Smelly Foot Stories Novels & Stories

They were exhausted and hungry too. “ Do you care for some company?” The old man asked with a smile on his face. “ That wouldn't be a problem” I replied and immediately stood up to take a walk with me. We began to walk inside the woods together while I listened in rapt attention to the life stories he told me. As we walked slowly, we got to a place and couldn't breathe in properly again. The smell there was extremely offensive. When we searched for what could have such an offensive smell, we saw a corpse lying not too far from where we stood.

“I don’t know. Ten years ago? I did it by accident, thinking it was the iced coffee and it was Helena’s leftover Five Points Coffee drink. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sick in my life. I nearly retired that day. I thought I wouldn’t recover.” Scott shook his head. “Of all the things to be over dramatic about. If anyone caught wind of your absurd aversion, they could literally get more information out of you by feeding you that than pulling every single one of your toenails and fingernails.” I chuckled. “Which is why I diligently worked to not throw up every time I smelled it.” “No, you just get this ridiculous look on your face and get short-tempered.”

"Madam, what did you say?" "Get out! Get the hell out of here! You're filthy! You're so tacky! I truly don't know why my precious son brought you here. Are you a servant girl who washes the feet of others? Even the servant girl in our house is brighter than you!" "Madam! I feel that your smelly breath is worse than your smelly feet! Do you know why you smell that stench? That's coming from you! It was because you had smelly feet and smelly breath! Can it not be smelly?" Mira got up and looked at her boyfriend's mother, sneering.

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.

Sierra I walked into the locker room and the smell smacked me right in the face. Same old mix—wet gear, stinky tape, dollar-store detergent, and that sharp metal edge underneath. Doesn’t matter where you are. My gut did this weird little twist. Not nerves exactly. More like… shit, I actually missed this. Not the smell. The whole vibe. Like the walls were saying, “There you are, dumbass. Don’t fuck it up now.”

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.