Knicker Sniffing Novels & Stories

Nico asked with a raised brow and the smirk on his lips only broadened. I sniffed. “I can't smell it.”I twisted my lips and smiled.Nico chuckled then slowly,he began to work his hands up my legs until he reached to my thigh,his eyes never leaving mine. I knew what he was trying to do.However,I chose to play dumb and let him do whatever he wanted to me. He continued to massage my thighs in a gentle way that made me crave for more.I know he was only doing that to tease me around and he was really doing a good job if that was his intention.

I need to see that she feels safe. “What is that? Is that…” I lift my head, taking a few short sniffs of the air around us. “Hmmm. There are notes of honeysuckle… roses.” Another, more dramatic sniff. “And would that be the subtle hint of acacia wood?” I drawl. “Oh my God, Blake! You’re so dramatic.” She snorts. “Really?!” “Yes, really,” I sniff in response. “I might as well be a honeyboo.” There’s a moment of silence before she replies. “What the hell is a honeyboo? Honey booboo?”

Warm honey melting over ripe peach cutting straight through the smell of rubber, sweat, and melting ice. Even with this heavy plastic helmet strapped tight to my jaw, the scent finds me. It fills my nose, making my chest tighten. My head snaps to the right, my teeth digging deep into my inner cheek. Where is he? A heavy shoulder slams into my ribs, throwing me off balance. My skates skid sideways, spraying ice against the plexiglass. The puck skitters away, sliding right past my blade because I am completely frozen, hunting for a ghost on the ice instead of watching the play.

I could smell him on her, and it was driving me crazy. She grabbed my hand and stopped me. “What are you doing, Nick?” she asked and turned her head toward me. “I need to get his scent off of you,” I said, nuzzling my nose into her neck. She sighed and let go of my hand. My hand finally touched her smooth skin and sparks erupted all over my body. This was like a drug. It will never be enough. I made sure to cover every area that fucker touched with his hand. I rubbed my nose up and down her neck and she moved her head so I would have more access. I smiled and started placing small kisses on her neck while rubbing small circles on the exposed skin under her belly button.

Allison smiled broadly, obviously happy that her cousins got in at last. "Thank you, Allison." Triffany looked over at Nick who was eating some chips. "But Nick how come you always guess right?" "I don't have a low IQ and it's the only thing that can make you this excited, girl I can read you like an open book." Nick wink her. Triffany scoffed at the proud Nick's word. "Don't be so full of yourself." She took the chips he was eating and put some in her mouth. "Hey, don't touch my chips." Nick took it back from her. "You're so unbelievable." He frowned.

But Nick is my roommate, I just couldn’t ignore him. I shifted my attention from Vida back to Nick, and as my face met his, I realized he was staring at me with every bite he took. His eyes were fixed solely on me. My heart skipped a beat, his gaze was so intense. And there was this scent… I felt like I had smelled it before. In our room, it always lingered. Was this… Nick’s perfume? It was… actually good.

I struggle with my grip to hold on to my jerky, so instead of taking bites, I stick the thing in my mouth and gnaw on it. “Nicki, you’re with me for a bit. I want to walk a wide berth around the area to be sure we are out of scent range.” “Ok,” Nickolai says, popping up and tossing the bag at me with a wink. I try to catch it, but again my hands fail me from exhaustion and I frown down at them, flexing my fingers, trying to get the muscles to stop their relentless spasms. I whimper slightly when they refuse to uncurl.

My anger didn't matter, staying alive did. “I can’t leave,” I mumbled. “I have to wait for the council to make that decision.” “Don’t wait for them,” he snapped. He moved closer, towering over me, he leaned down and for a split second I thought he was going to kiss me. My stomach flipped and my lips parted before I could stop them. Then his head dipped, his nose almost touching my neck, and I realized he wasn’t going to kiss me. He is sniffing me. My body jerked back. What was with people sniffing me? First Adrian at the party, now this stranger. What was so weird that they acted like they haven’t perceived the scent of a human before?

She wrinkled her nose in distaste and stepped away from me. I raised my hand to my nose and sniffed it. My nose twitched like that of a bunny–they were actually smelling funny and I had been using them to eat pizza. I almost gagged at the image of this. "What have you been doing, anal fetish?" She smirked and I shook my head. "You cannot live a day without saying trash." I sat down, still sniffing my fingers. "Oh, I remember using this finger to scratch my butt before you came."

He should never wear clothes. Nicholas laughed, low and deep, and I realized I’d said all that out loud. “You wouldn’t like others to see me naked, would you?” Another growl tore from my throat, this one even more dangerous than before. His laughter slowly fell into a satisfied chuckled. “That’s what I thought.” “Nick…” I felt like I was out of my head, barely holding on. “I know, Piper. It’s okay. I know what will help.” “What?” “Scenting.”