Foot Binding Smell Novelas e Histórias

Halfway through the meal, I deliberately dropped my fork and bent down to pick it up. Under the table, Irene's legs were right there, crossed lightly at the ankles. Up close like this, I almost lost control. She wouldn't even let me get a quick photo during the day, and now, it was right in front of me. I had to fight the urge to take them in my mouth and hold them there. I crouched down and brought my nose to the tips of her toes, inhaling deeply. That scent was intoxicating. You would think that after wearing heels and stockings all day, Irene's feet would smell. But no. There was this faint, sweet fragrance instead. It was absolutely perfect.

I urged, stretching my foot even further. When she finally took off my shoes, she quickly turned her head away, letting go of my foot in a rush and pinching her nose. A foul smell drifted toward me, but I managed to maintain my composure. "What was that all about?" I inquired, arching an eyebrow in curiosity. She simply nodded, brushing it off with a casual, "It's nothing." I knew the source of her reaction was the odor wafting from my boots. It had been a chaotic day, after all; she should have anticipated a bit of messiness.

I could feel myself blushing as well, and my hands were trembling as I cradled her naked foot. "We've got all night," she whispered. "Go ahead, baby. Kiss my foot. Mmmm ... Right on my toes. Do they smell good?" "Yeah," I breathed, closing my eyes and inhaling her decidedly pleasant scent. It made my cock hard, that faintly sour musk of female sweat, but don't think Shelly was dirty or anything. Her feet were pristine, scrubbed pink during a recent bath, I imagined. Her pedicure must have been new as well, the crimson lacquer applied perfectly to her wonderfully shaped nails. She had been walking around, however, and I guess even vampire feet tend to grow sweaty with the smallest exertion. N

I brought the box back in front of me and started walking, my flip flops making an irritating sound as I walked. The cool air brushed my face softly as I stepped out. I could smell the pleasant odor of freshly baked cookies and pastries. The strong smell wafted through the air and I wondered where it was coming from. Judging by how pungent it was, it wasn't coming from far away.

he barked suddenly, his voice booming through the room. “I just want to see if you’re serious this time. You disobeyed me too many times before. Now take it off!” I hesitated, shaking, then slowly lowered my hands to his shoes. My fingers trembled as I gripped them. The laces felt heavy in my hands, like they were tied to the weight of my pride. I unlaced them and pulled the first shoe off. Then the second. The smell hit me and made me gag silently. “Socks too,” he said, watching me.

I turned in the direction of the noise but saw nothing. " It was probably something in the cafeteria," I said to myself as I shrugged and turned right down another hall full of lockers. Halfway down this hall were two big metal doors that lead to the gym. The smell of old and musk filled my nose as I got closer. It was more like a bad foot odor, one that was pungent and left staleness in the air. I don't get why gyms always smell of feet, I thought as I scrunched up my nose trying not to inhale the foul odor.

Lilith's POV The parking garage smelled like gasoline and regret. My feet were killing me. Ronan's slides were way too big for my feet and every step felt like I was walking through mud, the rubber soles slapping against the concrete in this weird rhythm that was starting to drive me insane. I stopped walking and kicked the right one off my foot, watching it slide a few feet away. "I can't walk in these anymore. They're heavy and my heel is bleeding."

It’s the daily routine of countless working pedestrians who don’t have their own car. Some lady in the bus had apparently poured an entire bottle of some horribly cloying, suffocating perfume on herself, with a smell that reminded me of rotten bedbugs. Two seats away, some man started coughing loudly without even thinking of covering his reeking, alcohol-laden mouth. And to top it all off, when it was finally my turn to squeeze my way to the exit, some clumsy cow stepped hard on my foot, scraping the faux leather on my brand-new boot! Things just keep getting better and better. Outside, a nasty, fine November drizzle was falling—the kind that would once again turn my courtyard into an impass

"Are you saying I'm a stinky breath like you?" "Yes!" Was Lissa's loud and irritated reply. "It actually smells like a foot that had been wearing a sock for weeks and it got wet in the rain. In short, it smells like a foot, more like poop." Anthony latched on Lissa until he was almost laying on top of her, just until his foot was on top of Lissa's nose. He pressed it against her face even more, forcing the latter to sniff it. "There, that's what a foot smell like. Enjoy."