Claw Pinky Toe Novels & Stories

‘Well, I suppose I could always. Clare traced a line down her model’s back, from the nape of his neck, right down his left leg, witha soft clean brush. When she reached his strong, brown calves, he slowly rolled over so that he was lying on his back, ready for her to continue her journey. As she drew the brush along his instep his toes scrunched in delight. ‘That tickles,’ he moaned. ‘I'll show you what tickles,' Clare told him, a devilish glint in her eyes.

He slid her high heel off. Leaning forward he did the same with her other shoe. She was stiff with apprehension, but she didn't try to back away from his firm touch. He placed her barefoot on the floor, watching as her toes curled into the soft carpet. Her tiny toenails were painted bright pink. He wanted to lick her toes and feel them curl against his tongue the way they did in the carpet.

As everyone sat in a circle listening, Kai got even bolder. Underneath the cover of the blanket, his bare foot moved higher. He slid his leg right between my knees, forcing my thighs apart slightly. I bit my lip so hard I thought it would bleed as his toes pressed directly against the center of my panties. He began to rub his foot slowly back and forth over my clit through the thin fabric of my underwear.

It was a reminder that I had the power to confront my vulnerabilities, to break free from the constraints of self-doubt, and to emerge from the shattered remnants stronger and more self-assured. As the radiating light got into my eyes which caused a sharp discomfort, I felt different. Different in a great way. There was a change. My once ordinary human hands were changing, evolving into something entirely different. First, I focused my attention on my fingernails. They were no longer the short, polished nails I had always known. Instead, they were elongating and taking on an exquisite, glistening quality. The color of these claws was a mesmerizing shade of silvery blue. Each claw had a subtl

Claire's person grabbed my hand and stopped it from moving. "I want to know if you're telling the truth." "What?" In shock, Claire asked. "Aaaah!" she moans. Claire's grip on my shoulder and arm tightened as my finger toyed with her sensitive bud. She had to reach her peak before we got to the penthouse. "What are you doing? Maybe someone will catch us." A low, guttural sound escaped Claire's lips. Her nails dug into my arm as I inserted my two fingers into her warm, wet center while my thumb played with her sensitive cl*t.

Thankfully he was wearing his pants. "Yeah, right," He said, his voice deep and husky. He turned around to step outside. My eyes broadened to the size of saucers when they skidded over the claws on his back. Starting from his closer back all the way to his shoulders angry red lines were gaping back at me. I abruptly looked down at my nails. They weren't that long, just a half-centimeter probably. I didn't realize I was causing him this much pain. It was just so wild, rough, and intense. I could barely think straight.

Each time that I kick him away, he grows more frustrated and his eyebrows draw closer together in a frown. Clay must finally see that he has no chance of administering the sedative because he sets the syringe down on the ground. He reaches for me once more. As I kick at him, he catches my leg. As soon as I feel his hand wrapped around my ankle, I use the opposite foot to kick at him. The blow lands on his fingers and he releases his grip on me with a hiss of pain. Clay rubs his fingers gently and glares at me.

"You make sure I line up from the side." "Fine, whatever Your Highness says." He grinned and walked to the side. Then I picked up the joystick and moved it in the direction I wanted, watching as best I could to make sure the claws lined up with the puppy dolls. "Move it back a little," he said, and I moved the joystick back. "Wait, move it forward a little more." Then I tapped it gently and waited until it stopped swinging. "Good." I pressed the button and we both saw the claw come down and grab the puppy, but as it began to rise, the puppy fell asleep and clamped down again. "Damn," I whined.

Clare could hear his hand slapping on the other side of the door. “Can’t reach the lock?” she asked, the delicate bubble of hope that had formed in gut on the verge of bursting. “I almost can,” he said. “My fingertips are barely brushing it, but I can’t get enough purchase to actually slide the bolt.” “I’d try, but my arms are shorter than yours so—” Clare stopped speaking abruptly, and she imagined a cartoon lightbulb shining above her head. “I’ve got it!” she exclaimed and ran back to the plaster wall. She scanned the floor then bent over and picked up the item she was looking for. She hurried back to Patrick and held the slightly bent nail out to Patrick. “Maybe this will give you the ext

I face the two, Nathaniel and Clark who's seems lost for words. "Uh guys? Guys!" I snapped my fingers. "W-what?" Clark's eyebrows furrowed and Nathaniel gulped. "I said, which finger would you like for me to cut?" I smiled at him. "U-uh, whatever you prefer, you're the one who's assigned to do this sh*t," Nathaniel answered and my attention went back on the old man. "Well then, say goodbye to your precious toes!" "Argh! F*ck!" I giggled by his ugly reaction! He looks so hideous.