Head Over Heels Novels & Stories

“Let’s go, before he somehow comes back early and destroys my plan.” I shake my head but follow behind her. There is an eager skip in her step as we walk out. “I’ve never seen you in heels, are you going to risk it?” she holds out two very long looking silver high heels and I immediately shake my head. I’m not about to break my neck walking in those death traps. She laughs, seeing the look of absolute horror on my face.

He cries out in encouragement, before lying back on the bed to relax. He looks hungry and watches me like a hawk. No doubt he probably wants to jump me right now, but as I hear a new song start, I remember a part of a movie I had watched. Walking out in my high heel, candy red stilettos, I stop and lower my head. My hair falls around my shoulders, until I whip it around and bring his attention to my eyes for a moment.

Hannah squealed with delight as her eyes welled up with tears. They held each other's hands tightly. "Come on, let's have a toast. To our never-ending friendship." Their glasses clinked and made a crisp sound. They smiled at each other. Then, they heard the sound of a pair of high heels approaching them. It was faint and delicate, but quick and impatient as if the owner of the heels held a grudge against the floor. It was ruthless, precise, and fast. The sound smashed into Jenna's eardrums as if the heels were stepping on her heart, which made her feel uncomfortable and disturbed.

Instead, because she had exerted all her strength, her entire body's center of gravity completely leaned forward and couldn't be pulled back. Just as she was startled, her thigh suddenly hurt, and the high heels kicked her thigh through the skirt. The heel hit her hard, causing Heidy to cry out in pain. Before she could react, she fell into the pool with a loud splash.

I tried to muster up some enthusiasm, but all the noise and chaos was making my head spin. As we wandered through the shoe department of a high-end department store, Clara grabbed a pair of sky-high heels and held them up to me. "Try these on!" she said, grinning. I hesitated. I wasn't used to wearing heels that high and was worried I would fall flat on my face. But Clara was insistent, so I slipped off my flats and gingerly slid my feet into the stilettos. As soon as I stood up, I realized my mistake. The heels were so high that I felt like I was walking on stilts. I took a few steps forward, wobbling precariously, before toppling over onto the plush carpet.

She partnered it with black heels that are 2-3 inches high. “Are you ready guys for our program? Good luck to those who are on this list because there are a lot of twists that are about to happen later” my friends’ eyes widened as they heard what the emcee said. “What is he talking about?” Caye asked annoyingly but no one answered.

Sit back there, then distribute the oil to all parts of the feet while massaging again so gently. "Maybe the pain in your feet is because you work while still wearing heels. It's a good idea, starting tomorrow, you just wear platshoes. Instead of continuing to hurt, it continues to swell like it is now." Mario could have spoken more carefully. From his eyes, he could see that the soles of Aurora's feet were a bit more swollen than usual. "Don't bother. I'm sure tomorrow it will be back to normal as before." Mario smiled and then nodded. After finishing the massage, the man got up, then moved to sit right at Aurora's bridle. This time he made another offer to his wife.

Never thought that getting rid of high heels can just be a piece of cake. Everybody, follow me! Let’s move our legs! All it takes is just to——kick once… kick twice... and kick thrice! Just when the shoe slips off my leg and flies into the air, I put up a pleasure and excited smile. While just when I see it flying towards Jamie’s direction, my smile gradually turns upside down. Before I could have the time to pray for it to drop right behind Jamie, the shoe drops into his ristretto and hangs by the edge of the cup by its tall thin heel.

“Three is too much. People are going to see.” “Nobody is looking at your skirt,” he mutters, tugging both nipples at once until I have to press my lips together or moan. “They’re looking at the slide. Your cunt is looking at my cock. Feel how wet you got when he said milk. That is you. That drip on my jeans is you. Get yourself open. Hale is about to tell them what happens when the head first goes in and I want you ready.” Hale does not stop. “When she is that wet the first push is filthy. The head parts her. She feels the stretch and she still pushes back onto it because her hips already decided.”

THE GRIND {Playlist Suggestion: "Work Song" by Hozier / "Gasoline" by Halsey} ~CHELSEA POV~ My feet were bleeding. Okay, maybe not actually bleeding, but it definitely felt like my toes had been put through a meat grinder. I had been in these stupid, mandatory black heels for eight hours straight, walking the concrete floors of The Mirage, dodging grabby hands, checking empty glasses, and fake-smiling until the muscles in my face twitched.