L . Mould
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8 SOLES, 1 BLATANT WEIRDO
🕑 Added 2024-02-21 00:50:33 +0000 UTCDo you know how much you can get used to the darkness of a closet in 10 years? You can forget that it opens at all, dry and become a hanger. Now imagine that this is not just a closet, this is a fucking nesting doll. If I were sober, I would certainly become one myself. Fortunately, sobriety was not a strong feature of my youth. So after getting drunk once more, I threw this fucking matryoshka against the wall, walked up and spilled it all to her. And that day fortune smiled at me. She smiled at me.
The next morning, my heavy head managed to draw two conclusions. First of all, I’ll never drink a drop of booze ever. Second – I am claustrophobic, I'm not going to sit in the dark anymore. Of course, it's easier said than done. But if I had one strong trait in my youth, it was stubborn obstinacy. Besides that, she was now on my side. So in a few years I was finally able to find myself where I am. Here.
Damn, the backstory sounded too сryptic and dramatic for a crazy perv... Whatever! There are no more powerful tools in the art of persuasion than audacity, a sense of the moment and a pretty face! And that day, it seems, I collected them all. After mastering them to the fullest, I finally dared to do what I had long dreamed of – travel the world. And make cute girls I meet to let me smell their stinky heels xD.
Thanks to her for letting me that.
Few will be surprised that I was often rejected. Many will be amazed that I was given consent almost as often. In fact, the list of my achievements grew so rapidly that after about three years of “hunting” I suddenly realized that not sharing my happiness with my brothers in mind is a serious crime! (I just wanted to brag like hell). And the very next moment I was so damn frustrated.
Photography has always been my second greatest passion! How did I manage to never bring a camera with me?! My dumbness infuriated me. I had to make up for this terrible omission as soon as possible.
So, before long, in sultry September of last year, I went to the Kessoku’s concert. And, well, you know how it ended...
The photographer inside me shot herself. The rest of me remembered this forever. The noise, the fuss, the warmth and that smell hanging in the humid autumn air. What better thing could have happened that evening?
But, you know, sometimes luck favors your endeavours so much, that it seems God himself is on your side... I’m not sure that God likes my ideas too much, possibly late night fatigue have such an effect on people. Either way, after the photo Nijika suddenly stated she’s not letting me go empty-handed and the best reminder of our meeting would be this…
FUUCK! I saw the resentment, but the leader talked her band into that. I don’t know how. I don’t give a damn. All I wanted since then is to describe you the smells so you can imagine! That’s my thing after all.
And it would be a sin not to start with the hero of the occasion. Moreover, there is a lot to talk about; this became clear as soon as she took off her sneakers.
...
So, you thought that was the end of the story, didn't you? What else could've happened, after all?
Oh, then you'd never be more wrong. Nijika happened. Again.
Now we were left alone outside, drinking some awful canned slop, looking up at the dull starless firmament and chatting carelessly, when all of sudden:
'You really like this, huh?'
'You have reasons to assume.'
'And the stronger, the smell - the better, am I right?'
'Wow, that's insightful. Actually, wouldn't say. I love peculiarities.'
'Oh, then you should ask the sister. That's who has peculiarities.'
'Um?'
'Well, when I took off my shoes, you said you can smell it a meter away. When she takes off hers, you can smell it in three. Does that seem peculiar?'
'Kh-hh?!'
'She is lazy, never cleans her shoes inside until they wear off! Then she just throws them away… This pair she bought early spring. Now it’s almost November…'
'C'mon, are you seducing me? I've exhausted my quota of mad requests for today. Won't come up to her...'
'I might persuade her tho. Well, if you ask me kindly for that… By kneeing and kissing my toes for example.'
Coffee almost sprayed out of my ears.
In 5 minutes I was sitting on the floor behind the bar counter, with my face next to Seika’s feet.
I suspected it before. Now it was clear as a day - I awakened a feeling of sadism in these sisters. Yes, in both of them. Or else why would Seika even agree? Maybe the elder one herself asked for that. Maybe I was the one who was persuaded, ha-ha.
I bet it's a family trait.
Normally I would've laughed at them, saying they got the wrong guy. I mean, you ain't gonna scare me with feet. But, boy, this time wasn't normal.
You see, I usually hold my breath until I bring the foot to my nose. Partly out of excitement, mainly to make it a surprise. This time, when she took her shoe, it didn’t helped much. If anything, I could've smelled that with my eyes anyway. It took me quite an effort not to pull away - didn’t want to embarrass this already embarrassed lady (even though she was clearly enjoying herself).
What else did I expect? I was warned what I was getting into.
She was having fun for about five minutes. It took me half a second to remember this pungency for life. But I managed to get used to it. Moreover, enjoy it... Somehow.
Luckily, she shortly concluded that people were starting to notice my struggle and politely asked me to stop, barely restraining herself from just kicking my head away. I thought it wise not to object.
And the moment of my long-awaited liberation was the point, after which my faith in luck has skyrocketed completely. That day I received four times more than I planned! In fact, I almost believed, that virtually everyone in this building is at least not against the idea to donate me their feet.
Suddenly I felt hungry for more. My gaze was looking for a new victim and finally came across the cutie PA, who, as it turned out, was watching us with a pensive look. Thinking that her attention is a sure sign of interest, I invited her to join our entirely innocent activity without a doubt. And she responded:
...Did I mention that the feeling of the moment is important? That includes the sense of moderation.
I'm out.
Comments
Roman Kravchenko
At the time I thought that the format was a bit awkward, but now 2 people asked me to revive it. And maybe I should, maybe 👻
Otaku
Please more long-form stories like these if you’re able to! They’re so immersive. I also love the foot odor profiles you gave each of the girls, it’s really quite special and fun to read
CrazyDriver012
This Xana character is great, hope to see more of her!
