Foot Smelling Stories Novels & Stories

I point to the heels I had abandoned in the doorway. “Because those shoes are evil and I am pretty sure they were biting my feet off or something. Sadly, they are part of my uniform at work.” I explain. He raises an eyebrow. “Biting your feet off? Surely they can't be THAT bad...” he trails off. I lift my foot up and pull off my bunny slipper to reveal the blisters and red marks that marr the pale skin of my foot. “They are definitely that bad.” I state as I hold my foot up so he can see. It is almost comical how horrified Bellamy looks. He actually leans forward and grabs my foot, pulling it towards himself.

I leaned into him, and together we limped our way toward the shack of solitude. *** “You should probably take the first shower.” I kicked off my boots with a groan of satisfaction and then a moue of disgust. Running, wading through a stream, running some more, being captured, and then getting more or less doused in blood hadn’t done the insides of those boots any favors. “And I think these need to be burned.” Ian swooped down, picked up the boots, and unceremoniously flung them out the open front door. “No arguments here. Are you saying I smell as bad as they do?”

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.

She also smelled the sweet and putrid stench of decomposing human corpses. “Faugh! Becky, what is the awful stench I smell?” “Do you hear the sounds of iron manacles against the concrete corridor?” “I think so. Yes. The sounds are passing right outside, aren’t they?” “Maybe they are goblins?” Becky ventured. “If they are goblins, they don’t seem to be hungry.” Millie trembled, “Something is licking the little toe of my left foot.” “Kick it away. Likely it is a rat or a mouse. Rodents will lick so you won’t feel anything as they gnaw and devour your feet.”

I'd spent three years selling shoes at Pay-Less as a teenage boy, so I had a lot of experience with women's feet and Shelly's were incredible. "Yeah," she sighed, tilting her head with satisfaction as I removed her left shoe. "You're a foot guy, I can tell. Some men like legs, some of them like tits or ass, but you like feet." "Ahhh..." I cleared my throat. "I guess so." "You're shaking like a leaf!" Shelly giggled. "It's okay. Relax, Bobby. Nobody's going to steal Christmas from you, I promise." "I'm sorry," I said, for no good reason at all. I could feel myself blushing as well, and my hands were trembling as I cradled her naked foot.

I can't wait to allow them to see me, or I'll definitely be in trouble. There were no corners to hide except behind the wolf sculptures. I finally decided which one to hide behind and silently did so. Zach and Malachi came out , it doesn't seem like they noticed anything as they walked away, engrossed in a conversation of their own. I waited a little longer, and my ankle has started to ache more than before. I painfully squatted down, then slipped and eventually sat on the bare floor and tried to remove my boots. I struggled with the lace and became less aware of my surroundings until I heard a deep scoff and the deep masculine musky smell.

Or maybe just make a story up, she loves it when I do that, she said I’m really good at making stories and backgrounds, even the ones stolen from stories or movies, I’m a big police/mafia action movie fan. The ride to the restaurant was long and slow the bus isn’t the fastest, I had to walk the rest of the way too, good thing I went with my sandals instead of heels, I own one pair of heels for special occasions only very special occasions, I wanted to be like the cool kids and wear heels all the time, but it was really hard to walk in them, after almost breaking my ankle I gave up on my dream and put them in the back of my closet, I didn’t have the heart to throw them away.

If I let the scents overwhelm me, Sarah’s foot rub will be a short one. “Mmm, that’s good.” There is no pause once I have tended to her other foot. “Use your palm to curl and flex the toes.” I have to use my other hand to brace the top of her foot as I press her toes back towards her shins, letting my palm drag upwards. With my werewolf ears I can hear the tiny sounds of bones and tendons moving as I swap my hands and form her feet into curls. I feel a burst of pride as I find the perfect balance of stretch and relaxation. “Have you ever gone running without shoes?” I ask. “Have you ever felt the cool of moss and mud between your toes, or the brush of grass past your feet?”

"There's a lot of people here, and I'd rather come back when it's not so crowded. Do you mind?" "Nope, as long as I'm with you, I could give two fucks what we do." The smile doesn't leave my face as we walk hand-in-hand amongst the crowds. For some reason it cracks me up that he's wearing flip flops. I've never seen him wear anything other than no shoes or a pair of motorcycle boots. "Are you laughing at my ugly feet?" "No!" I laugh harder. "It's just funny to see you wearing flip flops." "Yeah, I imagine the great Tyler Blackfoot has never worn a pair."

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."