Kaki Terasa Ringan Dan Melayang Novels & Stories

He smiles and caresses my face. — You know I can't leave now, don't you? — he asks, nodding his head in the affirmative. — Okay, I can wait, we're not going anywhere! [...] I feel strange... Floating. As if I had no weight, or I was the wind itself. Everything is dark, my eyelids feel heavy. But there was peace... An incredible feeling of lightness.

She should have been anxious, but the sound soothed her, like a lullaby for the mind. “You think that’s peaceful?” ReNew’s voice carried a teasing lilt. “Try this. Take off your shoes. Run your toes through the grass.” She hesitated, then obeyed. The moment her bare feet touched the ground, a sensation like rippling warmth surged up her legs. The grass was unlike any she had known—soft like velvet, yet firm enough to support her weight. It gave slightly beneath her feet before springing back. “That’s… weird,” she murmured. “But it feels so good.”

"Where are you going?" whispered Sebastian, appearing from behind. Tera assessed her appearance in the mirror carefully. Today, she was wearing a tight knee-length pencil skirt and a light brown silk shirt, a color that gave a nude impression to Tera's overall look. Tera's skin and the color of the silk shirt were almost the same, if it weren't for the black tight span skirt that she paired with it, which cinched at her waist. The span skirt was made of a tight rubber material that accentuated Tera's captivating hourglass figure. It showcased her small waist and flat stomach, then curved down over her hips and large behind, ending at Tera's knees that were pressed together. Tera truly looked

Along with all the other important arteries such an unassuming blade could easily reach. This was better than she had expected. While it was still cumbersome and felt strange on her body—did silk normally feel like this? So slippery smooth and wrong, like it would slide right off her body if she didn’t hold it up—at least she could move her legs more freely than she had assumed. There was some kind of fashion trend going on with restrictive skirts that squeezed the thighs to show them off; good thing Letti had known better than to pick something like that for her. Still, Anzi couldn’t bear to see the look on her face when she saw her wearing this. That would be the most bitter I told you so

“Slow and steady.” I obeyed, and with each exhale, Jennifer adjusted the ropes, lifting me inch by inch from the mat. My toes brushed the floor, then hovered just above it. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt — weightless and bound at once, like my body had surrendered gravity but not control. “How does it feel?” Jennifer asked, her hands steadying me as I found my balance in the air. “Like…” I searched for the word, “floating… but anchored.”

Today feels like it deserves slow movements. When I'm finally done, I dry myself and dress for the day. I pull on a maxi denim skirt that hugs my waist tightly and then flows freely from my hips downward. I love the feeling of the fabric around my legs soft, cool, and swishy when I move. It stops at my ankles, showing off my polished toenails when I slip into my white Hermès pam slippers. They feel soft and perfect, like clouds under my feet.

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.

Everything looked familiar, but somehow strange, and not even the moonlight gave me a clue where I was going. “Mate” My Wolf whispered, urging me forward. My feet took control before I knew exactly what was going on, and I started walking forward. At first, my feet felt heavy as if they were lead weights. Then they became lighter as if they were dancing on air, making me feel as light as a feather as well. It felt good, liberating actually.

She says, side glancing at Jason. Jason's foot was slowly tracing her legs until she felt it teasingly riding up. Her trousers were of silky material that was really flowy and comfortable, easily sliding. When she felt the fabric of her trousers riding up as his foot reached closer and closer to her knees, her heartbeat began to race abnormally. Her knees were feeling weak, sparks erupting under her skin.

The sight looked so sexy, and as she loosened up, I moved onto one thumb. Kiara used her hand to put Keds inside of her pussy, and I could feel his dick moving inside of her. There was this thick membrane between my hole and his, but I could feel everything. Her pussy had small ridges and felt more rough than her ass, which was tight, smooth, and slippery.