Novel & Cerita Smelly Foot Stories

Just two guys running on fumes and hate. The glow from the streetlamp above us flickered like it was about to die. Kind of fitting. Everything felt like it was on its last legs. The car smelled like smoke, coffee, and sweat. A lot of hours, a lot of nothing. Six guys this week. All rats. All talk. Not a single one had anything real. Just stories. Just dead ends.

Chapter 8 When we reached the bottom floor, this dungeon didn’t smell like most. There was always the smell of blood, vomit and emptied bowels where the prisoners were tortured for information; but this dungeon was like club freaking Med. I looked at Tina and Ron and we just shook our heads, it actually smelled like air fresheners and cleaning products. I rubbed my temples and mindlinked the team, “This is some bullshit. I could vacation here.” I said shaking my head.

she said as she twisted her toes nearly begging for his touch. Fred grabbed the other foot to work on it with his thumb. “Are you certain that my feet are not stinky?” she asked. “I cannot even smell them,” he replied. “Even now?” she asked with a giggle while she pressed her foot against his face. Fred inhaled the wrinkled sole while struggling to suppress a moan. However, the intense vinegary aroma drove him crazy.

"No way." "I swear on my life," Aiden grins. "The smell was so bad it cleared the entire valley. The poor guy spent three days rolling in the river, but it wouldn't come off. Even the Alpha wouldn't go near him. He had to sleep a hundred yards downwind from the den for a week. We called him 'Stink' for the rest of his life." Harris is laughing now, a genuine, belly-shaking sound that lights up his face. He flops onto his bed, wiping a tear from his eye. "A wolf eating a skunk. That is fucking gold. I wish I could have seen that."

I tried to get up, but my legs refused to cooperate. I could hear Sam getting closer, his footsteps crunching on the dry leaves. I could smell his scent, the musky odor of a wild animal, almost like a wet dog, but I couldn't understand how that could be possible. It didn't make sense. Nothing made any fucking sense now!

I stated, walking closer. "What do you mean?" Kai asked as I squatted beside one, gagging as the pungent sour smell wafted through my nose and mouth. I got up, holding my nose between my index finger and thumb until I stepped away. "Can't you smell that?" I looked at my mates, then at Elias and Nyra, lifting my brows up. "Smell what?" Ronan asked. I shook my head. "The smell the rogues are emitting. Rotten eggs, sulphur...like sewage."

One of the police officers waved his hand in annoyance to cut Donald off before questioning Gigi, "Do you dare to claim that you didn't push Ms. Swan down the stairs?" Frank and Martha started screeching loudly, "Answer him, Gigi! Go on. We're all here, so no one can bully you!" Those two readily accepted the supplements I gave them every month and happily had me at their beck and call. But despite all that, to them, I was nothing compared to Gigi.

I could feel myself blushing as well, and my hands were trembling as I cradled her naked foot. "We've got all night," she whispered. "Go ahead, baby. Kiss my foot. Mmmm ... Right on my toes. Do they smell good?" "Yeah," I breathed, closing my eyes and inhaling her decidedly pleasant scent. It made my cock hard, that faintly sour musk of female sweat, but don't think Shelly was dirty or anything. Her feet were pristine, scrubbed pink during a recent bath, I imagined. Her pedicure must have been new as well, the crimson lacquer applied perfectly to her wonderfully shaped nails. She had been walking around, however, and I guess even vampire feet tend to grow sweaty with the smallest exertion. N

SSHS 159 “What do you mean? It actually smells nice. Like strawberries.” Excami said as she was confused as to why Albert was scrunching and pinching his nose. “I smell jackfruit.” Hestia said, though she was also puzzled by the situation. It is unusual already for her to smell jackfruit at their location, but it was also unusual that Excami was smelling something else and Albert was grossed out by it. Then something clicked in her mind. She sniffed the air again and began walking to the direction she thought the source of the smell was coming from. “Hestia, where are you going?” Excami asked. Albert cannot talk since he was so grossed out by the smell that he cannot even move at all.

The fights were often petty, but here, it felt like survival. The smell, though. God, the smell. Body odor, cigarettes, and the stench of unwashed clothes clung to the air. Some of these men didn’t care about hygiene, which drove me insane. If I stayed here any longer, I would spiral into a more bottomless pit of despair and fucking kill myself.