Novel & Cerita Smelly Foot Stories

It didn't add up. The sickos were nowhere near us. But that wasn't the main priority right now, right? It was Salem. Forty miles and we kept walking. No sickos. Well, barely. But not enough to call them a horde. Or by Ian, a "swarm." At the last mile, a painful smell hit my nose. It wasn't the smell of sickos. Something different. A chemical. Something hot. The kind of smell that meant something had been burning long enough to change what it was made of.

She was walking so fast, I was having trouble keeping up and she wasn't the tallest woman, infact I was taller that her at five six, but ma was almost running, it was like her a*s was on fire. If I hadn't been well trained I would have asked what the problem was. But I knew better than to ask, especially in public. So i sucked it up and ran after her. By the time we got home, our shoes were soaking wet with gutter water. The thick black stinking waste water that runs through the uneven rocky and muddy streets here. Some people say the rejects have a terrible stench, but I disagree. I have lived here almost all my life and nothing stinks.

I leaned into him, and together we limped our way toward the shack of solitude. *** “You should probably take the first shower.” I kicked off my boots with a groan of satisfaction and then a moue of disgust. Running, wading through a stream, running some more, being captured, and then getting more or less doused in blood hadn’t done the insides of those boots any favors. “And I think these need to be burned.” Ian swooped down, picked up the boots, and unceremoniously flung them out the open front door. “No arguments here. Are you saying I smell as bad as they do?”

Feeling two kisses on either side of my cock, John and Robbie announced that I was all clean as they stood up and then pounced into Tim and my laps with a mock battle cry. As we all settled down and I began to relax a little more in my nudity, I glanced around and noticed how normal they were acting. The four of them were carrying on and gossiping like nothing was out of the normal and they were perfectly used to this behavior. I saw Tim had set my jockstrap by the air vent to dry and Billy had made a scoffing remark about making the whole room smell like cum, causing me to joke that the smell of cum was the perfect scent to fall asleep to after a long day. All the guys laughed and agreed to

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.

" 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.

Now I’m in a foul mood in general. When I walk up to Dad, I smell it again. That flowery smell that makes me feel calm and tingly all at the same time. It creeps me out a little. I look around to see if I can find it. “What’s wrong Brady?” Dad asks nervously. “Nothing. Just smelled something.” I reply quickly. “I’m surprised you can smell anything but BO. No wonder no one has claimed you three as mates.” Tom says. I know he’s only half joking. I’m sure we all smell horrible after the workout we had today.

Her tits, small and pert, acted as a cushion for my lower back, the sensation strange but not unpleasant. The other girls took up position at my feet, their tongues working their way up my calves and thighs. Two of them focused on my toes, their tongues delving between each digit, scraping away the sweat and grime that had accumulated during my workout. They sucked each toe into their mouths, their tongues swirling around the sensitive flesh, ensuring that every inch of me was clean.

I raised my head up to catch the man looking at me scornfully before he walked away, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the cold, damp air. The place was a nightmare. It was not only dark and cramped, but it was also smelling like rotten flesh and feces. I could even hear the sounds and noises of the rats running about, their scurrying feet and squeaks making my skin crawl. I never liked rats! I felt grossed out, but my feelings of fear and worry were higher on the scale.