Footjob Novels & Stories

"No offense, but I'd rather take my car. You guys probably smell really bad right now, making my car seem really clean." Connor laughed, shaking his head. "No offense taken. You know where the bowling alley is, right?" I nodded my head in response, and then we were off. I parked besides Connor, and we all met up inside. We all chipped in to pay for a few games and then got our shoes. Connor moved to stand next to me, "Here's an opportunity to learn something weird about you. Your shoe size. I'm going to guess a 7?" I laughed, shaking my head. "Nope, I'm actually a 9. I got big feet."

I just stomped my feet in annoyance and caught up with him. 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

A footwear with the most absurd name of booty hugged her small feet. Sophia was relaxed in a crimson dress. It wrapped around her and exposed her sides with nothing but mesh. If she moved a certain way, all would be advertised to the world. The stilettos were black and higher than ours. It was a miracle she could walk with ease. It took me lengths of time to walk in mine. Even now, if I didn’t mind, I would fall flat on my face.

I can’t really expect myself to beat a professional assassin give or take. I groaned when I felt both of my feet stings from the murky solution. I don’t know why every single time I entered The Flesh, my boots or shoes would disappear like the gust of wind. I would only relive that encasing sensation on my feet when I left this membraneous region.

She was laying in bed and looked even bigger then she did a few months back. Lorenzo smiled and sat down on the bed grabbing her foot. "I'll give you a foot massage." Bonnie blushed and tried to move her foot away but Lorenzo gripped onto it, chuckling. "You really don't have to." She muttered. "I want to." Lorenzo said and placed a soft kiss on her foot. "Just lay back and relax and I'll take care of you." Bonnie only smiled and laid back and enjoyed the massage she was getting. ***

I felt rejuvenated. Then my Father's words clicked at the back of my head "There's still hope" The people that were with me in the room stood up and moved towards the light. I followed treading carefully in their midst. My left leg moved slowly towards my right leg as I walked bare on the naked floor. Gone was my bata my pair of shoes my father had woven with the palm fronds. I can't seem to remember or trace a moment it got lost. Staring at my feet, I noticed others too. Blizzard on their feet leaving red gaits on the floor. The person at my front was limping. I think an inclusion had dented the sole of his leg. I moved to his side and examined his face. His eyes winced on every step he too

My feet began to get sore from all the running. I could hear the deafening sound of the crickets and the cracks of the twigs under my bare feet. Enveloped in fear, I tried my best to speed up even when my legs were shaking. I muttered a curse underneath my breath when my left foot hit a rock; then came stumbling down the cold, wet pool of water. Great!

He is the one who kicked me out, and he is the one who wants me back. My feet flex, my toes reaching for the ground seconds before my bare soles touch the cracked, charred ground 100 ft from the gate. My toes make contact first, absorbing my landing before my feet flatten against the ground. The heat beneath my feet should burn my flesh, but I'm unbothered by it, standing tall in nothing but a white T-shirt and gray sweatpants, staring straight ahead into the houndmaster's burning eyes.

Well maybe if we had some form of vehicle that could get us to the end, it would be better. He couldn't even shift because this place was too small for a wolf not to speak of a vehicle.. “Then we need to get moving.” “But your feet-” I knew that they were going to hurt like a bitch as soon as I put my shoes back on and started walking but we were still on a mission. “Forget it. I'll lay off the shoes for a while and then wear them later when the swelling has reduced.” He didn't seem to like that idea and he just stood there looking at me before he started digging into the bag.

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she replied, "You'd be surprised, Alicia. Footwork is just as crucial in football as it is in flanking cattle. It's all about balance and precision." With that, Alexandra took Alicia through a series of steps, demonstrating how the movements in football could indeed translate to the ranch. She showed her how to position her feet, maintain a strong base, and use her body weight to control the cows. Alicia struggled at first, her movements clumsy and hesitant, but with Alexandra's patient guidance, she gradually began to find her rhythm.