Kendra Middleton Feet Novels & Stories

Her heart literally ached with confusion and shock. Rupert not only towered over Kendra, but he had double the strength. When he slammed her onto her back, her head hit the hard-packed dirt floor with such force that she was temporarily witless. With Kendra’s defenses removed and his aunt and cousin taken unawares and in shock like they were, he was accomplishing his mission in record time.

She knew this was a very sensitive issue for her friend; being impotent and incapable of falling in love. They had been friends since childhood, she and Killian. Kendra remembered that day very well. She had just moved into the pack with her parents, and was starting third grade at Silver Crest Elementary. A couple of boys had crowded around her, mocking her dark, creamy chocolate skin color. Kendra had bawled her heart out that day, and to be honest if you asked her what her greatest regret to this day was, she’d tell you it was not standing up for herself back then.

Kendra Millar With a mop of curly blonde locks and captivating blue eyes, Kendra was an enigma. Energetic, fun, caring and completely crazy, she was like the wind, wild and free. But no matter how much I tried to understand her, the more mysteries I dig up. One thing I know for sure, Kendra Millar is no ordinary woman. She’d made me experience passion like never before and with her, it felt like anything was possible.

I recognized the young man who had been with Preston at the boxing match standing outside on his phone. “Hi,” I called out to him as I approached. He looked up from his phone with a smile, his blue eyes inspecting me. “Can I help you?” “Is Preston working today?” He smirked. “I knew I recognized you. You work at Kiki’s.” “Yeah,” I nodded my head and extended my hand. “I’m Kendra Edwards.” “Aaron Rintman,” he said a bit too excitedly as he shook my hand. “It’s a pleasure.”

Kendra's POV.. The cool breeze from the winter morning came across my face, as I stood looking down the slope in front of me. I had done this thousands of times before with my family, but for some reason, my heart was racing a thousand miles a minute right now. "What's wrong Kendra? You act as if you have never done this before." Bree's voice was next to me and her arm wrapped around my shoulders. It was amazing how different we were for sisters. Bree had taken after our father more. She was about five foot, ten, with ice blue eyes and a killer body. I on the other hand really didn’t look like either of my parents. The only thing that I had that was similar to anyone was my hair. Before I dy

“Babe, you’ve been carrying the world on your back for years. It’s okay to feel good for once. Just… be careful with Adrian. Guys like him can consume you.” I nodded, but my mind was already drifting again — remembering the way Adrian had looked at me while I rode him, the way his hands had gripped my ass, the deep groan he made when he came inside me. “What about you?” I asked, turning the spotlight on her. “You’ve been glowing too. Anything new?” Kendra’s smirk returned, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes — hesitation mixed with excitement. “Let’s just say… I’ve been playing with fire. Two different kinds.”

Kendra leaned against the heavy bedpost, her eyes narrowing until they were just thin slits of emerald green. "You’re very polite. It’s almost boring. Can you physically defend yourself if you have to?"

Tight jeans, a cropped red top that hugged her breasts like a second skin, and a sheer lacy bra beneath that might as well have been see-through under the hallway light. It was wrong. She knew it. But nothing in her life had ever felt this good. She rang the bell. Dana opened the door, radiant and composed in a black cocktail dress. “You’re a lifesaver again, Kendra. Emma hasn’t stopped talking about you. She even drew you a picture.” Kendra smiled tightly, already feeling sweat gather between her thighs. Where was Colton? “Oh—before I forget,” Dana added, reaching for her handbag. “You left these here last time.”

"That place is full of women like her. Most of them were abandoned young. As they grew up, they grew desperate to climb the ladder. So, they're willing to do anything for money. She added, "I've got a black belt in martial arts and won weightlifting competitions too, but not by choice. I was forced into it. Back then, I was scared… scared they'd come after me. Like you said, maybe that building has something in it that means bad luck to me, too." I was caught off guard. I hadn't expected her story to mirror mine so closely. Before I could thank her, she gave my shoulder another pat. "Those photos you have won't do a damn thing to him. But I can help."

While the two good friends were discussing what to do with the stocks in Manuel Ronaldo’s name, Kendra, Alexander’s girlfriend, was up in one room, calling a dear friend. Kendra was Alexander’s girlfriend of three years. She was a model and a jewelry entrepreneur with red hair and a slender body. Taking part in Carlos’ occasional celebration party, she became acquainted with Hailey Mckenzie, and that was how they became good friends. “Pick up! Pick up!” Kendra said. “Hello,” she heard Hailey on the other line. “Gosh, Hailey! What took you so long to answer!” Kendra sought. “I’ve been calling for ages!”