Foot Lick Story Novels & Stories

Lily jokingly said when the woman shook her head in refusal. “You can see ghost. I am a ghost,” the woman proclaimed. Lily knitted her brows and started laughing. Holding her stomach Lily said, “Look, this prank was not good at all. I am Done. You can use the water.” Saying this Lily stepped ahead when her eyes fell on the women’s feet. They were covered in blood and it was clotted.

"What did you do?" Suddenly the mommy gasped in shock and pulled her hand away. Lily gasped and turned to Keenan who was now walking towards them. "My foot is blistered, Keenan. So mommy put some ointment on it to make it better," whimpered Lily who was also horrified to see her husband's fierce face. "Yes, Keenan. I just want to help your wife." Keenan nodded quickly. Realizing that he had misunderstood. Afterward, Mommy continued applying the ointment on Lily's other leg.

Anger and frustration made me hasten my steps. "Fuck you ves...aahh." Sharp pain tore through my leg, and I lost my footing, collapsing on the floor. "Fuck!" I gripped my foot to examine the cause of my excruciating pain. A nail-like object, one so long it's pierced through my sneakers and into my feet. I tried pulling it out, but the pain wasn't worth it. However, when I heard the distant howl of a wolf, I decided I had to. It's either I get ripped apart by a wolf, or I pull out the rusted nail from my feet.

His hips muscles were so tight indicating his self-control where he just wanted to smack his hips fast. Win was happy. So much happy that his lips stretched into a bright grin. Bright was happy too. He was rolling his hips slow and steady as he lifted one of Win's legs and licked his skin ending on his foot. He himself didnt know he had a foot fetish. He was licking and sucking Win's foot with gusto. Win was giggling by now. It was ticklish. Bright turned to Win and his eyes turned warm. Putting both his legs on his shoulders he bend on Win.

Lucas announced for the fifteenth time that morning, bouncing on the balls of his feet beside the couch with the kind of manic energy only a five-year-old could maintain, I was feeling envious of his two working ankles at the moment. "Papa said that licking makes things heal faster! Wolves do it all the time!" "Absolutely not," I said firmly, pulling my injured foot away from his reaching hands, drawing the line at that. "Lucas, we've talked about this. Humans don't lick injuries. That's unsanitary." "But Papa said—" "Papa was telling you stories about wolves," I interrupted, shooting a glare toward Damon, who was working on his laptop in the armchair across from me, his expression far too i

“Excuse me, what?” “It was a ritual,” I explain with a shrug. “Not pleasant, but… memorable.” Lily leans closer. “Did it work?” “Define ‘work,’” I say dryly, and the whole table bursts out laughing again. Plates are refilled, and the afternoon sun filters golden through the leaves. Kostas tells a long, exaggerated story about the time he tried to impress a girl by climbing onto a horse bareback and ended up in the mud. “She didn’t even laugh,” he says mournfully. “She just walked away.”

On my side, I find it strangely funny—maybe because she does, as well. I am about to ask her something when I hear a fluffy sound, and turning to my behind, I scream at the closeness of the animal next to my feet. Its agility is one that my unconscious senses find alluring and impressive, but because of my own fast and involuntary act, my legs kick it in the stomach, sending it off onto the harsh and icy stony grounds. "Oh-mi-gosh..." I say it with a squeal. Luna Daciana smiles and heads over to where the animal had been kicked. It is an Arctic hare, and she carried it in her arms.

"I said my foot, and lick the entire thing, up and down like a dog." Mark started to say something, but leaned forward and putting his tongue on the heel of my foot licked all the way up to the tip of my big toe. I let out a sharp hiss as I could feel the moisture flowing through my pussy. Mark slid his tongue back down then up again first slowly then he started picking up speed. I watched with my pussy dripping as my brother rapidly licked the bottom of my foot up and down. Each time he got to the top he would suck one of my toes into his mouth then go to the next one. When he had done all my toes I told him to go to the next foot.

He asked grabbing my ankle as I tried to kick him. "No, I was nice to come down here and you were being mean." I retorted, breathing heavily as I stared up from where I was flat on the floor. "Shame, that was your choice to come." He replied coldly, his eyes flicking to my foot. "Tell me, little storm, are you tickly on your feet?" "No, nope, not at all." I lied, my heart thudding as he bought my foot up. Oh, goddess no. I dared not yank out of his hold, knowing he would realise I'm ticklish.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "Tell me a story," she sobbed into his tunic. "Make me laugh. Make the voices stop." Finn held her. He rocked her back and forth, like a child. "Once..." Finn whispered, his voice shaking. "Once, the little rabbit tried to jump over the moon. He missed. He fell into a pond." Miya let out a wet laugh. "Did he drown?" "No," Finn said softly, stroking her hair. "The frogs saved him. They made him a lily-pad boat."