Claw Pinky Toe Novels & Stories

Claw looked on with confusion as my lips stretched into a grin. “What the fuck are you smirking at?” he demanded, shaking me with disgust. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna walk out of here, and you’re gonna tell all your friends to cease firing.” My booted foot sprang forth and kicked him straight in his balls, and he flung me across the room. I slid across the work counter, taking broken plates and pots and pans with me. Then I tumbled to the floor, the force of the impact winding me.

“Fix the chain to it.” I spot a bowl on the tray, placed face down. I lift it. Beneath it: a silver chain. And beside the chain — a nipple clamp, something I have come to recognise as a clitoris clamp, and cuffs. My entire body hums with a current that makes me both ache and embarrassingly wet. I pick up the chain. It rattles loudly. I find the hook and attach it to my leather cuff, jolting at the cold contact, but fastening it firmly.

He swallowed a ball of emotions as his fingers beheld the softness of her lean body, his eyes gazing into those teary expressive green eyes. He beheld and touched her in adoration, his fingers halting at her feet where he gently slipped off the shoes, exposing manicured nails covered in chilly red nail polish. That thing called fetish of the feet? Gripped hold of him, and sent his knees to the floors the next second, his eyes adoring the sculptural lines of her face, his fingers caressing the artistic features of her delicate petite feet. Clara's breath halted at the expression in his eyes, her body reacting to the seduction of her feet. But her heart ceased to beat entirely and her toes cur

His side of lips curled a bit and showed a little smirk. “I don’t know exactly, but you can always try”, I smiled teasingly, put the cigarette back between his lips, and stood up. I snatched the dark cherry nail polish from the bedside table and head to the bathroom while saying to Clayton “Give me 10 minutes to paint my nails while soaking, and then you can come in” “Leave the toenails, dear, I will paint it for you later”, said Clayton.

His mouth was muffled, and I looked at his gleaming eyes and held out my hand. I didn't know that's how he recognized blood clots. I looked at the wet clotting vessels in my hands. "Ahhhh!" He poked his nose into my finger, motioning for me to open the lid. As soon as I pulled back the cap, he lifted his bleeding elbow socket onto the clotting vessel and squeezed it with his other paw just above it. Blood spurted all over my face. But at least it’s down. "Give me the clotting vessel." Claire took the clot from my hand.

he teases. My reward is being put down. As my feet touch the ground, I get twitchy. I have to use every opportunity I get, so I wait there, perfectly still waiting for the opportunity. Because I have to try. I will always try. But holding still as his hands slide down my arms is excruciating. It pays off though, because when those large hands disappear, I take my opportunity by propelling myself forward.

I confessed. Reeses giggled softly. “I’m not laughing at you. I promise. It’s just so damn cute. I’m just picturing how you’d have reacted when I was fifteen and Clay’s nail gun malfunctioned, and I took a high-power nail to my right foot—pierced through my steel toe boot. There was quite a bit of blood. I lucked out because the nail went through my pinky and ring-toe bones. Still have a faint scar from it.”

No wonder she cried that she couldn’t write or draw. From the space between her finger and thumb, I saw a light scar that ran long. She looked at me and shook her head lightly, still massaging the area. She stretched out her fingers and I noticed several of them had small dots throughout them. Were those for pins? I shuddered, gaining Claire’s attention. I heard her spoon clatter and she hopped off the chair to take Vianne’s hand. Her mother watched with glistening eyes as Claire kissed each of her fingers, her palm, and each of her knuckles.

“Argh!” Pinned down by the front of the minivan, Clown screamed frantically. It was because an exposed nail in the cabin coincidentally pierced his bottom. He felt excruciating pain as he injured his bottom. He could not move at all, with tears streaming down his cheeks. “Kill him! Kill him! Kill this mongrel!” Clown frantically roared and focused all his mental power to interfere with Alex’s thought.