Knicker Sniffing Novels & Stories

Niko called out gently, ahead of the group with his hand up in the air. We had approached a clearing. At the centre of the clearing stood an old wooden two-story house. For some reason, crickets were annoying and loud in this region and it got on my nerves because I could hear every sound they made. Niko knelt and sniffed the cold air. He sniffed once, twice, and then took a long deep sniff. He exhaled, “I caught a scent. She’s in there.” My heart jumped. I quickly clutched my chest to calm myself. I inhaled sharply to perceive the scent in the air. I caught the scent too but it didn’t smell like Ariel.

Men! Nickolas strides back to me, attempting to wrap his arms around me, but I quickly dodge his advance. "Don't come near me," I warn, scrunching my nose in mock disgust. "Why? I don't smell that bad," he protests, swinging his arm at me, which I narrowly avoid. "You do," I insist, pinching my nose for emphasis. "Stay away." "No way. You need to get some of this," he declares, his movements becoming more determined as he tries to transfer his sweat onto me. I take off running, giggling as I flee from his pursuit.

Unlike the chaos burning fiery heat beneath his ribs. Nick paced the riverbank, inhaling deeply. Recalling the sweet scent, he hoped to pick something up. Anything. Even the tiniest hint of it would take him far. Thankfully, the river was barely visited by any park member; he knew it wouldn't be so hard to pick up on her scent. He moved closer to the tree where Kira had kept her clothes. Her scent hit him in the face. Low and sharp, a primal shove to his chest. The scent was sweet but strangely not delicate like citrus crushed against storm-wet pine. His wolf sensed beyond the perfume she must have worn. This was her scent. Her.

The room smelled of sweat, stale beer, and expensive cologne. “Well, hello,” Nick had said, his famous smirk making her knees weak. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, traveled the length of her body, from her flushed face down to her tight band t-shirt and ripped jeans. “We spotted you in the front row. You were… captivating.” She’d blushed, her words failing her. “Th-thank you. The show was… incredible.”

I thought he wanted to talk? I feel my nostrils flare slightly and the scent of fire and caramel fills my nose. It’s a sweet smoky flavour that makes me lick my lips. Feeling him hovering, I turn, jumping slightly when I find him stood next to me, a dangerous glint in his eye. I feel myself shrink back slightly from him. He is so intimidating. I don’t like that he is so close to me. I see his gaze drop down my body to the item of clothing I’m holding, making me swallow. The corners of his mouth twitch before he looks back up at me. When I look down, I realise I am holding a pair or knickers and not just any pair the granny pair you wear when you need to do laundry. I’m about to say something

Nicki asked as she wore her pink and hairy headset on her neck. She was dressed in her usual baggy trousers and big jacket, but this time the baggy pants and the jacket were pink and hairy as her headset. The jacket has a rabbit ears on the cap, while the crop top she wore inside was also pink but not hairy, to go with pink Snickers. Finally silver was out,she was wearing a crop top with a white mini skirt and a high boot, and she packed her hair with a white ponytail. " Do you really wanna sleep in the dressing room?" Nicki asked and silver chuckled

Nicky frowned and looked at me puzzled. “Yes, he tripped you right? Smile at him and go to your seat. Then trace his house, put his bed on fire, put a sack over his head and give him a thorough beating. Or, put dangerous animals in his bag, put a laxative inside his water before he enters the basketball court, put pins in his boxers and a lot of pepper in his condom packet.” “Sorry, the pepper thing is off. It’s affecting the woman more than the man??” Neil called me out, her hands on her forehead.