روايات وقصص ضمن Smelly Foot Stories

“Sonny, are you dying because you smell awful? What the hell is that?” She stood there wondering if he’d soiled himself and looked him over and noted his leg closest to the back of the sofa was rolled up and he had a large gaping wound on the leg which was very infected. Sasha considered it was the kind of infection in the movies maggots crawled out of. She gagged at the smell and pulled her t-shirt over her face. “Oh Sonny, this is why you were limping the other night. You foolish old fart.” “Why are you standing over me with a crowbar? Here to finish me off?” his raspy voice made her jump.

I gag, pinching my nose and grimace when I hear the plopping of his poo hitting the water. I’m going to have a nervous breakdown. Right here in the bathroom, I’m going to have a nervous breakdown. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise your shit smells like roses, Tinks.” Oh, the smell, If I could find a way to explain the smell. It’s a mixture of rotten eggs and death. “Compared to yours, you damn well bet it does.” I let out a shriek when he yanks me closer to him. “I have to wipe!”

' The man said that made me come up with a conclusion that there is something wrong with this man's brain. I flinched when there was a loud tug on the top of the table. Then I saw an ugly and hairy foot walk in front of me. His waist made repeated movements going upwards. While the woman is screaming and moaning, the man is groaning. I sighted. I hope these dogs finish soon. Filthy and Nasty That's what these people are. Especially on what's coming out from their mouths. Half an hour felt like a day to me. When they are done, they talked like nothing had happened at all. I heard the window was opened, That's right, let that revolting smell out.

Judging by how pungent it was, it wasn't coming from far away. My stomach grumbled and my eyes darted everywhere hoping to spot where the smell was coming from. In doing so I had managed to walk into a puddle. I shriek softly, feeling my sock now wet and cold from the dirty water. I pulled my feet out, shaking them softly in a feeble way of trying to get out some water. I managed to look like a complete idiot and got stares from the people that were passing by.

I've put my foot in it and I don't know how to get out. "It's not what you think, on the contrary, I stink of sweat and the last thing I want is for you to smell me like a dead dog," I stutter, my words coming out so quickly that they're unintelligible. "Just give me a couple of minutes, and you'll see how fresh I come out of the shower like an apple."

"Looks like you can't cook even if you wanted to." Footsteps came from behind me. Adam walked into the kitchen. As he approached, that oppressive feeling struck again. But he didn't look at the refrigerator. Instead, he suddenly frowned, his nostrils flaring twice, as if sniffing some scent. Then he showed an extremely disgusted expression. "What is that smell on you?" His voice was cold as ice shards. I instinctively sniffed my sleeve. "Oh, it's disinfectant smell, and dog scent. There were several big dogs at the clinic today who were particularly clingy. I played with them on the floor for a while..."

He stood up, ready to examine me, "I smell blood, come on, let me see where you're hurt." I stared at his two fingers and refused, "Wait! You just picked your foot, don't touch me!" "Hey, that's nothing, I wash my feet every day, forget it, you young people are too busy." Pack Doctor pooh-poohed two mouthfuls of spittle at his hands, rubbed them together, and then was about to approach me, "All right, it's clean!" This is even dirtier than a freshly picked foot! I clamped down on Xavier's waist and screamed, "Aaahhhh, don't come any closer!

said Katleho reading. “continue” said Mr Gumede. “January the 21st,1956. Today I didn’t eat breakfast.I hated the smell, I can smell thing’s from a far away distance,maybe that is my speciaal ability. I can hear everyone talking behind my back,they say I smell bad,even Dennis wont sit with me, Mr Walter’s looks at me with pity, he even gave me body spray to hide my smell. Why do I smell like this?I bath every single day, I brush my teeth,I am always clean.Now I am sleeping in my bed,crying, my roomate, Cynthia has left. She told everyone at school that I smell a dead rat.”

My hot wet ass rubbed on the wet, soggy, warm carpet. I felt the first load fly across my feet which was a very strange indeed. No one has ever cummed on my feet before and it was a strange and exciting sensation. It wasn't long before more loads flew across my naked body. They were hot. They were slimy. There were everywhere. It just seemed to keep coming. Eventually none of my flesh was visible. I looked like a melted snowman. I felt amazing. The store went silent as everyone left.

1. Every day, all day, Bill smells shit or burning hair. Bill asks everybody if they smell those things, and when they say no (“What smell, dude?”), Bill thinks they’re lying to him. (Bill, your friendly neighborhood health inspector, thinks everybody lies to him.) Only when Bill starts smelling the distinct odor of his wife’s crotch does he begin to suspect something’s well and truly wrong with the ol’ noggin—she’s been dead for years.