Foot Lick Story Novels & Stories

Peter says, Lillie was always stubborn, she won't allow anyone to get near her when in pain, not even the doctor. "I have to check to be able to help you," I try to explain to her, but it's Lillie, ten minutes of screaming, two slaps to the bum later, and we finally managed to get her checked up. "She got tummy worm," I say, it's a puppy sickness, no matter how old she likes to claim to be, she's a puppy. "Nu-uh, me big girl, that's a baby sickness!" Lillie objects right away, but she's less than a hundred years old, wolves only count as adults after they pass the one hundred and twenty mark.

I had to keep reminding myself this was my fault and not Lily or Rick’s. As I finally hear footsteps coming up the stairs, I stand up waiting for the door to open. I hear Lily laughing as she and Rick walk in, Rick telling her some story that has her in stiches. As they walk in, Lily turns to Rick, “Thank you Rick. This is the best night I have had in a long time, and for a first night at the Black Shadow Pack, it turned out alright,” she concludes.

With teary eyes I shook my head " I think I twist my feet " " Let me check " he tried to touch my feet . " No… don't " I yell in fear . He looked up " don't worry I know what I am doing " his soulful gaze made me believe his words . Nodding my head giving permission . Softly he touched my feet . I close my tear filled eyes Slowly he pressed my feet trying to check something " don't worry it's not fractured " he informed like an expert . " I used to play football , I am used to this type of situation " he answered my unasked question.

of the horses, an action that moved Dish Boggett to scorn. “Half the remuda will run off once they see him flop that lip,” he said. Augustus was inspecting the feet of his main horse, a large buckskin he called old Malaria, not a graceful mount but a reliable one. “It might surprise you, Dish,” he said, “but Lippy was once a considerable hand. I wouldn’t talk if I were you. You may end up with a hole in your own stomach and have to play whorehouse piano for a living.” “If I do I’ll starve,” Dish said. “I never had the opportunity of piano lessons.” Once it was clear he was not going to be constantly affronted by the sight of Jake and Lorena, Dish’s mood improved a little. Since they were tr

“Then it is officially a play dress now.” She considered that, then nodded solemnly. “That makes sense.” I sat with them for a while longer, listening to their stories, about lessons, about shifting mishaps, and about who was fastest and who cheated during races. One little girl proudly told me she had shifted her claws for the first time last week and scratched a table leg by accident. “My mother was not happy,” she said. “I imagine the table was even less happy,” I replied. And they all broke into laughter, including me who found them all very cute.

My finger ran across the blade, instantly cutting me. “Ouch,” I whispered. Of course, Fluffy came in, sniffing and whimpering, to come into the pool. “I’m fine, just a cut,” acting like he understood me. Creed must keep his beard trimmed with these. All five were lined up in perfect rows. If he could do his beard, maybe I could do my legs?

He did not look up when she approached. “You’re the traveler,” he said quietly. “Yes.” “They say you let children speak in your home.” Lily crouched beside him. “They speak here too,” she said gently. “Not when council decides,” he replied. His voice held no anger. Just recognition. She chose her words carefully. “What did you see in the reeds?” He hesitated. “A fox,” he said. “It had a broken paw.” Lily’s chest tightened. “And?” “I wanted to see if it would survive.”

He said, giving me a come-hither motion with his middle and pointer fingers. I turned to face him and scooted close enough to put my injured leg towards him. I watched him lay down on his stomach in front of me and hold onto my leg. I held onto the sheets, becoming nervous. I had no idea what he was about to do. He lowered his mouth to the wound and started to gently lick the split flesh. I winced each time he made contact with the cut. “Ugh! Ouch! Lio what are you doing!?” I asked, sounding slightly disgusted.

This was the dance I’d practiced since I could remember, a dance that was part of my very bones. Lily clumsily tried to copy me. But she clearly had zero dance training. Her movements were stiff and ridiculous, she kept messing up, completely ruining the feel of the dance. What was worse, during one turn where we passed each other, she "accidentally" stuck her foot out, and the sharp heel of her high-heeled shoe stomped down hard on the top of my foot!

Not only did I lose four rounds of skee ball, but I'm on my third attempt on the frog toss and haven't hit a lily pad yet. Scott takes the long legged frog and places him on the small pad in front of me. "Not so hard this time, but hard enough to make it to the pool." "Again, so helpful." I flick my hair behind me and give the pad a quick hit. The frog sails through the air and lands smacking a rotating lily pad. Two of his legs fall over the side, but his base remains out of the water. Damn, I guess his mansplaining helped.