Erin Ashford Feet Novels & Stories

"Think he'll show?" "Oh, he'll show. I know he will." **** "This one?" I hold a dress up to my body. I'm going through Ash's closet. She never goes anywhere, long term, without an arsenal of dress up stuff. Ash shakes her head. "No. Not flashy enough." I pull out a silver dress. "Ugh. Too flashy." She scrunches her nose. I pull out a blue, spaghetti strap dress. "Perfect!!" Ash says. I take off my shorts and t shirt and pull the dress on. I turn and look in the mirror. "You don't think it's too short?" I tug at the bottom.

Ash winked at me and got out of the car. He stepped toward the rock. He fisted his hand and pressed the ring's smooth surface against the large stone. As soon as he did, the stone resonated, sending a wave of vibration rushing through the ground. I felt it as it went through my body, even while I sat inside the car. "Wow," I breathed, locking my eyes on Ash, who now stood up straight as if he was waiting for something.

Then added one more line before I could change my mind. 'Are you at Ashford Corporation?'

Ash comes over to them and, slowly so that Kai can move with her, rotates her chair until she’s facing along the desk. Then slides Eliza’s shoes off and sits on the floor in front of her, then starts to rub her feet. She moans again. Kai smiles, and Ash focuses on making her feel good.

Rowan's Pov Rhia Ashford was not a small woman in terms of presence. I had watched her navigate her brother's world for months, watched her manage Kade's dangerous social circles with the ease of someone who had been trained from birth to be the soft face of a hard empire, and I had respected that about her even when I found it inconvenient. But right now Rhia Ashford was standing in her own kitchen in a cream sweater and bare feet pointing one trembling finger at me like I was something that had crawled out of her worst nightmare and she was making a sound that was somewhere between a word and a scream.

She was standing barefoot now. "Someone will bring them to your dorm later," Asher said. That wasn't the point at all! "You can't expect me to walk back barefoot. I can't walk like this at all."

Although, Mindy was born into a millionaire's household and have access to a lot of things, she was still amazed by the whole thing that was happening to her and her friend. After memorizing every single part of the pink dress, Alisha finally dropped it and took out a shinning, high stilletto, pump silver heel. "Oh..." Alisha gushed as she put one of the heels on and looked up at her friend who smiled at her. "he even knows my shoe size." "I'm happy for you." Mindy said. "I'm happy for you too" As Alisha took the second heel out of the box, she spotted three cards inside the box and plucked them out. Two of which were invitation cards.

Dead people aren't supposed to look like that, or sound like that, or especially smile like that! "You like my feet, don't you, Bobby?" Shelly had pulled me down to my knees, tugging on my necktie until she had me right where she wanted me. Her legs were bare, but she had such smooth skin, toned and snow white, she didn't need stockings. Shelly wore patent leather shoes, expensive ones, probably, with open toes and spiked heels. Her toenails were red like her lips and fingers, and she had small, delicate feet. I'd spent three years selling shoes at Pay-Less as a teenage boy, so I had a lot of experience with women's feet and Shelly's were incredible.

I'd wandered right into her den without even realizing it. "Ms. Parker, do you enjoy body massage services?" Vivian Thompson asked. I forced a polite smile and shook my head. "Not really. Something about those places just… feels dirty. Like it'll give me bad luck." She let out an amused laugh while her eyes glinted with mockery. "Well, you're not wrong. This isn't exactly a reputable establishment. Next time, I'll take you somewhere better. I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

he swiftly recoiled. “No. But I’d look stupid with these bare feet…” “Those feet almost killed me last night,” Rhio snorted. “Deo will take care of it.” I nodded. “I told you to stop ordering Deo around. You’re not even his boss,” she protested, “Thanks but no thanks.” “What’s your size Miss Jasmin?” “It’s alright Deo. Don’t listen to this hulk,” she argued. Her feet looked small. Around size 38. “I’d be back,” I sprinted to the nearest convenient store despite her refusal.