impenetrable barrier that would’ve prevent me from accessing the escaping route, but I didn’t want too really get away from the pungent tone anyways; though I did see ‘n’ all sense one thing, the tie sockets was the serpents heads were zir twisting ‘n’ tilting at me understanding who I’m am, before a little movements of unison took place, yes everyone that’s right, these were placing the grotesque portion of the socks at various points around me, getting ready.

As evening of lateness began to fall a night later, a progressively seal around me was a synchronised pattern of where theses two pairs created a perfect seal first around my body, but then a little shock appeared ‘n’ this was unpredictable because the shades a green dress socks stopped coiling, so they shifted in greater than unison too form a cohesive fabric interlocking structure with their respective excessively unwieldy material by which a an enclosed layers entangled ‘n’ confined with no doubt of symmetry coincide me within a woven trap of contours & with this shrinking space of decreases all isn’t over, well yet; A slender springlocks was being loaded, all four serpents toe sockets heads started to forming all a facehugger effects on me by one individual, “secured the hosts back head”, then suctions to adheres by rhythmically wriggling by expanding to a width that would engulf a largest proportion of my own head first… but this attack wouldn’t be tolerated by you.

As thee firstly shades green dress sock with their own dark green toe sockets predator is relaxing or resting wells on the tops of my head, the other three, however, was precisely trying to diversions my attention away focusing on them, then Max’s feet aptly gloves slammed against me softly but with an urgent touching on the left side of my head muffling any noisemakers ‘n’ the right side of my head where ear sounds muffling also followed upon together in a deliberate attempt to make enhance the stickiness yeast bacteria leaking out to glue as one by overlapping zir reinforces the whole embodiment of our new second life; immobilisation that left me in a cocoon with potent cocktails was a snuggle containment, a bed for a the night which amplified the secure sensation of a playfully but clinging restrictions of natures experiences, but the the last sock was statically vibrating ‘n’ a perfume was drowning me.

A reflection of me as a unique boy was so far zir understanding a new way to expression of my accept Max’s preferences for socks that can override me quickest without waving a white flags ‘n’ my ecxpectations for a sensory experience’s, but once thee idealistic of enjoying these smelly socks whether as his blue-slate or green serpents are seemingly strange not embarrassing though; but all understood preferences are the key to happiness whenever I’m enjoying the idea that to me, not you, smelliest well worn socks like these blue-slate ‘n’ shades green dress socks brings peace to a whole strangest non seemingly unpleasant.

Now let me explains something to you’ll, rightly here goes, being autistically means my brain is wire differently than yours, capable of filtering specifically odours as vitals information likewise Max’s grimy dress socks, which then become a straightforward ritualise version of a typical routine of smoother in predictability’s self care activities with obviously one importantly aspect; a serious mutual understanding between me ‘n’ Max only, giving me ones ultimate permission as freedom pass to exploring these interests in areas openly where boundaries are broken, without fear or judgment.

A testament was seen in the underworlds passage stench of nine days blue-slate striped dress socks in particular, a dampness apt sweaty whiff of older used socks from the shades green socks all a unique culture of humanly experimentation’s to a certain space that would indeed be deterred from most people doing whatever I’m doing right now; even though, this provided me a comfortable ‘n’ familiarity which was the main motivation’s behind the creation achievements here because a certainty amount of lessons are to be learned, that embracing a these aspects was all strengths not punishments… but as I was trying to revealing the next steps the front shades green serpent sock decided to taker the facehugger plunge by sealing all my head & whence the act of daunting task of complete squinting ‘n’ squeezing took place, my own fresh air was compromised & the overpass of potent energetically was the serpent socks within an instance put me to sleep.

The storytelling was in the socks control, a reflection retold by all of them, “the safety of our owners sheltered apartment, Max, our dedication to ours pungent community has always been a priority where Owen was in a space where we could transported him into the absorbent clothes where the boy could be brought flourishing too indulge one’s passion without hesitations”, says the serpents, thence, “once thee nightmares before dreams begin, Owen here won’t wake up until early morning on Saturday everyone, he now in our feet now”, adding the serpents, but drench was the rightful word to indeed use, when unfortunately for me, however, a new beginnings arise a new era in sensory processing, “Owen is our symbol, a boys all resilience was to sniffing our funkiness aroma for extended periods of time in a quiet but peacefully cocoon, not a prison”, further adding the serpents; but more was to come.

“A simple act of self kindness has a meaningfulness’s rituals that this boy, Owen we admire more that than audience members he has been storytelling to, had been celebrated his individuality but showing the wholesome world what authenticity looks like ‘n’ the deepest respect of leaving entrust as a owner of ours name Max, by which sharing smelliest socks with all an endearing friend was a very specially bonds honestly made the boys day”, explains the serpents socks, “At least this one boy didn’t resistance or fight to evade our cocktails of potent skies of love without able to make a single efforts to breathe”, adding the serpent socks; by this points we’ve too relax by resting now with ours humanly spirit cocooned cosiness inside of us too sleep right now.

As the storytelling everyone begins to fade away with the serpent socks ‘n’ Max fulfil their dreams less disturbed now. I was already drifting off intoxicated deepest sleep that night, just withins a few minutes of thee seal ‘n’ lock these shades greenery dress socks wriggling to increase the temperature of moisture heat ‘n’ velocity amount of stench tendrils emanating by enhancing the stickiness bacteria inside the socks ‘n’ outside the socks as well combine a plunger of life zapping essence; but this scent was still familiar & comforting, despite the profound dark sense of relief privacy, my journey being autistic was always ongoing in creating these tales that would reaffirming a newly life to enjoy moment like these, by capabilities to find the perfectly balances of fun in my own way… but for you as thee audience, as this convinced you that smelliest socks aren’t as bad as they appear?, sniffing these bad boys are not a sensory toy but how brave I am in brave originality.

Without warning after a savagely assault on me like a Titanoboa, “good night my audience, we’ll be surely awaiting for all you’ll too return back for the next part, witnessing Owen brave the wrath of lovable a stink we’ve all been producing because of Max shaping our ones consciousnesses to indeed thriving with heartbeats that only he shall appreciations zir snuggles embrace, to face himself, one sniff at a time”, beckons to teases the serpent socks.

Next Time, The Endurance 2: The Contamination Of Secrets.