Feet Model Novels & Stories

Cynthia smiled at the girl next to her, she had seen her on tv, but she looked purer in person. "I don't have a formula for that actually," she said and the rest of the models slumped their shoulders. They had all secretly wished to come into contact with Cynthia at least once, though she was a newbie and the newest in the industry amongst them, she was also the one with the biggest achievements and highest number of recommendations and had the highest demand. It was not new news that she was the ideal model in every business description, she had the most ideal height, body features, demeanor, composure and poise and was also the most flexible person they had ever seen.

A blonde and curvy looking lady walked down the airport hallways with her suitcase behind her, she was accompanied by two guards and an assistant who struggled hard to keep up with her long fast strides. The lady was Silva Chen a top model based in the states. "Slow down mistress, don't you feel tired of walking fast?" Her female assistant called after her as she ran forward to catch up with her mistress. "I'm a model, I'm used to walking fast. Besides I've missed this city so much, Its being three years since I left and I feel so excited to be back." Silva said with a smile. She was very pretty and poeple around couldn't help to take pictures of her as she looked really gorgeous with long f

She was Lily, a famous supermodel here for a Gucci photoshoot. First one long leg of pale firm legs rocking a pair of Yeezy naked heels, before the rest of the tall athletic slender frame wrapped in a sexy strapless sheath black gown. The woman made her way towards the building like a swan floating on top of a river leaving her guards to wait for her by her car.

Batting my eyebrows, I'd started to have high hopes. “Alright, let’s test your words,” As I began turning, there came a shoot of a blonde model, ivory, 5’7, slim figure, long legs, flat belly, tiny waist. But when it came to her face, it wasn’t any special, I had a lot of such faces, so she wasn’t required. Turning eight times, there came another girl, I noticed her details at the top right, black, 5’6 and almost the same as the blondie, but again, I was looking for a new face.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Chapter One: Your Fine Fucking Feet! Nora’s POV “Bend a little… A small smile. Good.” The camera shutter clicks and flashlight flashes. With a body on fire, banging and hot like your next meal, I model clothes… lingerie. And when I want to go all out, I let the nipples poke the thin fabric, and my clit is evident in the thongs. Summer is approaching, a period to sample fine bikinis and sexy feet… Just like that of my photographer!

Maica Delmundo is a famous model, known for her long, slender legs and flawless skin. With her wavy, waist-length hair, sharp nose, naturally rosy lips, and an oval-shaped face, she possesses a striking beauty that captivates many. Her fair complexion, almost as if she were carved from ivory, and her perfectly sculpted hourglass figure make her irresistible. It’s no surprise that countless people admire her—even some of the most famous celebrities look up to her.

I knew they pay a lot in the modelling industry, but honestly I am still amazed by how much even a first timer rookie like me can be paid when just starting out. I practiced more and let Amanda's team train me and prepare me properly. I can confidently say to myself that my body has been groomed into the shape of a model's body. I can even walk very comfortable on long and high heels for a long time without loosing my balance or feeling a sprain around my ankles.

All eyes were on her as she walked with so much confidence to where Audrey was standing and the girl was mesmerized, models were actually more than she could ever think. “Did you see that?” The confidence on Melissa’s face was out of this world. “Yes I did, it’s just so hard to walk in these” Mellisa giggled, “those are nine inches heels my darling, I have sixteen inches on my legs. Who do you think carries the most weight?” Audrey was silent, she totally understood what the supermodel was trying to say.

He broke a promise, something he rarely does and when I add it on top of the shit few months we have been having together, it feels bigger than life. I tuck and pleat in the waist of the next model; she’s a huge six foot in heels and crazily thin with almost milk white skin and I kind of wonder at the beauty industry standard of model. To me she is skeletal and pale and not all that beautiful; too many harsh bones sticking out and my clothes would look a hell of a lot better on some real curves and real women. I never made them to hang on corpses.