Smelling Feet Stories Novels & Stories

My boobs were hurting me, that I so much wished I could remove my bra. Then I smelt it, it smelt like jasmine. I used to love the smell of jasmine. But this time around the smell of jasmine was horrible, it smelt like smelly armpits, rotten eggs, and all disgusting smell rolled into one. These smell made me retch and retch, I began to find it hard to keep standing. Suddenly my feet gave way and a blanket of darkness enveloped me. I could hear voices, but it sounded distant. "Oh my goodness, is she dead!"

I leaned my back against the wall, then straightened both trembling legs. The whole body and my clothes were wet and smelled of pickles. Despite wiping with a cloth covering the basket, the smell still hadn't disappeared. "Oh shit! It's really smelly! I think this smell would vanish if only I take a bath," I sighed with exasperation. With an aroma like this, Elvian whose super sharp sense of smell, could easily find me. It seemed that I must remove this disgusting sour smell before sneaking out of here.

I feel my feet raise up into the air and then I feel like I am falling. I smell something strange that I have never encountered before and then I feel a pain in my side when whoever has me throws me on the ground. Hearing my cheek crack, I wince at the sharp pain and then it goes numb from laying on the cold, hard surface. Someone else walks over to me and then demands, “Sit her up. I want to see that pretty face of hers before you destroy it. After all, it’s not everyday I am in the company of royalty.”

_" I tried to ignore the scent but its compelling dominance was a savor for my nose. For some crazy reason, it soothed me; made me feel like I had no problem in my upside-down life. It smelled like coconut and strawberry. And ooh yes, I could also smell a bit of chocolate too. Is all this emanating From a human or food?'_ I think I'm running crazy. The more I walked was the more the scent become nearer. I tried cleaning my nose but it gets more worst as the scent filled my nose trills. I increased my footstep as I was searching for the thing that bought the scent to my nostrils.

It was just another day, Gin and I were wandering around the house playing tag. When we wandered into my dad’s office. We heard dad’s voice coming around the corner and ran to hide under his desk as usual, both of us thinking we were really going to scare him this time. We heard the old door creak open and suddenly the room filled with a sour smell. It smelt as if the room suddenly exploded with mold spores everywhere and I looked at Gin and saw he was holding his nose obviously clearly smelling the same foul smell as me. I was going to crawl out of my hiding space when Gin reached out and stopped me. He pointed toward the sound of the mens feet and I knew what he was trying to say. Dad woul

Just when I was about to return to my room, I heard something. It did not come from Yvonne’s room, but the entrance. I walked over tentatively, and what I saw shocked me to my core. The entrance was a mess. The shoes were strewn all over the floor. The shoe array Yvonne had meticulously set up for a week had ended up in this state. Even more bizarre were marks I had never seen before on the floor. They were not footprints but strange tracks, like something had crawled over. The tracks went from the entrance and led to the door of my room.

I lavished those wriggling little creatures with my tongue and they loved me back. The smell and taste of sweat and leather assailed my senses, wrapping my brain in my mother's pheromonic embrace. I licked the arched sole of her foot, from heel to toes, then put it over my mouth to enjoy the sensory overload of her nylon feet on my face.

Great. “Breathe, Poppy,” Bastian whispers. I do, inhaling slowly. “Tell me one thing you can hear?” I focus, the distinct crunch and swish of feet stepping on dry leaves and through long grass, slowly getting quieter. “Footsteps walking away.” “Good. One thing you can smell?” I inhale, slower this time. There’s so many scents, but I pick the strongest. “Damp earth.” “Touch?” I rub the hem of my top between my thumb and finger, the soft fabric snagging on a skin tag beside my thumbnail.

It smelled familiar but rotten, like a piece of fruit that was left out in the sun too long, forgotten. Her room was empty, and the smell wasn't in here. She followed the scent down the hall towards Willow's room. She nearly gagged from the smell. It was everywhere in the room. The cloying scent clung to the back of her throat. She pushed open the windows, letting in the frigid air. She took a few deep lung fulls of the air, clearing out the putrid scent.

The minute I step into the living room, a strong aroma messes with my senses, my nose couldn't take it, I feel someone behind me, I use my staff and hit the person, I hear the person fall. The smell was messing with my head, I couldn't even tell where I was anymore, I trip on a stool and fell to the ground, I land on something wet, it wasn't water, I couldn't tell what it was, but then I hear a light finger snap, that's when I realized.