Novel & Cerita Smelly Foot Stories

Valfred turned around to speak to the Beta while others took a seat on the floor. I quickly removed my boots, digging loudly when I got to stretch my legs. Thankfully, my feet didn't stink. I'm a lady, why would my feet stink? The shoes he brought for me seemed to be a few sizes bigger which made my feet feel like they were at a park, just running around freely. I got up so that I wouldn't waste their time. “Do they feel good?” I nodded with a huge smile on my face. Why was I smiling like that? The smile dropped as I nodded my head.

Damn no wonder they stank I thought as we sat there as he rambled on. "They stank to me, '' I said looking at him. When they were in my house they stank and it bothered my senses. I smelt rotten fish which pissed them off but that is the odor I could smell from them. it was foul",I added as Jake stopped and burst into laughs. He looked highly delighted by my rotten fish reference but it was true I hated the smell still. "Good you can smell them, it may give us heads up if they come onto our territory in the future. We may have to kill them",he looked at me smiling. I would love the honor of wiping those bitches out that called me fat and ugly.

It was about twenty minutes into the game, I am bored out of my mind when the smell hits me or maybe it was always there but now I just noticed it. The rancid sweaty smell surrounds me till it's all I can smell. It’s like everyone decided not to bathe all week. I try covering my nose but it doesn’t work. The smell is everywhere, on everything, and everyone. Worse, as the place warmed up with everyone’s body heat the smell just got stronger and stronger. I pinch my nose in an attempt to save my weak stomach but it doesn’t help much. I remember one of the articles I read on schizophrenia and psychosis.

“I'm going to wash the socks of the guards and the security team as well as the men who work in Red Cage, and you know, it smells so bad I threw up so many times. I almost gave up on washing it all.” This time, Mia couldn't help but laugh. “Geez, those are just socks. How hard is it that you hate doing it.” This time Emily turned to look at her in horror. “If just one or two is fine, what if it's mountainous. It took half a day to get it all done, Miss Heart. Plus it smells like a dead frog. Gosh… I want to throw up.” Emily moved away from them and threw up not far away.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

Dr. Carrie Vance The elevator in Mark’s apartment building smelled exactly the same: a stale cocktail of industrial lemon cleaner, burnt garlic, and the lingering dampness of a recurring leak in the basement. It was the smell of a life I had clawed my way out of, a life where I had spent three years paying the bills while a douchebag told me I was "lucky" to be his support system.

The smell of burnt skin and vomit wafted through the room caking us in the depravity that lay beyond the threshold. “Oh my god the smell.” Emmy gagged urging as she covered her nose and mouth with the back of her hand. I warned her. Stepping into the room I held my hand out for Emmy wanting to guide her through the mess I had already witnessed. But being the stubborn madam she was she pushed past me, those ridiculous shoes she wore clattering on the floor. A groan escaped into the room as the clattering stopped, followed by the ear-splitting shriek of heels sliding on the floor, a body sliding and slamming on the cold bloodied floor.

Zuck commands me with an authoritative voice as he placed his strong arms beneath his head so that he could see me worshipping his feet. With a trembling hand, I grabbed Zuck's foot and tried to smell it, I can't help but gasped when the fragrant scent of his foot hit my nose. Fucking hell? It looks like no part of his body that doesn't smell so fucking good and addicting. "Ahh," Zuck tried to suppress his moans. I don't know but it seems like I was even more enamored with licking and sucking his feet when I saw his reaction when I smelled his foot. After some time, I start to lick his foot, surprisingly, I didn't feel any disgust since I know that his foot was clean. I continue licking his

"Well then don't touch me." "Dude do you have a nose? Cos you smell awful. Who would want to touch you willingly?" "You." "Do you know the reason why you smell like poop?" I knitted my brows. "Poop?" I raised my arm and sniff and to shocking surprise, I really did smell awful. "It's because they've been baptizing you with poop's water." She said, amusement dancing in her voice. "You're joking right?" "Well, the water they've been using to pull you out of sleep is what then? Do you think these people are nice enough to even waste mud water on you? Dude, you've gotta open your eyes to reality."

Like, how rude! So now, I am trudging the boring fifteen minutes walk home, wondering what is so important that both Tammy and Brad have bailed on me! Anything could happen to me out here, in these light and (probably dangerous) woods. I heard the mysterious baying of a mule deer just a second ago! I could be attacked! Walking up the path to Tammy's house, I am bombarded with the smell of heavily sprayed air freshener. Did she burn something again? Opening the front door with the little key I find under the rusted mole figurine, I unfortunately realise that the smell is even stronger inside, making my eyes water. Is someone trying to disguise the scent of a dead body? Seriously, someone must