Smelling Feet Stories Novels & Stories

Heidi had huffed and puffed before deciding to just meet the boy in secret so as the avoid further violent scenarios. She was currently doing her homework in which she planned to go see Roman after she was done. But the nuzzling of a nose on her cheek from behind made her forget her plan. Tropical notes invaded her senses, the terpeney, and sweet undernotes bringing her a type of calmness that she had grown accustomed to. The pointed nose rubbed against her cheek as if scenting her but she didn't mind, even laughing softly at his evergreen habit. Her mother had told her that since she was in the womb, he had been rubbing himself all over so much that after she was born, strangers thought Hei

Clearly Elder Stone has taken my silence to mean something else but that's okay, because I honestly don't care how we do this. "What's that smell?" Storm's voice is unexpected, and loud and makes my head rattle. As soon as he finishes saying those words the greatest smell that I have ever known hits my nose and has my senses running wild. It's a mix of strawberries and cinnamon and instantly has my feet moving of their own accord.

xo ADB_Stories ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have no idea how long I’ve been staring into the endless darkness around me. It’s been like this every night for the past few weeks, ever since I first caught that scent; that unforgettable, life-altering scent that was like a shockwave through my very being. It came out of nowhere and ever since then I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind. It’s consuming me and driving me to madness. I’ve never encountered a scent like it in my life. It was so unique that I can’t even describe it as a scent. Have you ever smelt something, yet you can only describe how it tastes? It was like that for me. This scent was like the galaxy exploding on my tongue. N

My mom was always baking something. My feet move forward on their own, trying to seek out that scent. I feel myself moving toward the bathroom. I get to the door and I breathe in deeply. The smell is gone. I feel like air hits my system, jolting my body. I feel like I’ve been woken out of a trance that was put on me by that scent. I take a few deep breaths and look around the room. I know that scent was there, I’m not crazy. As much as I know that scent was there, it’s completely gone. All I can smell is the dirt scent that follows all humans. My thoughts have consumed me as I try to figure out what the hell is going on with me. Maybe the stress of everything has me losing my mind. I might n

* *Very good, now what can you smell? I sniffed into my nose, at first it was just the smell of the dirt and forest air, but as I continued to sniff I could start to make out different scents. *I can smell the feathers of the birds and the there’s a creek to the right* *What else?* *I can smell you and I can smell Smith* *Who can’t smell Smith?* Cole chuckled through our flash *Shut it, keep going Zee* I sniffed hard at the air, sucking it in through my nostrils. A foul metallic scent hit me. Kind of like blood but different, not human and maybe rotten, off somehow.

My chest felt as if it were caving in and my heartrate skyrocketed. “Tell me five things you smell.” I furrowed my brow. “What?” “Now, Rae. Five things you smell.” I tried sniffing the air in broken intakes of air. Trying to latch onto the world around me. “Uh, I uh—I smell rubber. And—and oil.” “Three more. Hit me with ‘em.” I snickered. “I smell your cologne.” “Good.” “And dirt.” “One more. You’re doing great, Rae.”

I watched their bloody feet close the distance. I heard the whistles from the other men. My chest wanted to rip out of my body as much as I told myself I was ready. Large, dirty, and bloody feet stopped right before me. I kept telling myself to hold it together and it was all that clouded my thoughts as I pinned those feet down. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, them suddenly my pivot point. “What do we have here?” “That smell. I have smelt it before.” Another said in excitement.

Hailey turns to ask as we wait to be seated. “I told Cynthia I can’t stand the smell of onions and I can smell them a mile away.” “Ich! Me, too,” she says, scrunching her nose. “I can smell them in here.” “Me, too,” I agree with a little irritation. The realization that I can smell the onions being the culprit. We order food and eat while we catch up. Alex is the master of telling fabricated stories, and some of the ones he describes in elaborate detail cause me to cringe.

"Yes! Now, we're a lone wolf. But it's fine as long as we finally escape from that cruel Alpha." "Or we could join a pack and become a rogue. We're a good rogue, though." Our conversation was cut off when we heard footsteps from a distance. My eyes widened and I was about to run away when I smelled something. It was intoxicating and addictive that it made me close my eyes and sniffed the air. In my entire life, I never smelled something as good as that smell. As the footsteps got nearer and nearer, the smell got stronger, making me open my eyes and look at where the noise had come from. My heart pounded against my chest as I waited for the owners of the footsteps to show up.

Stephen, who plainly had the attention span of an ant, couldn't take the silence any longer. "Um- you don't mind me asking, yeah? …you’re Lily’s sister," he murmured. "The resemblance is remarkable, but why do you smell like rotten meat? I don't mean anything but you don't know what deodorant is? You could buy some, you know." "Lily's eyes widened and she smelt her armpits… "Did I really smell that bad? I can't seem to smell myself." "Just kidding… you smell like a dead rat!"