Smelling Feet Stories Novels & Stories

After taking a few steps, the scene continued to flash through my mind. Since I was younger I have never picked any interest in a she-wolf. I still cannot understand why I am so interested in Brenda. I didn't understand why I was so attracted to Brenda. This time an unusual smell came to me. It smelled like a werewolf. Is it possible for us to Smell a Vampire? I stopped walking at once and stood to carefully listen. I heard footsteps of something or people coming toward me in a rush. These footsteps were getting very close to us.

Metal too. It must be a cabin. Or, a shed. An abandoned shed? She couldn’t tell. The smell of cut grass and dried hay. She didn’t know how she could recognize the smell of dried hay. She flinched in fear when a rat squeaked and then, groaned in pain almost immediately as that movement had somehow made her ankle hurt. Then, she heard the footsteps. Light and heavy.

Shouts of my flirty brain. I don't know but I was really curious and I even smelled it. *smell**smell**smell* "It smells good!" Why did he put it in the laundry? It doesn't seem to be dirty yet and it doesn't smell bad, in fact it smells so good!." I whispered softly and smelled it again. *smell* *smell* *smell* "What the f*ck!?" I heard the voice of a man.O_________O "Son of an enormous brief!!!!!"

1. Every day, all day, Bill smells shit or burning hair. Bill asks everybody if they smell those things, and when they say no (“What smell, dude?”), Bill thinks they’re lying to him. (Bill, your friendly neighborhood health inspector, thinks everybody lies to him.) Only when Bill starts smelling the distinct odor of his wife’s crotch does he begin to suspect something’s well and truly wrong with the ol’ noggin—she’s been dead for years.

It aches like it got kicked by a mule. “Well, she soaked that pelt in tomato juice for days, scrubbed it with lemon rinds,” Mabli recalls. “She tried everything to get the stink out, and she never quite could, so in the end, she made a pair of slippers out of it. She said her feet were the furthest she could get that foul fur from her nose.” Everyone laughs, and again, it’s the warm, easy laughter of people who’ve heard the story a hundred times.

Climbing out of bed, I decide that I have to find out what is responsible for that pungent smell and where it is coming from. The minute my feet touch the floor, I discover the root of the toxic fumes. Beneath my toes I feel something cold and slimy. Trying to step around it carefully, I realize that it is far bigger than I first had thought and almost stumble over it. What on earth is on my floor?

But the strangest part? They weren’t speaking aloud. They were communicating with their minds. And even stranger than that— I could hear them. They had no idea I understood every single word they were saying. "Smell?" I thought. What smell? No one had ever mentioned anything about me having a unique scent before. Not my mom. Not Cynthia. Not anyone. So why were these creatures acting like I carried some kind of special aroma? The more I listened, the more unsettled I became. Was this why Bright and the others were laughing?

No way. My nose flared and dear goddess I was losing it. There was no way, was there? There was the metallic smell of blood, too much of it and bad odor that had me nearly vomit but even with all that I would never not be able to smell him. I nearly cried I promise you. My chest tightening with me quick to throw the covers off me. Was I dreaming for the first time in my life? It felt like it. My head tipped down, seeing the foot prints with mud and blood, a lot of blood than I would like.

Her head shakes vigorously from side to side, her reddish-brown curls hitting her shoulders. "No, Daddy, Mommy taught me about sweat, it doesn't work like that." At that moment, she sees me standing on the staircase, smiling beautifully. "I'm glad you're here, Mommy... Now explain to Daddy that I'll always have feet that smell good." I laugh at her greeting and enter the house, bowing my head because of the ceiling height. "Sweetie, I can't guarantee that; you might still be a stinky teenager," I say playfully, covering my nose while giving her a kiss on the head.

I was hungry, Frey was too. I sniffed as I remember that again, and before I could stop my legs they wiggled and I fall to the ground. I heard people laughing at me, they were humans. I saw a pair of shiny black boots near me and looked up. He was the man who was standing in front of me. He smells sweet, like candy...and flowers too, like roses. Humans never scented this good, right Freya? I asked and she hummed, she was also curious like me.