Foot Binding Smell の小説・ストーリー

Have him do a handstand, barefoot, with an apple in his mouth. I laugh and Bella rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to,” she tells me. “I can just block him.” “Nah, this going to be funny. I’ll do it and flip him off at the same time,” I laugh taking a bite of an apple and kicking off my shoes. I have really ugly feet. My toes are extra-long, and my foot is narrow. Bella sees my feet and is surprised. “Only a very small number of people have seen my feet,” I tell her.

The shoe unbuckled and fell down with a loud click. The tip of my nose ran along her feet nestled in the clean socks. It smelled so good. “I want to feel every fucking hole.” I slipped my hand in the socks and she sighed. Slowly, I rolled off the socks until they fell off, fully exposing her perfect little feet. Her nails were neatly pedicured. Cool air kissed her feet as I blew a breeze on her. She hummed and gulped dryly. Her little toes wriggled like reptiles. “Hmm…” I sniffed her tiny foot.

"Can't feel ground. Can't move toes. Feet need to breathe." "Feet don't breathe, they're feet." "My feet breathe." Elowen was wandering down the aisle, and she stopped suddenly. "What about these?" She held up a pair of sandals. Simple. Just a flat sole with one wide strap across the top of the foot. Open air. Nothing caging the toes, nothing covering the heel. I took them suspiciously. Slipped one on. It was... acceptable. My toes could move. Air touched my skin. I could still feel the texture of the sole beneath me, even if it wasn't the same as bare earth.

I'd help out with clipping his nails during the day while he was napping or just brushing his long hair. "Uh, you've got a bit of a smell on you." He said it when I got home from work and didn't have time for a shower before heading to his room. He looked a bit puzzled. "Wait, are you telling me it's bad?" I took a look at myself, a bit taken aback by what he said. I'm a little worried that my sweat smells really bad. He said, "You smell like blood." I was caught off guard for a moment, but then I laughed and said, "It's not blood, it's just steel. They smell the same." I tried to come up with a excuse, but my foot moved back from where he was sitting.

I was puzzled why it smells like this when I just changed my bedsheet the other day. I said, full of certainty, "I think I've found it already." Shun appeared behind me right away, and he exclaimed, "Oh. Where?" as he peered over the corner. Under the bed, I touched my bedsheet. When I noticed something underneath it, my eyes widened, and I instantly yanked it out. My mouth dropped as I realized the cause of the foul smell that surrounded my entire room. It was a pair of socks. I immediately blocked my nose with my arm as I lifted the pair of socks. What the hell! It looks like it was stuck under my bed for like a week.

And he tosses my flip flops off. He grabs my foot and tries the smallest boot. “Yow” I yell out. After he roughly tried to pry the boot in and off my foot. “Definetly to small” he looks up unsure and tosses the boot aside. His hands linger at my foot and he gently holds me in place while pressing into my arch and kneading at it like I’m at a Chinese foot spa. It’s actually quite nice.

I said quickly as I tried to pull back, but his hold was both gentle and firm around my foot. "I know. But, those are not exactly walking shoes you wore. Your feet must be aching horribly." He commented almost like a dragon the smoke poured from his mouth as he pushed his thumb up from the middle of the arch of my feet all the way to my toes. It was amazing to feel him pushing against the sole of my foot. The comforting smell of the smoke was pretty much forced up my nose because of the way he was below me. I sighed and leaned back on the step behind me, elbows on the wooden landing in front of the door.

My boobs were hurting me, that I so much wished I could remove my bra. Then I smelt it, it smelt like jasmine. I used to love the smell of jasmine. But this time around the smell of jasmine was horrible, it smelt like smelly armpits, rotten eggs, and all disgusting smell rolled into one. These smell made me retch and retch, I began to find it hard to keep standing. Suddenly my feet gave way and a blanket of darkness enveloped me. I could hear voices, but it sounded distant. "Oh my goodness, is she dead!"

My fingers wouldn't work. I was kneeling on the cold tiles of the foyer, trying to force my left heel into a black leather flat, but my hands were shaking so hard the shoe kept slipping sideways. The leather felt stiff. The strap was caught under my sole. "Ellie, stop." Damien’s voice came from above me, but I didn't look up. I grabbed the back of the shoe, my fingernail scraping against the stitching. "I need to get my boots from the room. The flats are too small. My feet are cold. If I can just—"

Does she know her so well? Jasmine looks at Nina with a smile, "How about it? It smells good, right? I tried it a moment ago, and I find that the perfume is special and good. I want to share it with you. Spraying it on your ankles, the fragrance will come up from your calves when you walk. Those single men will be fascinated by you!" Good smell? Nina sniffs again and she doesn't think it smells good. On the contrary, it smells strange. She's a little dizzy after smelling it for a long time.