Novel & Cerita Foot Smelling Stories

“I’m not laughing at you. I promise. It’s just so damn cute. I’m just picturing how you’d have reacted when I was fifteen and Clay’s nail gun malfunctioned, and I took a high-power nail to my right foot—pierced through my steel toe boot. There was quite a bit of blood. I lucked out because the nail went through my pinky and ring-toe bones. Still have a faint scar from it.” “Holy fuck. Yeah, I’d not have been the best person in that situation. I didn’t notice a scar, but I didn’t pay super close attention to your feet. Next time I get you naked or barefoot, I’ll have to look.” I smirked. “Aw, are you going to kiss my twelve-year-old scar and make it better?” Reese teased a bright smile on her

There are no pictures of dad falling during his wedding dance. I hate girl shoes. They go between your feet in unnatural ways, like flip flops, and make your heels ache. Beauty is painful. We have years of human history to back that up. My mom told me about the ancient Chinese performing a foot binding on their women's feet. I didn't understand what she meant until she showed a thirteen-year-old me the pictures of tiny shoes and broken feet. After she educated me, I was terrified of wearing lady's shoes. It is my prom day, and I am still fearful of wearing shoes that make my toes moan and ache.

I joked. “Hmm cookies and those little chocolate rolls we used to have”. “Ohhh, the ones with the chocolate and vanilla frosting in the middle?” “Yep, that’s the ones”. “Mmmm!” We both groaned at the same time as we imagined what they used to taste like. It was one of our favourite snack time goodies. “Ahh, damn it!” I grumbled. “What’s wrong?” “It’s these damn heels, they keep getting stuck in the grass”. I told him as I looked across the field to see we still had a way to go until we reached the footpaths. “I keep sinking into the mud. I’ll have to take them off!”

It aches like it got kicked by a mule. “Well, she soaked that pelt in tomato juice for days, scrubbed it with lemon rinds,” Mabli recalls. “She tried everything to get the stink out, and she never quite could, so in the end, she made a pair of slippers out of it. She said her feet were the furthest she could get that foul fur from her nose.” Everyone laughs, and again, it’s the warm, easy laughter of people who’ve heard the story a hundred times.

"the Lord Noah says you can't wear high heels yet, and this will make your feet more comfortable when you walk." Ike handed the box to me with a smile. I looked down and saw that I had been barefoot. Did Noah give me these shoes because I got my foot stabbed last night? After Ike left, I took out the shoes. Just enough to wear, with it, I could walk like I used to. I ran out of the room and ran all the way to the flowers. It was as beautiful as I imagined it would be as what I saw at night. In the sea of flowers, there were some busy maids.

*Me walking out of an elevator on heels,I was in such an hurry to get some files to mom in her office, I didn’t look where I was going and I didn’t realize that the janitor was still cleaning, she had a bucket at the entrance of the Elevator and the floor was still quite wet from her cleaning, in haste to get to mom I kicked the bucket the janitor careless left lying in front of the elevator , being on heels made it worse, not only did I trip, the dirty water also poured all over my clothes and I slipped messing up the whole floor and ofcourse I went home with a broken ankle I could barely walk without crutches for days* I exhaled deeply as I remembered the particular incident my heart breat

I tried to convince myself. I couldn’t bring myself to wear my sandals so I wore one of the other socks that I’d brought. It was from the Toy Story franchise and it was bright yellow. I put on the flip-flops I found in the room. Sadly, my feet were too small for it. The flip-flops were twice my feet length. I hadn’t brought any other shoes except the sandals. I ditched the flipflops and decided to walk in my socks then. However, the floors were cold. I ignored it and walked out of the room.

I could go home and nurse the blue balls I was given that morning. The first thing I did was go into the bathroom. After grabbing my lotion, I froze. Sitting there on the counter were two small, pink socks. I could tell by the dirty imprints in the toes that these were used. They were Siri's. She was a slob, so there was no surprise. I picked them up and went to toss them into Siri's bedroom. Instead, I looked at the toe imprints and felt a stirring in my underwear. I pulled them slowly to my face. By the time they were three or four inches away, I could smell the rank smell. I had mentioned my foot fetish, right? Well to me, this was the equivalent of striking gold. Smelly socks worn by som

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

He had been too excited in the morning to leave with Mary, that he forgot to take the items he had prepared in order to deal with the rodent after Anderson had told him about it. After about thirty to forty-five minutes, Carson finally found a short club about the length of a forearm and heavy enough to deal with the rodent. He made his way towards the basement door and found the key already in the door. Nodding to himself, Carson stood in front of the door gathering as much courage as he could. Even if Anderson had already told him it was a rodent, it did not change much. The basement was still as creepy. No, it was probably creepier now, knowing exactly what was in there waiting for him.