Jjk Feet Novels & Stories

Keeva’s POV The red bottom heels feel ridiculous on my feet. I have never worn heels before and I would never wear ones these high. I feel like I’m walking on stilts. ‘Fuck!’ I stumble and twist my ankle. Jonas outright laughs and Alpha Channon tires his best to suppress his laughter, in an attempt not to make me feel even more embarrassed. ‘Maybe a training heel would be better?’ The stick thin, snooty personal shopper asks whilst rolling her eyes. He looks lustily at Channon and Jonas with no effort whatsoever to hide her want for them. ‘How about a nice kitten heel, elegant and you won’t break your neck if you fall off them.’ A nice young man with come into the room with a flamboyant entr

This pair of shoes could make the wearer's legs look long and slender. However, this was precisely the heartache of the rich girl Betty, who was not even 1.6 meters tall but had size 41 feet, which made her extremely self-conscious. Before the shoemaker retired, Betty begged her father Mr. John to make four pairs of shoes for her, claiming that these were the last creations of the shoemaker.

It felt like heaven. “Turn around, baby.” Jessica turned to face the alpha fully. She settled on the opposite side as the alpha began to work on her feet. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when the alpha massaged her feet, only to shoot open when she felt the soft press of his lips in the middle of her feet. She grinned. “What are you doing?” “Your feet are cute,” Kai said, playing with her toes. The omega giggled again. “You’re weird.”

Let me introduce you to Jack. Jack was across the room sketching on a sketch pad. Jack was a tall man of at least six feet. He seemed to tower over my little five foot two Tabi. He had visible tattoos. He seemed gentle and had a genuine looking smile. I noticed when he offered Tabi a hand shake that her hand basically fit within his palm.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

My shoulders dropped from exhaustion. “It’s been a very long day.” I practically collapsed onto the couch. “Oh, God.” I kicked off my heels and stretched my legs. “My feet are officially dead.” July laughed. “You’ve never been a heels girlie. Maybe you should start wearing flats sometimes.” “Nah.” June immediately disagreed. “It won’t fit the personal assistant aesthetic.” She pointed at me.“Heels make you look smart and elegant.” “So she’s supposed to keep hurting her feet?” July raised a brow.

Her black hair was silky and about as straight as mine, so she knew how to make it submit. “I think we’re ready.” She picked up her phone and hit a few keys before throwing it down on the bed. A couch lined the wall under the window, and I sat there as I slipped on my black platform shooties—a combo of heeled sandals and booties. As I stood, I was suddenly four inches taller. “I wish I was this tall all the time,” I lamented. Jenna quirked a brow, her own four-inch heels still keeping her an inch shorter than me. “And you could be if you wore those every day.”

We invited Jessica to stay with us for the week, and when she arrived, I had no idea what I was dealing with. Jessica strolled into the apartment like a supermodel down a runway. She had just turned eighteen. She was taller than her sister, and her legs seemed to go on forever. Her smooth milky skin shimmered under the lights, and her black satin skirt was so short I could barely see the turquoise panties she wore underneath. Her dress was tight around her narrow hips and lay just below her navel, pierced with a dangling jeweled barbell.

"You rich people think you can buy everything don't you?" She shrugged, "Everyone's got their price, you just name yours." "Yes you're right, I do have a price, and my price is Rory but sadly, even you can't afford that can you?" I glare at the woman whose presence was beginning to resent coldly before walking out of the room. Flashback ends~ My door opens and the three J's entered, and although there are not all competing today they all looked to be prepared. Jack look super ready and prepared in his sport shorts and shirt and his blue Beck sports shoes, he's also sweating and I figure it's probably because he has been running.