Head Over Heels Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Bold, sophisticated, and ready to take on the charity gala. I slipped my feet into the designer black stiletto heels, feeling the familiar surge of confidence as the shoes transformed my posture. The sleek, pointed toes and delicate ankle straps added a touch of sophistication to my overall look. I stood up, my gaze drifting down to admire the way the heels elongated my legs, creating a stunning line from hip to toe.

My heel caught on something- maybe it was the edge of the floor but something had held my foot back. Before I could steady myself, I stumbled forward and with the wine bottles in my hand, I couldn't help myself. The bottles slipped and with a horrifying crash, they shattered on the ground. The noise sent a few glances my way, but I had expected that. But that wasn't what turned my head. What did was the groan that followed. I wasn't prepared in the slightest for what happened next.

He even remembered to remind me. He knew and remembered everything. And yet, he still cheated. His voice was hoarse while his breathing was ragged—like a dying fish gulping for air. A cold, sinking feeling spread through my body, like I'd fallen into an icy river. My limbs felt weak, and even my head felt unbearably heavy. Why would he send me a voice message while they were in bed? Did they get off on this? Without thinking, I called him. "Is there something wrong with the project?" I asked. "Or do your clients just not have wives and kids to go home to this late at night?"

“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.”

Heels approached, clinking against the tiled floor, but I paid no heed, my attention fixated on how to make the ache coursing through my skull subside. The hair on my skin rose as the heels came to a halt just in front of me. My lashes fluttered. I blinked, my eyes widening. She chuckled, arms crossed, her scent engulfing my senses. “Look who the Moon Goddess decided to shove my way,” she snarled. Shit! I hissed. Not now. Not here.

Her heel slipped on the edge of the stair. “Fedora!” he called. She gasped as she missed her steps while coming down the outside staircase. In a flash, Jason was sprinting. The world tilted. Stairs rushing by in a blur—until she landed with a breath-stealing thud… right on top of him.

I need to forget what happened tonight and this is the best way. We continue dancing and drinking for what feels like forever. It has basically been all 90′s hip hop and pop with a little country mixed in. We get lost in the music and are having such a good night. I don’t realize that the boys have returned until a slow song comes on and the girls let out a collective “Ahh man!” “I for one am so glad because my feet are killing me. Seriously, I hate heels. Why do you guys wear them all the damn time and on purpose?”

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.