Stanky Leg Novels & Stories

Contaminated the water? I caught a scent. There were so many bodies in the small tavern, many of them sweaty and unwashed, that their scents all mingled into olfactory mud. But this particular stench stood out because I’d been tracking it half the day. A smell like rancid sunflower seeds. That stink had been at Sarah’s camp.

Anything to wade off the toxic scent that was permeating the enclosed space, making her want to puke. “It’s unimaginable how someone like you could be so daft…you are filthy… your breath stinks!” Astra wanted to hurl so much, her stomach churned at how disgusting the whole place stank and how he still managed to stay here. What exactly had happened days after she left this house. The last time she had been here, she had met everywhere neat, knowing Nicholas, he was a neat freak,so when she saw and smelled the pungency of the room, her heart boiled.

Alec The air stank of iron and piss and that burnt meat smell that clung to your nose even when you tried to breathe through your mouth. I couldn’t feel the soles of my feet anymore. I didn’t know if it was from the cold or from the bodies I had stepped on, some enemy, some mine.

The large mouth opening, the sharp stench of something spoiled and infected and threatening to burst rising from the nubs of yellow teeth. Its nose was pushed flat, the lips pushed forward. Its hair heavy, greasy strands sticking to a flaking, grimy scalp. The legs two clubs jerking from the hip, each with a long, thick, yellowed nail jutting from the end that scraped the floor as it angled near.

It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow. I am trembling as I press my lips to the wet stain and suck the hot putrid juice through the soaked cotton. The flavor is overwhelming. I suppress the urge to gag so I can get more of it down. I can’t get enough of it! My brain and cock are both throbbing. I pull the crotch of her panties aside so that large globs of soft, disgusting yet irresistible, brown shit begin to ooze from the leg hole. My mouth is there to receive each soft, pungent dollop of it. I squeeze her panties forcing more of it to spurt faster out the leg–hole and into my mouth. My lips, teeth, tongue and gums are covered in her shit.

Fling off his upper coat, Damien wadded up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, his black pants hanging perfectly on his waist and his feet were covered with well-polished black leather shoes. His feet were clangorous, hefty steps echoing throughout the building as he walked towards his secret basement. It's about time he played a little.

Speed -30%, Agility -20%! "Damn! My Indomie Super Nutripower wasn't enough for this leg!" Bima complained internally. He could smell the Ancient Herbal Anti-Zombie repellent still active on his body. The aroma of mint and balm provided some relief to his nose from the city's stench. They passed through narrowing streets; roadside shops were demolished, shelves scattered everywhere. A faint, foul odor began to drift in, not the smell of ordinary rot, but a distinct, fishy stench.

Stink shrugging, "You act like I didn’t clean up after. Look, the cushions ain’t even sticky." I scream, "...Stephen!" Stink sighs, "My bad, my bad! I just figured you’d be out late. You are always out late on Fridays. Me and the homies needed a spot to chill, that’s all." I scoff, “ FYI, you must have me confused with someone else because I never stay out late, and actually, it is late, almost 2 am. Chill? That's what we callin’ it now? You had a girl in my silk robe, sipping on my Simply Peach juice, and, was that my lavender honey body oil all over the floor?!"

Dense with things that should have dispersed long ago but had instead clung stubbornly to brick, iron, broken concrete and one another. Old blood came first, rust-rich and stale. Then sex, not in any warm or private sense, but the used, overhandled stink of bodies worked too hard in filthy places. Beneath that came petrol, cheap chemicals, rotting food, urine, damp mould and a rank, animal heat that seemed to rise not from any one body but from the whole district itself, as if the ground had been fouled over and over until it had learned to hold the scent and breathe it back.

I am gradually realizing that my street seems to develop this strange stench over the years and this stink increases with time. The filth reflecting in the worn out clothes of the children aimlessly roaming the streets can choke one to death. From the famous Razzi beer parlor down the street to the GreenLand brothel adjacent my mother's bar, these places birth the disgusting stench of my environment and gradually it is becoming inhabitable. As I struggle to jump across piles of dirt littered all over, I could feel different hands and shoulders all over me. Everyone is always in a hurry in a space so small. I quickly stretched my hand out to greet a fellow who stretched his hand out on a