Kaki Terasa Ringan Dan Melayang Novels & Stories

“Remember back in uni when you got wasted and barfed all over yourself, and I had to scrub you clean? Saw every damn thing that night, so this? Ain’t no big deal, chill!” “Crazy bitch,” i muttered, giggling. She slid the lace up my legs, her hands quick and unapologetic. The fabric felt heavy, odd… when do rhinestones become this heavy? “Vicky, why’s this feel so heavy? Is it padded or something?” I asked, furrowing my brows as I tried to adjust myself. She froze for a split second, then laughed out loud in a very awkward manner. “Oh, yeah, girl, it’s, uh, padded! Fancy designer shit, y’know?”

Touch and hold them. “Where did the time go?” I rasp, my emotions seeping into my voice. The air rushes into my lungs as we step out. Cold. Ash. I breathe in and slowly exhale. With each step down the stairs, my legs tremble, the straps of my sandals bite into my swollen feet. Painfully tickling. I rest my hand on my lower back, moving my legs a little at a time. I’m suddenly irritated by the fabric of my joggers clinging to my legs when all I want is some cool breeze.

"If I lift my feet, I'll sink to the bottom." "You won't sink. I have you," Kane urged, his fingers tightening against my wet skin. "Just lift them slowly. Trust my hands." I let out a shaky breath, my eyes locking onto his dark, fierce gaze. Slowly, I lifted my feet off the sandy bottom. My bare body instantly floated to the top of the water. I let out a loud, high-pitched gasp. "Oh god! I'm floating! Kane, don't let go! Please!"

Each step would surely leave a trail of enchantment, with the tiny sparkles embedded in the material twinkling with every movement. As I reached out to pick one up, the material felt smooth and luxurious under my fingertips. The craftsmanship was evident in every detail, from the precise stitching along the edges to the sturdy yet slender heel that tapered elegantly towards the ground. Despite their delicate appearance, they exuded a sense of durability, promising to support me effortlessly through any occasion. Slipping my feet into them, I felt an instant sense of ease. The fit was perfect, snug yet not restrictive, as if they were made specifically for me. The cushioned sole provided a co

A lіttlе ѕhіmmу hаѕ thеm ѕlіdіng tо thе flооr and I step gingerly out оf thе ріlе оf material. I tilt my hір a little аnd see hіѕ еуеѕ flick dоwn to the triangle оf mаtеrіаl covering mу рuѕѕу. I’m wеаrіng a blасk G-string that I knоw hе wаntѕ tо ѕее оn the flооr. I dесіdе to ѕtrеtсh оut thе tоrturе a lіttlе.

However, the mood here is different than that, it is comforting and warm instead of scary and angry. I know I’m not standing on anything. I can’t see my feet, but I sense no pressure of gravity or ground beneath my soles. I feel like I’m suspended in the air; not falling or flying, more like floating. I have a slight breeze on my face, like I am slowly moving forward but I also feel like I’m standing completely still. Everything feels wrong, yet right. It is an odd environment I find myself in.

“Let your legs come up naturally.” Swallowing my fear, I did as he said, leaning back until I was half-reclined in his arms. To my surprise, I felt myself becoming buoyant, my legs floating up toward the surface of the water. “That’s it,” Isaac encouraged. “You’re doing great.” The sensation was strange but not unpleasant. I felt weightless, my pregnant belly no longer a burden on my lower back. It was actually a great relief, and I couldn’t help but let out a loud sigh like a cow.

But I decided to go for them. They had an ankle strap which was of leather and black suede just like the rest of the heel. I stood up, suddenly so tall with my legs exposed. I tried walking and they were not so bad; they were actually comfortable. My body turned, tucking my hair behind my ears with nothing left to put on.

It dances with the light and complements my skin tone flawlessly, making me feel both elegant and daring. With a mischievous smile, I pair it with a flirty jean skirt that clings to my curves in all the right places. The way it accentuates my figure leaves little to the imagination, and I can’t help but feel a surge of confidence. I slip into sleek black sandal heels, their delicate straps wrapping around my ankles like a second skin, adding a touch of sophistication and elongating my legs.

Year of the Lilies Torrid Season The River Kintil •Mavli• SOAKED TO THE SKIN, I run as fast as my legs can carry me. My dress clings to me like a second skin and I feel my dripping hair stick to my forehead, cheeks and nape.