Blushing And Kicking My Feet Novels & Stories

As we pass terrified clubbers curled up on the floor, his foot shoots out and kicks them hard. "Stop that! Stop kicking them!" I yell, shoving him with my hands. He drags me to the front and throws me to the floor, causing me to land hard on my knees. I feel the skin on my legs graze against the floor, the fresh cuts burning from the sudden pain.

“Sh*t, open up!” They will come back and check these little nooks when they realize I couldn’t have gone far. I’m blowing out air dramatically, panting and trying to keep my sh*t together. Chest burning with the sudden exertion and breathless as I struggle to inhale air. My limbs shake badly, and my feet are on fire from running in heels.

I waited patiently as they came close to me and when they were close enough, I bent down and swept my feet on the ground, sending particles of dust, sands and stones into the air and they screamed as some of them flew into their eyes. I rushed at one who was still trying to regain his composure and I gave him a kick to the face, sending him to the wall. Hr hit the wall with a loud thud and fell to the ground but because of how weak my kick was, ihe immediately recovered and stood back up.

And it sure made me uncomfortable. "You know, what I like about you?" I looked up. " It's the way you blush" he gave me that lopsided grin that made my heart flutter. I immediately looked away. "Stop it Jake, now's not the time* I was sure that my face was the exact color of a fire extinguisher. What was wrong with me? I peeked up at him and go the ground. I was drawing circles with my foot. I narrowed my eyes. What was I doing?"

he questions, “Do you hate me this much?” “No! No! No! Of course not!” Vigorously, I shake my head like I never before, lucky that my wig is tight enough for me to do that. “Then why?” in a calm face, he asked again. For him to realize my fear, I loosen my strength and let my hand shake stronger. In a slightly trembling voice, I try to explain, “I was just doing some exercise to relax my legs, you know, like this…” and I kick my leg again, “Like this…” and again, “Like this-”

His foot never stopped moving under the table. I tried to stay still. I tried to breathe normally. But my thighs were starting to shake. My pussy felt hot and achy. Every time his foot rubbed over my clit, a spark went through my whole body. I was getting close. I could feel it building low in my stomach, getting tighter and tighter. I gripped my coffee cup with both hands under the table so I wouldn’t move my hips. My breathing was getting faster. I had to bite the inside of my cheek again to keep any sound from coming out.

It was so embarrassing that my cheeks were quick to bail on me and betray me, they just had to give Maya and Danny more reasons to taunt me and the worst part was that they were expert when it comes to that and they weren't going to just let it go just like that which was going to make things more annoying and weird. " Why are you blushing Anna?, Tell us," Danny asked and I immediately used my hands to cover my cheeks. I couldn't believe that they were actually red like a tomato when they should be normal. I tried slapping it hoping it would go back to normal but it just made things worse and I didn't even know how to help the case more.

"Let me go. I’ll do it myself." Maya raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my submission. She stepped forward, lifting her foot with exaggerated grace. "Good. Now, hurry up. Everyone’s watching." The woman with the phone giggled, switching the live stream to focus on Maya’s polished shoe. As I leaned forward, anger boiled in my veins, and an idea struck me like lightning. Just as my lips were about to touch her shoe, I yanked my head back, stood up, and kicked her foot with all the strength I had.

He’s too close… “Are you okay, Mommy?” I looked at Stephie after she finished taking pictures of us. “Huh? Of course I am. Why?” “You’re getting red.” “Ohhh, Mommy’s blushing!” Stephie giggled as I cupped both of my cheeks. "Blushing, huh?" “I-it’s just hot, okay? What blush are you talking about? I’m going to change,” I said quickly and hurried into the changing room. I bit my lip as I stared at my reflection. Why the hell am I blushing?