Coming into my roommate’s room to find my dirty socks in his hands has me mortified! “What have you been doing with that many socks?!” I yell but didn’t know I didn’t want the answer. You’ve been sniffing and stroking and cumming in them. Berating and humiliating you for having a literal dirty fetish. I’m so disgusted I can barely handle the thought of sharing a space with you anymore. After threatening to tell everyone on social media what you’ve been up to and clarifying you buying more socks for me sounds part of your perverted scheme, I announce I’m staying with someone else before we figure out how you can make it up to me.