Blushing And Kicking My Feet Novels & Stories

They each took one of my feet in their big hands, massaging them, and making me close my eyes with a blissful smile. “She's enjoying this, brother,” Blue said before I felt something cold on me. I snapped my eyes open to see Blue kneeling on my right foot. His fingers tightened my tendons with the ice, and he lowered his mouth to my foot, licking the sole and moving up to take each of my toes into his tender mouth. I let out a cry. It was both tickling and pleasurable, but the ice made it more intense. They moved up to my calves, rubbing the ice along the curves of my muscles, and replacing their icy fingers with their warm tongues.

Kimberly's pov Dancing from one feet to another while staring deeply into my feet Ike they are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen before, I couldn't help but start to sweat while my palm became so sweaty even my breathing was hard as f@ck that my mind was going wide wondering what he is going to do to me as well as what's going on in his mind.

It doesn’t budge at all. They will come back and check these little nooks when they realise, I couldn’t have gone far. I’m blowing out air dramatically, panting and trying to keep my shit together. Chest burning with the sudden exertion, and breathless as I struggle to inhale air. My limbs are shaking badly, and my feet are on fire from running in heels.

I said to him and winked, then I watched as some parts of his face slowly turned red like I was flirting with him… It was a struggle not to laugh. With that, I turned around to leave and Lily followed suit. We got back to the room and the first thing I did was kick my shoes off before I sat down to massage my sole which hurt so bad from walking around in pairs of shoes that I wasn't used to for days. “My legs hurt so bad that I want to cry. I wish I won't have to wear shoes again!” I wailed out in despair as I kept on messaging my feet and pouting at Lily who was watching me with a small smile playing on her face.

He smirks as he discards his pants and now standing only in his boxers. "Nothing." I reply in a low voice. He shakes his head and crouches down on the bed. His eyes trailing on my fully clothed body. "May I?" He asks gesturing on my clothes. His gentleness touched my heart. I silently nod my head in permission and in the next moment, I feel his lips on my feet which makes me flinch them back. "What?" He asks in confusion. "It tickles." I reply shyly but the fact was I felt uncomfortable when someone touches my feet, I think they're my most ugly body part.

How… how can he do that…? But he just closes his eyes. I stare at my dirty boots on the pristine white sheets, and suddenly… Why the hell are my feet getting hot?

I bit my lower lip as I try to fight the emotion that is starting to bother my already calm state. "Don't cry Cali. You can do this," I whispered to myself as I feel the pain on my ankle. My hands started fanning my face to keep myself from crying. While seated on the stairs, I removed my shoes to free my feet a little. It was already red. When I tried to move my right foot, I almost shriek in pain so I started hitting my legs to keep myself from shouting.

I'm in troubled . I was in a deep thinking ... Why the hell am I blushing? Why does my cheeks feel so hot ?! It's summer but the sun is hiding behind the clouds. And why the hell I felt like I want to poop? Seriously ?! "HEY!" i was startled when someone smack my shoulder. Shit! I almost drop my phone!

I watched the guy's every move. The way he shuffled his feet, his posture and even the way held his fists. The bell rang, and some music started blaring again. It was 'Awake by Godsmack'. He jumped for, and I ducked just in time for him to miss. I shot back up and remembered what Liam said. Kicking is my strong point. I can thank six years of soccer for that.

What goes on in that head of his? I’m still shaking. Still flushed. Not with embarrassment, but rage, so much rage, I could just...I could just... "Arrrrrrrrrgggg!" I kick the red fire hydrant in front of me. Pain shoots from my feet, up to my knee. I wince. I shouldn't have done that. I look around awkwardly, touching my hurting knee. I get a few stares of disapproval. I look down immediately. I stop touching my knee and start fast limping.