Diane Foxington Feet Novels & Stories

Those heels. The memory crashed over her like ice water. The Blackwood mansion's marble foyer. A young maid's terrified sobs echoing off the sick white walls. Diane's designer heel connecting again and again with flesh while her face remained serenely cheerful, as if she were arranging flowers rather than breaking bones. "Sanitation is so important," Diane had said afterward, delicately cleaning blood from her hands with an handkerchief. "We must be conscious of what rodents we allow in the house."

Diane's hand fell on a simple cream netlike gown. "This is perfect, it can work for a dinner date and also for a casual date. I have a feeling Mr. Bianco will be taking you to a restaurant." I tried on the dress and it fit, it stopped a little bit above my thigh, and the bodice clung tight to my body but I wasn't uncomfortable. I twirled around, looking at my reflection in the mirror. "I like it," I told Diane, she nodded her head. " It's perfect. All you need is to do now is accessories." Diane picked a pair of cream Louboutin pumps and a strapless black Chanel purse.

“I don't care if he hates humans. He has a massive dick, and it gives me orgasms. He might hate humans, but his dick certainly loves me. I mean, have you seen this bod?” Now here she is, acting like a five-year-old child. The door creaked open and Fiona stepped in, carrying a basket of white blankets, and she gave us a smile. “Hello my ladies. Dinner is ready downstairs, so your presence is needed.” “Yayyy!!! Dinner…” Diane cheered, throwing her toy to the other end of the bed and getting up immediately. Fiona grinned, “Yaayy, indeed. I will change your sheets while you are at it, so you will be able to sleep like a princess tonight, okay?”

The plan was to go to a restaurant near the hotel and then return to the hotel for a nightcap at their lounge. Diane put on a simple black dress with thin straps that showed off her bare shoulders. The dress ended halfway down her thighs, making her legs stand out in her high heels. It wasn’t too revealing, but it was undeniably sexy, showcasing her figure perfectly. Diane, at 5’3”, has a great figure, shapely legs, a gorgeous face, blonde hair, and a confident, elegant walk.

Audrey didn’t even welcome Rex, she couldn’t be more bothered when she has a lot of work to do and the fact that it was his so-called spoiled fiancé that caused the mess made her angry. Rex saw the hurt in Audrey’s eyes even though she wanted to act stubborn. He knew the hand Diane stepped on must have broken but Audrey didn’t want to show it. Rex's eyes went to Diane’s feet, she was putting on Nike shoes that are capable of deforming a can. “Was that what she used to step on Audrey?” Rex fumed, releasing Diane’s grip on his hand. “I know you’re not deaf, neither are you dumb. I asked a fucking question to which I need answers from you both.” Rex barked, looking scornfully at Diane.

She tried again, and waited, but got the same result. “Let's give him some time,” Diane suggested, and the distraught Fanny nodded in acceptance. “We can wait in my car.” “Okay.” After they were seated in Diane's car, she consoled her, by kissing her cheeks before she moved to her lips and breasts. Unfortunately, she was not responsive. “Cheer up, girl. You know I can do better than the Prince and the stupid gigolo.” Fanny cheered up, and requested, “I know. Let get the gigolo first.”

Diane was walking down beside Damien, her bare arm looped through his with a delicate, effortless precision that made it look like she’d been doing it her entire life. She was wearing an emerald-green silk gown that clung to her waist before spilling down the marble steps like water. Her shoulders were bare, pale and perfect under the flashbulbs, with no jewelry around her neck except for a single, flawless diamond pendant that Damien had bought from the Boucheron estate three years ago. Sophia’s fingers tightened around her glass until her knuckles went yellow. "Look at her," she whispered into the empty room, her voice sounding thin, dry, completely lost in the quiet of the flat. "Just loo

While we wait for them, Marco takes pictures of us all together with his cell phone. "Diane, you look amazing," I compliment as we wait for Bronx. She is wearing a light blue dress that falls below her knees with high-heeled sandals. She has styled her short blonde hair onto a messy pixie cut and she is finally looking healthy again. "Thank you, Kas. I have never felt more glamorous in my life," she giggles, "all those people taking our pictures? I don't know how you do it." Carly walks up next to Diane and takes her hand, "What are you two giggling about?"

She walked the rest of the way, heels sinking slightly into the damp ground, her heart beating faster with every step. She told herself she was being ridiculous. But something inside her-sharp, instinctive, relentless ,refused to be ignored. From behind the white wooden fencing, she saw Grant’s car already parked. He was here. But no staff were moving around the riding grounds. No instructor. No horses prepared in sight. The silence felt intentional. Diane moved carefully along the edge of the paddock, staying hidden behind the tall hedges lining the private trail. Then she saw them. They were not near the horses at all.

She looked at her wrist watch before she continued to type. "Tori, come let's go have lunch," Diane, a girl who sat beside Victoria in the office said to her. Diane is a natural red haired woman, shorter than Victoria with an inch or two. From afar it was hard to tell that Diane had freckles until you came closer. She had freckles all over her nose making her cute.