Romans & histoires Smelly Foot Stories

I could go home and nurse the blue balls I was given that morning. The first thing I did was go into the bathroom. After grabbing my lotion, I froze. Sitting there on the counter were two small, pink socks. I could tell by the dirty imprints in the toes that these were used. They were Siri's. She was a slob, so there was no surprise. I picked them up and went to toss them into Siri's bedroom. Instead, I looked at the toe imprints and felt a stirring in my underwear. I pulled them slowly to my face. By the time they were three or four inches away, I could smell the rank smell. I had mentioned my foot fetish, right? Well to me, this was the equivalent of striking gold. Smelly socks worn by som

He walked to reach us and as he got nearer his physical appearance change. I smell something. The ghastly smell of decayed body, slight smell of rotten eggs and it was the stench that I first associated with farts: thick, phosphorus. I imagined I could almost see the swamp green of it like the grief had a way of making the smell worse. I smell death but I couldn’t bring myself to tell a soul. So, I keep quiet. I looked at each of the passengers and they are looked anxious and puzzled and seemed to be in confused about something.

My fucking ass was walking for miles in the pouring rain, in a general direction that I wasn’t even sure was the right way. The smell of wolfsbane was enough to make me feel like I was being poisoned. I’m pretty sure there was more water in my waiters than on the fucking ground. When I got my hands on James, I was going to strangle his fucking ass. My socks were wet, my feet were cold and the water that was collecting made this walk ten times harder.

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.

She also smelled the sweet and putrid stench of decomposing human corpses. “Faugh! Becky, what is the awful stench I smell?” “Do you hear the sounds of iron manacles against the concrete corridor?” “I think so. Yes. The sounds are passing right outside, aren’t they?” “Maybe they are goblins?” Becky ventured. “If they are goblins, they don’t seem to be hungry.” Millie trembled, “Something is licking the little toe of my left foot.” “Kick it away. Likely it is a rat or a mouse. Rodents will lick so you won’t feel anything as they gnaw and devour your feet.”

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.

I remembered that my leg was broken, slowly I tried my leg and expected to feel the normal flair of pain. It was then I realized I felt no pain at all, I tried to slowly focus on the sounds around me. I could hear the chatter of people around me but couldn’t focus on the words. Far in the distance, I could smell the familiar pine and vanilla smell I came to find a home in. Footsteps approached the side of my bed, where was I and why is it so loud in here? Caleb must be close because his smell was getting stronger. There was another smell I could smell; it was grotesque like a wet dog.

Maddie closed the door after Ayesha and took a step inside, and that was when she noticed the smell. It was as though someone had left several dozen eggs to go bad, then cracked the eggs and smeared the entire building with it. The whole corridor seemed to be filled with layers and layers of the putrid smell. "What the heck?" She heard Ayesha whisper beside her in the near-darkness. The two girls slowly walked in, the smell growing stronger as they got closer to the door of Maddie's apartment.

A choked scream, muffled instantly by a palm against my mouth. “Shhh, baby," someone cooed. “Still not done," Not even close. I heard footsteps again. More people walked by. No one looked. They just stayed in their little bubble. And I stayed right there, held up by two cocks still deep inside me, being used like a toy. One of them came first, I felt the heat flood into me. Then the other. Filling me from the front. I was shaking, drenched. My legs limp.

“Madam Smith, you need to let us wash you. Mr. Smith said, you had not taken your bath in two weeks and you stink.” her eyes widened in embarrassment, was that what he said? That bastard… “I don't stink, I only smell like drugs.” She defended herself, she held the top of her dress together, they had tried to force her to take the dress off, but because she was struggling too much they left her alone and tried to convince her with words. She clutched the dress even closer to her chest, preventing Petra, Sheryl, or anyone else from touching her.