Foot Binding Smell Novels & Stories

she said as she twisted her toes nearly begging for his touch. Fred grabbed the other foot to work on it with his thumb. “Are you certain that my feet are not stinky?” she asked. “I cannot even smell them,” he replied. “Even now?” she asked with a giggle while she pressed her foot against his face. Fred inhaled the wrinkled sole while struggling to suppress a moan. However, the intense vinegary aroma drove him crazy.

he moved a few inches closer to me and I could smell his horrible breath like come on girl how could you possibly be kissing his smelling mouth. It smelled like marijuana, some drugs I couldn't name, alcohol and dead fish. It had the most horriblist smell on the planet. Apparently he was still talking but I was thinking of what mouthwash and toothpaste ad, I saw that helps with mouth odour. I nodded my head twice when he got super close to me and the girl he was fingering, walked up to both of us and pulled him away.

“I won’t let him replace you.” We kept walking, but then this awful smell hit me…rotten, like meat left out too long, mixed with wet earth and decay. My nose wrinkled. “Do you smell that?” I asked, sniffing the air. Liana sniffed too. “No, princess. Nothing.” I leaned closer to her…and the smell got stronger. Like it was coming from her direction. My heart stuttered. I awkwardly grabbed my belongings from her hands. “You know what? Go take a quick shower. I can find my way.”

Gently, he slid the heels off her and placed them back on the floor. He frowned when he saw the blisters at the back of her feet, “You shouldn’t be wearing them. They’re too tight for you.” Amber shrugged, embarrassed that he saw them. “They didn’t have my size,” she mumbled. She tried to put her feet back down but Fabian’s grip was firm. To her surprise, he started massaging her feet - her feet looked so tiny in his hands. His touch was deliciously electrifying and as he gently rubbed at her soles, the throbbing pain that she felt earlier began to fade away.

he asked me. “Hard to say. There’s a lot of smells here. Give me a minute.” I strengthened up and moved a little to sniff. It took me a few minutes. Darren waited in silence. “I think there might be something there.” “Okay,” said Darren in a grunt and began to move in the direction a was looking in. I went first. It was even harder to reach. I smelled the difference first, a few seconds later, I heard Darren make a noise. He smelled it too. I reached out. There was a shoe, it had a foot in, but I saw no leg attached.

Is Amara’s catty reply. Haley rolls her eyes and places her hand on her hip. “I don’t know if I want to be friends again that badly. I mean, have you seen those things.” She gestures to my dainty feet. “It looks like you haven’t had a manicure in…ever.” His upper lip curls with disgust, which makes us all break out into gales of laughter. “I’ll have you know, ladies, my feet smell sweet and are as soft as rose petals.” Amara snorts in reply. “More like smell like sour cheese and are as rough as sandpaper. I don’t know how Rowan deals with them scraping against him at night.”

I then joined her on the couch, sat cross legged and facing her, grabbed her by the ankles, and rested her soles on my thighs. "Oh shit!" I gasped in excitement. "Your soles are fucking amazing!" They looked like a wide pair of size 8 1/2s with a ring of fat around each toe, and the bottom of each toe having a very puffy appearance. Her arches were fairly low. The skin was somewhat dry and flaky, but she seemed to do a great job keeping them clean. I was about to start the worshipping when suddenly I noticed that she was sniffing a lot. "Do you do weed?" she asked.

“Run a finger between each toe. Work the toes apart.” One finger doesn’t seem enough. I use my thumbs again, the tips this time, gently pressing them into the space between each toe and then sliding them down into the pad, using my fingers on the top of her foot to counter the pressure as I softly ease the bones beneath the skin, undoing the constriction of her shoes. I can tell how good it feels. I let my lips part, breathing carefully through my mouth. If I let the scents overwhelm me, Sarah’s foot rub will be a short one.

Valfred turned around to speak to the Beta while others took a seat on the floor. I quickly removed my boots, digging loudly when I got to stretch my legs. Thankfully, my feet didn't stink. I'm a lady, why would my feet stink? The shoes he brought for me seemed to be a few sizes bigger which made my feet feel like they were at a park, just running around freely. I got up so that I wouldn't waste their time. “Do they feel good?” I nodded with a huge smile on my face. Why was I smiling like that? The smile dropped as I nodded my head.

I’m not used to moving the extra weight. Scurrying along the side of it before tucked beneath it. Finding myself getting stuck when my belly wouldn’t quite go under the side. I sucked in a breath and tried to flex my stomach muscles beneath the extra skin to tuck it in. Then roughly scooted sideways. Jerking underneath and sliding sideways some. I stilled. Watching the feet of the footman and hoping he didn’t turn. He seemed oblivious. Shuffling side to side. I caught a horrible, metallic odor that made me wrinkle my nose. I reached up to physically plug it to try to block out the reek that was tainting my over-sensitized nose.