Smelly Foot Stories Novels & Stories

It’s actually a problem because all my feet are swollen like that of an elephant. “It’s late baby, it’s time to sleep.” He held my hand and took me inside. “What about our guests and Chelsea? I need to read a story to her this night.” I protested. “They are family, so they will understand and don’t worry about Chelsea, I got it. Now rest.” He commanded, and I kind of find it sexy. “But I’ve not freshened up, my body feels sticky and smelly” I said, getting up from the bed. “Fine, Let’s go to the bathroom.” He helped me up from the bed.

A massive, circular iron pipe protruded from the upper right brick wall, vomiting a foul, lukewarm stream of grey water that smelled thickly of stale fat, cheap vegetable soap, and boiled turnip peelings. The exact smell of my childhood. The sudden sensory assault hit my nostrils, and for a second, the freezing void inside my mind rippled. Images flashed before my eyes: my nineteen years spent scrubbing the grease off these very stone floors, my hands bleeding from the harsh lye, my stomach cramping from starvation while the pack elites feasted on venison and honey-cakes above my head. I remembered the heavy leather boots of the pack warriors kicking my ribs whenever a dish was cracked. I re

Chapter 8 When we reached the bottom floor, this dungeon didn’t smell like most. There was always the smell of blood, vomit and emptied bowels where the prisoners were tortured for information; but this dungeon was like club freaking Med. I looked at Tina and Ron and we just shook our heads, it actually smelled like air fresheners and cleaning products. I rubbed my temples and mindlinked the team, “This is some bullshit. I could vacation here.” I said shaking my head.

she said as she twisted her toes nearly begging for his touch. Fred grabbed the other foot to work on it with his thumb. “Are you certain that my feet are not stinky?” she asked. “I cannot even smell them,” he replied. “Even now?” she asked with a giggle while she pressed her foot against his face. Fred inhaled the wrinkled sole while struggling to suppress a moan. However, the intense vinegary aroma drove him crazy.

"No way." "I swear on my life," Aiden grins. "The smell was so bad it cleared the entire valley. The poor guy spent three days rolling in the river, but it wouldn't come off. Even the Alpha wouldn't go near him. He had to sleep a hundred yards downwind from the den for a week. We called him 'Stink' for the rest of his life." Harris is laughing now, a genuine, belly-shaking sound that lights up his face. He flops onto his bed, wiping a tear from his eye. "A wolf eating a skunk. That is fucking gold. I wish I could have seen that."

I tried to get up, but my legs refused to cooperate. I could hear Sam getting closer, his footsteps crunching on the dry leaves. I could smell his scent, the musky odor of a wild animal, almost like a wet dog, but I couldn't understand how that could be possible. It didn't make sense. Nothing made any fucking sense now!

I stated, walking closer. "What do you mean?" Kai asked as I squatted beside one, gagging as the pungent sour smell wafted through my nose and mouth. I got up, holding my nose between my index finger and thumb until I stepped away. "Can't you smell that?" I looked at my mates, then at Elias and Nyra, lifting my brows up. "Smell what?" Ronan asked. I shook my head. "The smell the rogues are emitting. Rotten eggs, sulphur...like sewage."

I couldn't resist bursting out in laughter as if I had just been told the most ridiculous joke ever. "Nothing bad happened, you say?" I questioned. "Does this hurt?" I asked as I used my left hand to grab a fistful of Donald's hair. Still keeping my cool, I calmly remarked, "I bet it's not as painful as what I had to go through." I continued, "Donald, thanks to the two of you, my right hand is now crippled for good. If I hadn't been treated in time, the doctors would've had to amputate it!

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

Lilly’s POV I’ve never felt this level of rage before. I wake up to Emma’s crusty, gummy lips slammed against mine. “That dirty dog,” Layla spits, scrubbing our face raw in the sink. “What was she eating? Her mouth smells like rotten eggs!” “I know! Who the hell knows what kind of disease she just gave us?” I shiver, gagging. “She smells like actual shit,” Fiona growls from behind me. “I had to wash my face five times before the film finally went away. I nearly stole Evelyn’s bleach.”