Kiss My Foot 2 Novels & Stories

So we did the only thing we could. We made rules. Well, he made the rules and then delivered them in a deep, captain like voice to me. Rule Number One…there had to be a strip of blue tape down the middle of the suite because he didn’t want me crossing his boundaries. I was more than happy with that. I wanted my boundaries too. Rule number two was just ridiculous. There were no headphones in after ten p.m. I nodded, but deep down, I knew this was one rule I would definitely be breaking.

Jackson moves his eyes to mine, perfectly serious as he grabs my other ankle, making me grin at the satisfying smack his palm makes against my skin before he bends my leg at the knee, lifting my foot higher. “You have the world’s most perfect feet, Ariel,” he says, like it makes him kind of mad that I even wear shoes at all. “The idea that you could improve them by shoving them into some stupid shoe…” I grin at him, laughing a little, but he just shakes his head at me – still dead serious – before he unbuckles the second shoe, slips it off, and then dips his head slightly and presses a kiss to the arch of my foot. I gasp a little at that – at the feel of his soft lips against my ticklish ski

he replied again. Kim looked even more upset. His forefinger finally lowered, but he still maintained his fierce gaze on Ronald. Kim's honey-brown irises were slowly sinking into Ronald's jet-black irises. The previously laughable atmosphere before suddenly turned intense. Neither Kim nor Ronald took their eyes off from each other. Kim didn't know what Ronald was thinking though, nor did Ronald know what Kim was thinking about. And then, Kim started to say, "Hey, Ronald. Would you kiss me?" ***

Heat arising in the area where he has kissed her on her feet. What you're doing to me???

Then my lips met the curve of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, and for a second — just a second — she melted. I could feel her body war with itself. A small, involuntary moan escaped her lips. My hands moved higher, instinctively following the path I’d imagined in so many reckless, sleepless nights. I was about to reach further when pain exploded in my foot. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, stepping back, grasping my now throbbing foot. Jesus Christ, she'd kicked me with what had to be 8-inch heels. "Oh no! Are you okay? You know how clumsy I am, I'm so, so sorry," she said, her face an impossible mix of concern and sheer deviltry.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

I pout and Patrick laughs. He kneels down and grabs my right foot. He kisses my toes and licks my instep, then strokes the bottom of my foot with the tips of his fingers, tickling me. He wraps the silver anklet around my ankle and kisses the skin just above it. My toes get stiff, I can't help it. I moan and arch my back,moving my ankle making the tiny bells jingle. —You definitely have a fetish with women's feet.- I comment. He throws himself on me and kisses me. He kisses me like he's thirsty and I'm the only container of water for miles.

She was crying now, trying to hide it. I kissed her. “I love you,” I said. “Then come back to me,” she said, voice cracking. I turned and walked into the cold morning air. Every step felt heavier than the last. The train station was at the edge of the village. It looked like both freedom and danger. I didn’t look back. Five hours later, the train pulled in with a loud hiss and the sound of steam. I stepped out onto the platform and looked up. There it was.

"Kiss my foot, and I'll talk to Sophia about dropping the charges." Agnes stared at my offered foot, humiliation and dread warring on her face. She seemed to be thinking about it still. Not desperate enough, eh? “You don't want to?” I said, withdrawing my foot when she suddenly crouched on the ground. I smirked. Finally, she knelt, pressing her lips to my shoe. The act was brief, but it must have felt like an eternity to her.b I stopped the video recording as I laughed, the sound echoing off the cell walls. "Pathetic."