Amity Feet Novels & Stories

A grin secured the bream of his lips and Amy’s face heated and flushed in embarrassment as she sees him staring at her. She bit on her lower lips, and her cheeks flushed in embracement. it was pretty obvious that what he was doing to her legs was sending pleasure down her body. Now she knew why he said he was punishing her, for some reason she felt happy having her legs in his hands. Ryan watched as his prince lowered and applied the ointment on Amy’s feet, he smiled at the perfect opportunity he already has to tease his king later... Though his eyes wouldn't fall to steal glances at Amelia, who was standing a few steps away from him.

WRITER'S POV: "Babes, I am so excited to kill the vibes. This colourful evening around me fascinates me even more. But can you again tell me why I should wear these flats?" Amy asked Mani who was getting ready for her Haldi ceremony. She glanced at the flats sandals held out by Amy. "Amy, it would be comfortable for you to wear. Don't even think about heels. You don't know what's going to happen outside." Mani winked at her. Amy grinned.

He smiles and looks at the ground, seemingly thinking the same thing I am. Amy walks out in black leggings and a blue t-shirt and looks at both of us. She sighs and comes over sitting between the two of us. She grabs one of each of our hands and lays her head down on my shoulder. “I want to get out today. Maybe a walk?” She asks taking her head off my shoulder and looking at me then at Dallas. We both smile, “Of course, Aims.” Dallas answers, putting his head on her shoulder. We both couldn’t be happier, the most she’s gotten out is walking to a car. This could be good for her.

Gently, he slid the heels off her and placed them back on the floor. He frowned when he saw the blisters at the back of her feet, “You shouldn’t be wearing them. They’re too tight for you.” Amber shrugged, embarrassed that he saw them. “They didn’t have my size,” she mumbled. She tried to put her feet back down but Fabian’s grip was firm. To her surprise, he started massaging her feet - her feet looked so tiny in his hands. His touch was deliciously electrifying and as he gently rubbed at her soles, the throbbing pain that she felt earlier began to fade away.

Amity bowed in understanding before leaving. Immediately she left my side, I slid back into the padded seats to soak in more sun. The sunglasses shielded my eyes from the sun and for extra comfort, I shut my eyes and just let my body tan in the heat. I was back in the moment again when I suddenly felt someone tap my arm. "Amity, what now?" I sat up to face the figure, only to see Adele smiling back at me. She was just as I remembered. Before she went insane. Beautiful calculated eyes that looked like they mirrored the Mediterranean Sea. Fines lines covered the sides of her cheeks and around her eyes in a way that made it look like she was real and in flesh.

They have been entangled in a physical relationship, but there was no awkwardness between them as if it was a very normal thing. Amelia had enough trust in him to tell he won't tell about what happened today to anyone. It was only her body that remember him, the pain throughout her body was the proof. While walking with such high heels bound around her thing feet, she couldn't help but be unbalanced sometimes, and it was due to the pain. But Faiz was by her side, helping her and supporting her.

He will agree with Mommy. She walked outside. As the floor was a little wet, Amy strolled as she didn’t need to rush to return to her workplace. When she walked downstairs, she almost slipped. So, she stopped to calm herself and took a deep breath. But then when she almost reached the ground, a ball hit her leg.

His eyes skimmed her body from her head to toe. Amy thought he was checking her out until his eyes reached her feet and questioned, "Do you have any pair of sneakers?" He questioned. "Uh...no why?" She asked. As a matter of fact she owned no sneakers. Her mum always made it a point that whatever pair of shoes she got were heels. She didn't even own flats. "We'll be climbing a lot of hills today. It'd only be appropriate if you had something comfortable. If you don't have any sneakers then we'll get you one on our way," he informed.

Amy knew that jumping out of a levitating car, traveling at a high rate of speed, was suicidal. Without thinking, Amy leaped out of the Camaro. She knew that if she thought about it, her nerves would cause her body to lock up. Amy was glad that her platinum blonde hair was cut short. She didn’t have to be concerned about the wind blowing her hair across her face and obscuring her vision. Amy landed on her hands and knees and she used her feet to stop her body from rolling across the armored truck’s roof.

“Happy birthday Dad. I’m so glad to see you too.” “Let’s all have our seats,” Amelia said, stepping her heels on the floor in a funny uncomfortable pose. “My legs are arching me.” Laughing, I looked down at her heels. It looked so high, I wondered how she managed to walk in it. “You shouldn’t have worn such high heels,” I teased her. Amelia rolled her eyes, laughing. “Seriously, I’m still asking myself why I brought the heels. I just hope it won’t be the end of me.”