Knicker Sniffing Novels & Stories

I lied and stood next to him. 'Sniff Sniff' He had a joint in his hands and started to sniff at me like a mad man. I stood there with a giant smirk on my face. "What is that... 'Sniff Sniff Sniff'' "WHO is that?" 'Sniff Sniff!' "Who's pussy would it only be?" My calm and husky voice made him raise one brow. "Yeah right! No way man!! OUR MATE? HOW?!" He asked in shock. As much shock as Kris was in, so was I.

His cologne enveloped me and I found myself nuzzling more into him as my eyes closed. "Are you smelling me? Again?" "No!" I replied and he chuckled. I wasn't about to admit that I was indeed smelling him because that would make me look like a creep. Yeah, not going to happen. "You scared me idiot," I pulled away and smacked him on his chest as an afterthought, which only hurt my hand in the process. "Gee are you made of stone or something?" I asked. Nick chuckled once more, "nope, just a lot of exercise I guess and I eat healthy," he responded. "Unlike some people I happen to know and date."

On top of that, Nick’s leer was extremely wretched. Nick waved his hand to stop his subordinates. He then squatted down and rummaged through the things at the stall with a despicable gaze. Grinning cruelly, he said, “CEO Mandy, these things look pretty good. How much are these socks? I’d like to buy a pair.” Nick held on to a pair of women’s stockings, his face bearing a repulsive expression. Right then, his subordinates let out a profound sneer.

There was a knock on the back door. “For fucks sake…” Nick got up. “Can you not fucking handle it?” He whispered under his breath as he made his way to the back door. Opening it, someone stood on the other side. The smoke rushed out as a gust of wind circled the room. “I’m sorry, sir, but we have a problem.” “What problem?” Nick was angry. “That smell…” Travis’s face perked up. With his nose in the air, he stood up and made his way over to Nick.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t pick up a sniff of her scent. “I can’t either, it’s almost like she was never here,” I swallowed, my heart thundering in my chest with worry. A heavily sweating Nick leaned against the table, picked up her half empty water bottle, and sniffed it in a clear attempt to pick up her scent on it. “Even this doesn’t have her scent,” he groaned, picking up her laptop and sniffing, “neither does this,” he grabbed her open textbook, “nor this!” At that moment, something crucial dawned on me.

I hold my hand out for the almost empty bottle. she gives me a wide-eyed look and then shakes her head but I'm already slipping it through her fingers, She tries to hold on but my grip is stronger. around us the table quiets. I bring the bottle to my nose sniffling "Sweetheart you can't have that" Niko's voice takes on a worried note. "I just want to smell it," I tell him, eyes still closed as I inhale deeply. Thinking if it can't have some, I can at least enjoy the smell a little.

I giggled again, and Nick’s eyes flicked briefly towards me, checked, then returned to their scrutiny of the road. I seemed to spend the whole journey in a haze of sexy smells. My own Shalimar was still much in evidence, and so was the classic and pervasive man’s cologne that drifted from the folds of Nick’s jacket, a thick biker-style leather he’d draped round my shoulders to keep out the cold. It was Christmassy smell, Old Spice or something, and invigoratingly light and clean. But its freshness didn’t affect me as much as some of the other odours floating around: darker scents; downer and dirtier; mansweat and musk, and the shocking, tangible aroma of my own female arousal.

He quietly walked slowly behind Tukijo to hit him with a stick. Unfortunately Ningsih realized Soib's movements. He took the slipper at her feet and threw it at Soib. Buk! The slipper landed on Soib's face. Soib felt something mushy stick to his nose. It was brown in color and had a very strong odor. "What's this?" said Soib as he inflated his nose. Then he picked it up with his index finger. "It's like chicken droppings," he said, kissing the mushy something.

Her tongue tentatively edged out over her lips, wondering if she could still taste them. She could smell them, Nick had held her tightly against his body, and she lifted her top and sniffed she could smell her delicate fragrance at the bottom of her pretty blue top, but as she pulled the neckline to her nose; it was all them. The scent made her tremble inside and out, it blurred her mind, and her knees turned to jelly.

There was white stuff on the toilet cistern. He looked around, there was no one around. He searched for any hidden camera, but there was none. He slowly brought a small knife out of his pocket and took about fifteen milligrams and stuffed it in his nose. He was shocked he just inhaled face powder mixed with white pepper. He cleaned himself up quickly, walked back to the hall, and continued sneezing. Parker signaled the music to stop. They all fixed their eyes on the guy and wondered why he was sneezing continuously.