Smelling Feet Stories Novels & Stories

A sigh was all that was enough "I don't really like the smell" I said and threw it away, I already got what I wanted so we can now go. But just then, they heard a really strange sound, trees crashing like they were placed under a really great force, like a bug foot or something. "What could that be?" I thought in her head really confused. I listened to it carefully and it seemed and though it was walking over to us, ready to rip our hearts apart. Feed to on our flesh and use their blood for wine

Going to the bathroom in these conditions is not cool. That guy shows up with food again. I turn my face away. The smell of the food is wonderful, but if I eat, I will never leave. “You will starve to death.” “Great! So you don't steal their money.” “You're really abused, huh?” I shrug. Even that hurt. I hear the most annoying noise in the world and look at the door. Those heels ... If I could, I would take off her feet and open a hole in that head with them.

I was wearing black stockings after a full day's work, and my feet, damp with sweat, carried a strong scent. To my disgust, he breathed in with pleasure. "Smells so good, Scarlett. I used to smell your stockings at home every day. Once you left, I had nothing."

Metallic. The smell of Blood. My stomach sank and my feets weakened. Through the gap in the second door, a low groan reaches my ears. A strained cry flowed by a crack. Then another one and another. I flinch each time. I inch closer slowly, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet with dark stain seeping into the fibers. My eyes followed the trails like how you would watch matching any going on a straight line till they reached there and hill. Except this time the ant hills where bodies laying still just ahead.

She continued to listen to his story. "My friend and his classmates smelled a strange scent after entering the house. It smelled like incense, and the smell was very strong. However, there was something strange about the smell. They couldn't describe what about it was off, but it was just strange." "Actually, I remember smelling a heavy fragrance at one of the clothing shops that I shopped at the other day. It smelled good, somewhat like the scent you would usually get at chapels. After I told my mother about it, she bought the fragrance to freshen the washroom," Eli said.

I loved the dirty feeling. That evening Mom made dinner while Dad told stories about the fish they caught. I sat across from Ethan at the table. Under the table his bare foot rubbed between my legs. I had to bite my lip the whole time. His cum was still inside me from earlier and his foot made more of it leak out onto the chair.

Her dreams of uniting their families were unraveling before her eyes, and she couldn't shake the sinking feeling that her own actions had played a part in this chaotic mess. But then, suddenly, an recoiled as a foul scent wafted through the air. It was a pungent odor, akin to a mix of dog excrement and urine. "Ewww! What kind of smell is that?! My nose is becoming itchy," Harper exclaimed, her face twisting in disgust. She turned to Brittany, her voice dripping with disdain. "Brittany, let's get out of this smelly house! They can't even afford to buy cleaning soaps! How poor!"

There goes two words that shouldn't be said together. My legs were tied as well, and I was more focused on trying to figure out where I was. What smells like poop? Wait, is that me? I tried sniffing myself but I realized that the smell was coming from the corner. But I couldn't see over there, so I sighed, trying to take my hands out of what I was certain were zip ties. So cliché. I heard loud footsteps coming toward the door, and my breath hitched. The door then swung open, and a single light was turned on.

The man with her was saying something but she couldn’t hear that anymore as she concentrated her mind to hear the sound of his feet in order to know when he was close. But a shocking thing happened then. No matter how hard she listened, she couldn’t hear the sound of his feet. At first, she thought he wasn’t coming again and turned to check but she saw him walking up to her in ever slow and steady movement and she still couldn’t hear him. A sudden scent wafted into her nostrils then and she froze. It was a dead plant scent, a scent she had been made to learn through school to be wary off but there was something else in his scent, something like a sweetener, pulling her in.

I was spared further interrogation after Roddy piped in with the story of his week, which seemed to be going tragically the opposite direction - but the telling was up to his usual comedic standard. Then, suddenly, in walked a woman who was the visual equivalent of a needle pulling off a record. Roddy trailed off mid-sentence in his vivid description of the smell of his patient's foot fungus and stared. It was a very male stare, so Jay and I followed him first, but the ladies soon after with curiosity as to what had arrested our attention so.