Foot Binding Smell Novels & Stories

she commented, as if I didn’t know. “Is it because of my shoes?” She studied me, placing her foot on the edge of the mattress, and cooed, “Is it because of my cute black flats?” Leaning over, I inhaled the scent of leather mixed with her body lotion. It was the smell of my wife made more intense by the shoes. It was even more intense than the potent fragrance of her that I found near her armpits or the crux of her thighs. I squeezed her foot and said,

He had a horrible stink emanating from him. Alcoholic drinks, cigarettes, and sweat all have a distinct scent. Damn My irritation turned to annoyance, and I attempted to shake him, but he remained motionless. When I was the first to put my exercise bag down, it was so heavy that we were almost crushed by it. Ugh! When he stepped into my room, I immediately pulled his shoes off and handed him a glass of cold water to drink. My fingertips touched his face and chest as I leaned in close to him. Taking his jeans down and revealing only his boxer shorts gave me the impression that I was perspiring heavily. I'm reminded of something that happened the day before yesterday, and it makes me feel unco

The bottle he was holding was almost empty and I knew that he wouldn’t even be able to stand up on his feet if I were to run. Plus, I needed to hear what he was talking about Hayden. Thus, I pushed my hair behind my ears and walked out of the door completely. “That’s a good slave. Now, take off my shoes and start with the massage. I am feeling too tired.” Hesitating a little, I walked near him and did as he asked. Keeping one eye on him, I untied the shoelaces and placed the shoes on the floor one after the other. His feet were smelly but so was his entire being. I was horrified to think that I was touching his feet. Trying to distract myself from the growing disgust, I asked him in what I a

Christen walked into her house, grateful to step out of her heels after spending hours on her feet at Daniel’s house. The soles of her feet were sore from being stuffed in her heels for so long. The dinner had been eventful, so much time was spent interacting with guests and family members. It felt like she had been standing for ages.

I told her as I perched on the edge of my bed to take my shoes off. I stretched and wiggled my toes once they were free, and sighed at the sensation of not having my toes constricted by the wooden box anymore. I reached for the hole in the sole of my tights to roll them up over my ankles, but then Maya said, “You better not uncover those stinky ballerina feet!” “I’ll put socks on!” “It doesn’t help! Wash them or something!” I groaned and went into the bathroom from the door in my room and quickly washed my feet to appease my roommate and her weirdly sensitive sniffer.

He gently removed my shoes and opened the band aid that was hidden on his hands. I thought that was a freaking ring! Why would he clutch it so tightly if it’s only a bandaid?! I swear, he knows how to tease me, and he’s doing it happily...this cunning man! “It has been on my mind since earlier, your feet must be sore and may have some bruises,” he spoke and true to what he said, my feet have various wounds especially on the back part of the heel, as I have been wearing different shoes of various heights because of the upcoming runway show.

It was far heavier than the typical musty smell of a damp closet on a rainy day. Frowning, I backed out, grabbed a can of air freshener, and sprayed it aggressively throughout the room. But when the artificial fragrance masked the stench, it only made the odor weirder. The two scents mingled together, making me gag. Holding my breath, I stepped back inside, determined to find the source of the smell. After only a couple of steps in, my foot suddenly slipped. I looked down and saw a pool of dark brown liquid oozing from a corner. It was coming from the box Alayna had brought home.

I said quickly, brushing it off. Delilah frowned. "It doesn’t look like 'nothing.' You should really take care of that. Her eyes were focused on the blisters and burns I'd had on my feet for days, and they were getting worse by the minute. "It happens when your footwear doesn't fit," I said. Delilah quirked an eyebrow. "Then stop wearing those." I shrugged. "Don't really have an option." "Why not?" Bianca asked, puzzled. I furrowed my eyebrows, surprised they didn't know. Doesn't everyone know? I thought it was public knowledge by now—I wear Amy's clothes.

“Why have I never noticed this extra skill of yours? We’ve been together for so long, yet you’re still keeping secrets from me! It’s not like I like wearing heels. The men around me are so tall, it’s like they inhaled hormones while growing up. I’d look way too short if I don’t wear heels, like a pumpkin next to bamboo trees. Do you really think that I can avoid wearing them? You, Mark, and Eric, which one among you is short?” Jackson chuckled at her. “Haha… You… seriously… Must you describe yourself in that way? I like you just the way you are; that’s good enough. Why should you worry about how others perceive you? Arianne isn’t any taller than you, and she wears flats when she’s next to Ma

The air was thick with the clean scent of soap mixed with something wild, like pine and earth. I got distracted by the way his shoulders moved as he pulled off his boots, muscles flexing, until my eyes landed on his swollen foot. He dropped his pants, wrapped a towel around his waist, and his boxers slid to his ankles. When I started to massage his swollen foot, my fingers brushed his bare skin. It was hot and rough, and I could feel tension running through him. Every breath I took was filled with his scent, so close it made me dizzy. I didn’t dare look up. He let out a low growl, the sound deep in his chest.