Novel & Cerita Foot Smelling Stories

Alec The air stank of iron and piss and that burnt meat smell that clung to your nose even when you tried to breathe through your mouth. I couldn’t feel the soles of my feet anymore. I didn’t know if it was from the cold or from the bodies I had stepped on, some enemy, some mine.

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.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

Two minutes later, Aiden asked "are you done?" "What are you not telling me?" Aiden sighed. "They are unfounded…" "What. Are. You. Not. Telling. Me?" "I'm coming over. I'll tell you in person." ***** Maddie pulled off her shoes and sighed in relief. Shoes were a torment. Tight, pinching shoes, hell itself. She heard somewhere that in the beginning man walked barefooted and naked, until a wimp of a man and greedy-eyed woman fell. If she got her hands on them, she was going to wrong their necks.

--- Across the Street — Miss Little Stalker Jessy was still in her car, still watching the villa like a hawk. But then her phone buzzed again. And again. Finally, with an irritated sigh, she snatched it up. “What?” she snapped. “Babe! You won’t believe the shoes I found today—” Jessy’s attention snapped instantly. “What shoes? Send me a picture!” Her friend launched into a long, dramatic story about a shopping trip, a rude salesgirl, and a limited‑edition bag that “absolutely nobody else could get.”

That was so fucking embarrassing of course. And now I was walking barefoot thanks to the bloody cobblestones that ruined my shoes. And this pretty bastard was laughing at my misery. We reached some place and I couldn’t walk anymore. The soils were irritating with utter discomfort. I hissed when I pressed them with my thumbs.

I remembered that my leg was broken, slowly I tried my leg and expected to feel the normal flair of pain. It was then I realized I felt no pain at all, I tried to slowly focus on the sounds around me. I could hear the chatter of people around me but couldn’t focus on the words. Far in the distance, I could smell the familiar pine and vanilla smell I came to find a home in. Footsteps approached the side of my bed, where was I and why is it so loud in here? Caleb must be close because his smell was getting stronger. There was another smell I could smell; it was grotesque like a wet dog.

I соugh аt the раіn сhоkіng mу hеаd, аnd trу tо stop thе rеtсhіng іn my mouth аnd mу jеrkіng аrоund on the flооr. Thе bottom оf thе реrѕоn’ѕ boots іѕ close nоw. It’s jеt blасk ѕtіlеttоѕ thаt соuld оnlу bеlоng to оnе person.

He asked as he stared down at my bare feet. “Yes. Anything wrong with that?” I asked him, returning my eyes forward. “It is unhygienic,” I gave a short laugh. “You are telling a nurse that?” I asked and glanced at him as we continued walking. “The heels were killing. It has been a long time since I wore one and sometimes, it is good to do something you usually don't do,” “Like walking around the city barefoot?” “Yup,” I popped the P, nodding my head.

So I never tried to make her like him either. I straightened my legs stretching my feet and nearly screaming out when I feel a cramp coming at the bottom of my soles. Heels weren’t my friends anymore. Not that they were ever my friends to begin with. God, I hated them on a good day. My ankles and feet protested daily. I don’t even want to speak about my thighs. But wearing a pair of heels costing more than people make in a year I dare not to complain about my discomfort.