Smelly Foot Stories Novels & Stories

Disgusting blood for many days, not a living person, and apparently I'm not the only one I've smelled, Fassam and Casey either, it's Cameron and Camelia went outside to find something strange was going on outside. The day passed quickly and boringly and all I could think about was what happened between me and Jackson, I couldn't get it out of my head.. his lips touched and smelled like his skin, he.. I don't know what it is but it's a beautiful thing.. at the end of the day I felt something strange that wasn't about Jackson. I smelled a strange smell like blood... Disgusting blood for many days, not a living person, and apparently I'm not the only one I've smelled, Fassam and Casey either, i

My boobs were hurting me, that I so much wished I could remove my bra. Then I smelt it, it smelt like jasmine. I used to love the smell of jasmine. But this time around the smell of jasmine was horrible, it smelt like smelly armpits, rotten eggs, and all disgusting smell rolled into one. These smell made me retch and retch, I began to find it hard to keep standing. Suddenly my feet gave way and a blanket of darkness enveloped me. I could hear voices, but it sounded distant. "Oh my goodness, is she dead!"

The pungent smell makes me gag. Throwing my boots to the ground I rubbed my temples, drawing my fingers down over the scruff of a beard that had begun to grow. “You alright man?” Mason asks as the others walk ahead. “Yeah,” I nod, but then we both look down at my feet. “They don’t look ok.” Mason points to the blistered red feet, “They don’t smell so good either.” I would have told him to fuck off, but he was serious with the scowl on his face. “Jungle foot.”

Lolchan and Ray finished up with my loads, I marched forward with my strong bolt having a mental at the tip. Such shoes were go for wolves who frequent the woods, looking for innocent wolves as a target. And well, this time around the target was not in the wood, but a pack. Haha.. As I walked into the cabin, a strange smell engulf my nose and no other person than Ray would cause that smell. Smell of dirty clothes like drags. Smells like cow dung. “ What is that Smell?” my deep voice made him shivered as if he had just seen a ghost, he knew the question was directed to him, but I didn’t say one more word before he ran to do the needful.

“Look at it yourself. Do I have an athlete’s foot? If I do, I’ll eat it.” This post of hers was stunning. Fortunately, she was not wearing a dress. Otherwise, it would be a full-on indecent assault. Alex deliberately leaned close and took a sniff. He frowned and said, “Your foot is smelly!” “Get lost!” She kicked hard, and the sole of her foot was aimed at Alex’s chin. However, it was quickly grabbed by Alex, causing her to take a step forward. That leg rested on his shoulder. “You... “Ouch, it hurts!”

I always slept with my boots on to avoid getting the hard skin under my feet eaten by the rats with ugly long parrot-like mouth. And to top it all, it had this awful smell that could lead to the sudden death of an infant. The fucker's clothes where thrown across everywhere. And when it rained, tiny rain drops from the rooftop made it's way into the house. Fuck O.C again for making me go through this shit. I could do nothing with my fractured hand. Touching it alone fucking hurts. And damn, it was my right hand. Douglas was tossed out of school like I did.

His dick just kept popping back up, ready for more. “Bloody hell, I’m going to cum all over your feet.” Ford warned me. “Do it…” I said, applying even more pressure. “I want to see your cum between my toes.” I am not very good at dirty talk, but it seemed to do the trick. He came, and soon my feet and his stomach were covered in cum. I would have thought my mate, who has some undiagnosed OCD if you ask me, would have a problem being this dirty, but instead he just stared at my feet in awe.

He hurriedly asked his men to kick them out of the club. Once they were out, they plunged into the fountain pool at the main entrance and washed. They rinsed their mouths and washed their faces, hands, and tongues as if they had never showered before. After more than half an hour of washing, their mouths still stank with the awful smell. They collapsed dejectedly, wishing that they could just cut off their stinky tongues and throw them into the sewer. Wendy wailed frustratedly beside the fountain as she could still smell the disgusting smell from her mouth. She almost lost her mind from the irritation she felt from Claire earlier. Now, because of Charlie, she was almost at the brink of becom

Bright Sophia and I wrinkled our noses as soon as we walked in. For her it was worse because of the pregnancy, and for me it was simply unpleasant. The smell in the interrogation room was almost unbearable, especially for us, two wolves. A rancid mix of dampness and cold coffee clung to the air, seeping into our clothes, our skin, our lungs with every breath. I glanced sideways at Sophia, sitting beside me, and wondered how she could stay so composed, how she could speak with a steady voice when inside, I knew, she was trembling.