Foot Binding Smell Novels & Stories

He asked, raising his eyes to me. “ Hm... Floratta Blue "I replied in a trembling voice. "You smell like roses," he said, still holding my arm as close to your face as possible. Up close, I could feel the hair on her beard growing touching against the sensitivity of the inside of my wrist, right on top of my tattoo. "This smell seems like it's been chasing me lately.” "How bizarre" I commented, giving a naughty giggle. I tried to pull my arm, but Flynn held it more firmly. "It must be my soap. I usually take showers to really wake up.”

My mind immediately flashed to the way Simon, Jack, and Beth had looked earlier, how they had been out of breath, and the fear in their eyes. I looked down at my hands, trying to distract myself, but the smell didn’t go away. It almost seemed to linger in the air around me, a sour, musty odor that seemed to be coming from them—not just one, but all of them. It was as if it had seeped into their clothes, into their skin. The more I tried to ignore it, the worse it became. I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head. It was ridiculous. They had been running, maybe they had just gotten sweaty or stumbled through something gross in the woods. The scent had to be from that.

Running in the snow barefoot had left the soles of our feet raw. “Lucky for you girls, I am not just a shoe salesmen, I am also the town’s podiatrist.” The shopkeeper said as he came out of the back room with a bag of supplies. “Around these parts, its not uncommon for people to get frostbite or other injuries in the winter. Now lets have a look.” He spent several minutes working on each of our feet, cleaning, then massaging ointment into them and finally wrapping them in a thin wrap.

She took off her shoes and shouted loudly, "I'm back." "So late today?" The sound of sandals rubbing against the floor made a shrill sound. A girl approached Calantha, but just a meter away from her friend, she hurriedly stepped back, her face wrinkled. Calantha raised her head, stopped there. "What's that smell on you? Annoyed."

Kevan's finger drifted down and turned to grip her slightly calloused heel. "Mr. Rogers…" she whispered very softly, abashed. "Mm?" Kevan responded while placing her foot on his knee, which shocked Larissa further. Did he not…think that it was nasty?! "It's…not sanitary…" She curled her toes. Hearing this, Kevan stared at her foot seriously for quite a while—Maybe it was due to long periods of being wrapped in stockings and leather shoes, but the skin of her feet was fairer than her arms. Moreover, despite having been cooped up in her shoes for so long, they did not look sweaty or smell nasty.

Enough about that let me take your shoes off. Shane takes my shoes off and starts massaging my feet. Oh my, that feels heavenly, my feet were getting swollen walking in my heels. Why would you walk in heels, knowing that your feet will swell? To answer your question, it was because I wanted to feel beautiful before I got any bigger, then cannot see my feet.

Just being around them and talking to them would make me chub up. Their boots were usually well-worn, carrying a musky scent of leather and sweat that turned me on. When I could, I’d take their boots into the back room under the pretense of doing something special. In reality, I’d sneak into the small bathroom, sniff and lick the boots, and jerk off.

Climbing out of bed, I decide that I have to find out what is responsible for that pungent smell and where it is coming from. The minute my feet touch the floor, I discover the root of the toxic fumes. Beneath my toes I feel something cold and slimy. Trying to step around it carefully, I realize that it is far bigger than I first had thought and almost stumble over it. What on earth is on my floor?

Zuck commands me with an authoritative voice as he placed his strong arms beneath his head so that he could see me worshipping his feet. With a trembling hand, I grabbed Zuck's foot and tried to smell it, I can't help but gasped when the fragrant scent of his foot hit my nose. Fucking hell? It looks like no part of his body that doesn't smell so fucking good and addicting. "Ahh," Zuck tried to suppress his moans. I don't know but it seems like I was even more enamored with licking and sucking his feet when I saw his reaction when I smelled his foot. After some time, I start to lick his foot, surprisingly, I didn't feel any disgust since I know that his foot was clean. I continue licking his

He was stuck, quite literally. It took strenuous and painful effort to finally separate his feet from the shoes, which led to destroying a bespoke Italian suede dress loafers he hadn't even worn up to twice. And everyone who knew him knew how much he loved his shoes. Even Doris. Which was precisely why he knew she was behind the glue-shoe incident. A few days prior, she'd put some sticky, foul-smelling substance on his steering wheel, leaving him with a revolting odor that simply wouldn't go away, no matter how hard he scrubbed. Even after a half-hour of vigorous hand-washing, the stench remained.