Smelly Foot Stories Novels & Stories

Gabby replies. I punch her in the arm and she starts laughing. I was told I smell like feet and now my mouth is fly repelant!~wait isn't that a good thing!?. My reputation is going down the toilet!. I follow Gabby's instructions and my mouth feels a bit cleaner. But my gum feels sore.. Really sore!. "You won't take a shower? " she asks.. "Yeah i dont think I'm mentally prepared for that. " I reply and Gabby begins laughing.

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

He was also being envied by most of our colleagues. But he had an awful smell like a truck driver, whenever he was sweaty. I winced when I thought about the awful smell that was frequently around him when I go close to him. And how he smelt the last time made me barf the baby food I had eaten one faithful day. I had to swallow the vomit back with my nose wrinkled in disgust, because Mr Derrick was surveying me, and I wanted no drama from the old man.

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.

" Did you forget to shower or something?" I was self consciously aware of the stench that clung onto my clothes after the joint we smoked behind the school building. It's a smell that's inescapable, some describe it as skunk smell. The smell of weed. Letting go of her, I took a huge step back before burying my nose into my jumper to affirm her accusation. She wasn't overreacting. I did smell like the devil's underwear! " Um..." " There's a new invention called soap ,have you heard of it, Maxwell?" Her nose sounded all plugged up as she held a hand over it to shield away the putrid stench of my weed smelling clothes.

They refused to back down from each other. The immense pressure caused some buried memories to surge to the forefront of my brain. I remembered the truth. I was Spring Clark. I remembered dying from asphyxiation due to a gas leak in this very apartment. My soul had been trapped here, and I could not leave. As I wandered about the apartment, I became filled with resentment and indignation.

He was here to serve, to be used, not to be pleasured. But then, as Jamal rubbed his sweaty, musky balls all over Clay’s face, as Tyrone and Deshaun joined in, their heavy balls pressing against Clay’s cheeks and lips, Clay could feel his orgasm building again. The smell of the men’s unwashed cocks and balls was intoxicating, filling Clay’s nostrils and making his head spin. As Jamal recorded Clay sniffing and whiffing the men’s

“I don’t know. Ten years ago? I did it by accident, thinking it was the iced coffee and it was Helena’s leftover Five Points Coffee drink. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sick in my life. I nearly retired that day. I thought I wouldn’t recover.” Scott shook his head. “Of all the things to be over dramatic about. If anyone caught wind of your absurd aversion, they could literally get more information out of you by feeding you that than pulling every single one of your toenails and fingernails.” I chuckled. “Which is why I diligently worked to not throw up every time I smelled it.” “No, you just get this ridiculous look on your face and get short-tempered.”

From time to time, there were still people who had heard the news coming to pay their last respects to the Old Master Ford. Just as Maysun and Lily entered, the doorkeeper of the Ford Residence could not help but to pinch his nose. "Oh, why does it smell so bad?" Maysun and Lily were speechless. They had clearly washed themselves a few times, and they had worn perfume. Did they still smell that bad? Both the women truly wanted to die on the spot out of embarrassment. However, the hate they had for Aino in their hearts also increased.

Why am I always finding Mr Wrong? Surely I have dated them all - skinny boys, fat boys, still live with their mummy boys, sorry I can't stay boys and it's not you, it's me boys. When will I ever learn? And what is that damn smell? I quickly smell under my arm and then cup my hand and breathe into it, then smell. That smell would be me - holy shit. It's horrific, it's like something actually crawled into my mouth and died. How glamorous is my life?