Smelly Foot Stories Novels & Stories

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

The smell of decay clung to everything, and the sound of dripping water echoed off the walls. Finally, they led us into a dingy apartment, the kind of place that felt forgotten by the world. The wallpaper was peeling, and the air inside was thick with the stench of mildew. They led us into a back room, where an old man lay on a tattered mattress. His body was swollen, burnt in places, and covered in ripened boils that oozed with smelly sores. The sight of him made my stomach churn.

I wasn't used to being attracted to someone so quickly and that left me a little disconcerted. While Bernardo was busy with the horse, my sisters and I tried to keep up with his activities. However, I soon realized that there was something that bothered me on the farm: the strong smell of shit from the animals. I wasn't used to that rural environment, and the smell made me feel a little nauseous. Gina and Gabriella, who were more used to life in the countryside, walked barefoot naturally. I, on the other hand, was reluctant to take off my shoes, fearing to step on something unpleasant.

It’s what I should’ve done in the first place. Instead, my feet went on without thinking. Khordon grew bigger and bigger in my eyes. The terrible smell of the slums reached my nose, and I pulled up my leather jerkin to cover my face. I stopped. There was another smell that wasn’t just garbage or stinking bodies. The smell of dry dirt in a cemetery and the bitter tang of metal assailed my nose.

He hissed in pain as her five-inch heel met his soft-looking shoe. My hand covered my mouth in a wide theatrical gesture. "Oh, no! I think the infection is spreading already!" Then I gracefully turned around and walked as far away from those toxic people as possible. It wasn't always like that. Well, all right, they were always toxic, and I was always poor, but I wasn't always the one who brought bad luck. It all started with a nasty rumor… that, unfortunately, fit most of the strange occurrences happening around me.

What sure is not a single resident is able to eat nor drink. “Fuck! What's going on on this shitty place?!” As they strolled on the street, they heard a bulky man talking to his friends. All of them have their nose covered. “I had never thought Hilwood could be even become worse than it is already.” He complained as if his friends can do anything about the smell. “It happened all of the sudden,” replied by one of his friends. His movements is roleplaying a person vomiting.

"How dirty is it? You'd rather be naked than want it?" "Yeah, I still need to take a shower. I smell like shit!" Hayden lowered his head and sniffed his arm. Howard was extremely curious. Could it be that the woman smelled like a fox? He followed her and sniffed Hayden's arm. Then, he smelled an indescribable strange smell. "Sure enough, the smell of the dead is unbearable," Hayden muttered to himself. Howard froze as if he had been struck by lightning. "What did you say? What smell of the dead?"

I stood up and froze when I realized that I had not got any shower and I think I smelled awful. "Or maybe some other time? I think I smell bad right now. I don't want your pack members' first impression of me to be the smelly bitch." "First, you're not a bitch, it was just rumors going around. Second, I don't think you smell bad." I gave him a flat look,"Of course you won't think I smelled bad, you're my mate. Even if I roll around to some dirt and garbage, you will still smell me like some fresh flower."