Smelly Foot Stories Novels & Stories

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.

We managed to get zero work done, and the three of us collapsed into our seats the moment the pups took a nap. ***** “It smells like a farm in here,” Cami groaned through a pinched nose. Felicity and Kiera followed her in and all three of them had disgusted looks on their faces. “Well, if you wouldn’t have birthed a pooping, puking animal, it might smell less like a farm,” I mumbled. She rolled her eyes, heading straight for Finn and scooping him up. I pulled Felicity into my arms, kissing the top of her shoulder, “How was shopping?”

Alec The air stank of iron and piss and that burnt meat smell that clung to your nose even when you tried to breathe through your mouth. I couldn’t feel the soles of my feet anymore. I didn’t know if it was from the cold or from the bodies I had stepped on, some enemy, some mine.

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.

The door slowly cracked open. They slowly stepped inside. Jackie gently closed the door. The living room smelled like stale beer and marijuana. Beer cans were all over the living room floor. There were cobwebs in almost every corner. The floor looked like it hadn’t been swept in three months. “Damn,” Jodi hissed with disgust. “We can catch typhoid in here,” Jackie whispered. “Or get a staph infection,” Jodi added. They both looked up when they heard water running. It sounded like the shower.

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.

Mixed alcohol and cigarette are making me feel ugly in my stomach. “Easy now princess, we need you alive.” He said and I can smell that terrible odor of cigarettes and liquor. “Let go, you freak! You think you can take me that easy. Think again, bastards.” I scream. The man tried to cover my mouth to avoid me from screaming using his smelly hand but I use my strength to step on his foot really hard using the heels of my chunky boots. He let me go so I kick his crotch so hard. The man rolls on the ground as the two looks at the man before they look at me angrily.

She was out of a village around three miles off and was the polar opposite of me. Gemma was quite self explanatory, she drank, smoked and swore like a trooper and she liked cock. She enjoyed penis in any shape and size (and sometimes other colors!). She simply loved penis. In the tales she regaled us on a Monday morning, I was amazed how she could walk straight!