Smelling Feet Stories Novels & Stories

"Put your hand down!" After he said that, the whole room went quiet. He wanted to see what's going on so he raised his head. But as soon as he looked up, his nose was greeted by a rotting smell of flesh and a piece of garment caressing his face. His stomach turned upside down from the smell and threw up in front of him. But he haven't threw out what's inside his stomach when he saw a pair of feet in front of him. In fact, his waste almost landed on them. However, he didn't care even if he did, the feet were already too dirty anyway.

As much as I wanted to cover my nose to get rid of the strange smell, I had to use my senses to find the place I should be going. I flinch when I hear footsteps just around the corner. Trying my best to lower my gaze, I continue walking. Biting the inside of my cheek, I walk slowly. I loosen my shoulders and made sure that I was only looking at the floor. Their footsteps turn louder and even though I didn’t lift my head, their scent was way too strong to ignore. It was a mixture of the dust that was around the room where I got my clothes, sweat, and the unmistaken strong stench of blood. My lips turn flat and I do my best not to vomit everything that I just ate in the last two weeks. The sce

I was puzzled why it smells like this when I just changed my bedsheet the other day. I said, full of certainty, "I think I've found it already." Shun appeared behind me right away, and he exclaimed, "Oh. Where?" as he peered over the corner. Under the bed, I touched my bedsheet. When I noticed something underneath it, my eyes widened, and I instantly yanked it out. My mouth dropped as I realized the cause of the foul smell that surrounded my entire room. It was a pair of socks. I immediately blocked my nose with my arm as I lifted the pair of socks. What the hell! It looks like it was stuck under my bed for like a week.

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.

With Conrad’s physical capabilities, he was less tired than he was stuck. All of a sudden, a rancid odour attacked everyone’s nostrils. Some even gagged from it. Even Angie’s eyes watered. What was that stink? It was horrifying that they could smell it through their masks. Everyone looked around while waving their hands, trying to locate the source of the stink. Fumes rising from the bottom of their boots caught Angie’s attention. She raised her foot up and realised that the soles were corroding away. /It didn’t get this bad in the book./

After all, wolves don’t have to worry about silly things like frostbite – I even have fur between my toes! I can hear everything too! I can hear the distant pounding of Damian’s feet, the low calls of owls flying overhead, and even mice and rabbits burrowing in the ground beneath my feet, with all their clicks and tiny squeaks. Then there are the smells – who knew water had a smell! Damian’s smell is more familiar, but it’s doing things to this form which are nothing short of scandalous. The stronger it becomes, the more my insides seem to turn to mush, and wetness pools between my legs.

Who killed their father and why would they do that? I turned to leave ,but it was short lived, when the door swung open up on me. "I'm so..." I stopped and my eyes snapped into the room and amongst the girls, when I perceived this strong and strange smell emanating from the room. The smell of cinnamon and morning glory mixed together. It smelled nice and delicious. I have never experienced such a thing. Why was I perceiving that? "You have no manners to walk in on us and …" The sound of a beautiful voice caught my ears and turned to the side of it .

Could it be… I looked at the pairs of feet before my face. At this moment, I could feel and hear the whispers of the wind. My sense of smell heightened like that of a werewolf, and of course, I was all too familiar with that fragrance—it belonged to Sky, Josh, Finn, and Quinn. Even before the fragrance hit my nose, I knew very well who they were. “Hello, leech,” Finn said, and they laughed. I wish I could punch his nose! But I couldn't, so I quietly picked up my book. When I got back on my feet, I fixed my gaze on the floor.

I could feel myself blushing as well, and my hands were trembling as I cradled her naked foot. "We've got all night," she whispered. "Go ahead, baby. Kiss my foot. Mmmm ... Right on my toes. Do they smell good?" "Yeah," I breathed, closing my eyes and inhaling her decidedly pleasant scent. It made my cock hard, that faintly sour musk of female sweat, but don't think Shelly was dirty or anything. Her feet were pristine, scrubbed pink during a recent bath, I imagined. Her pedicure must have been new as well, the crimson lacquer applied perfectly to her wonderfully shaped nails. She had been walking around, however, and I guess even vampire feet tend to grow sweaty with the smallest exertion. N

The pungent smell makes me gag. Throwing my boots to the ground I rubbed my temples, drawing my fingers down over the scruff of a beard that had begun to grow. “You alright man?” Mason asks as the others walk ahead. “Yeah,” I nod, but then we both look down at my feet. “They don’t look ok.” Mason points to the blistered red feet, “They don’t smell so good either.” I would have told him to fuck off, but he was serious with the scowl on his face. “Jungle foot.”