Kiss My Foot 2 Novels & Stories

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C

"Take off my shoes for me." I gripped her ankle and kissed the side of her foot. My free hand brushed up the back of her leg until I reached her warmth. A groan left me as I slipped my fingers into her panties and parted her sweet folds, fingering her tight entrance as she whimpered and trembled beneath me.

He looked up at me as if asking for permission—not with words, but with eyes that burned with something primal. I looked away and lifted my legs so he could slide them off. He took his time. The fabric skimmed down my thighs, over my knees, and past my ankles. And then, like worship, he kissed the top of my foot. Then he kissed my ankle. Then the inside of my calf. Higher. The curve of my knee. Higher. My inner thigh. Every kiss was torture to my skin. I hated the way it felt. Does he have a foot fetish or what?

His fingers were digging in my waist and I arched my back. His lips moved down to kiss my neck, my shoulders, sucking my collarbone. I bit my lower lip hard to keep myself from making any kind of noise. And like always, his teeth sunk inside my skin, not hard enough to make me hurt, but hard enough to pull me out of my trance, and a moan left my lips. "That's like my girl." He said, smiling at me, kneeling down in front of me, unbuckling my heels. I blinked my eyes in surprise when he kissed my right foot.

please before you go can you please massage my left foot for me I think I strained it " yeah she wants to kill me. "Uhmm okay " my breathing changes as I break out a sweat silently praying for anything that gets me out of this ,she puts her left foot up the room is dark with only the TV light but I can see her pretty flower glistening is she wet ? No don't go there I take her foot I gently give her a foot massage " Oh Travis that feels so good " she practically moans my name.

I sat at the edge of the bed and looked down at my heels. “Take them off.” He didn’t move. I looked up at him, “Are you going to disobey me?” His lips parted like he wanted to argue but then, he crossed the room and lowered himself to his knees in front of me. The first shoe came off, his large hands cradling my ankle. The second followed, slower. His fingertips traced the arch of my foot, thumb pressing gently into the ball of it. Then he did something I didn’t expect. He lifted my right foot and kissed it and then he did the same to the other.

He grabbed my foot and what he did next, left me both stunned and aroused at the same time. I watched him pull my foot to his face. Gently, he placed kisses on the sole of my foot. My breath hitched at the feeling. He grabbed my other foot and did the same with that as well. I almost lost my breath when he took my big toe on his mouth. “What are you doing? It's my feet.” I tried to argue with him. But I couldn't say I didn't like that feeling in my abdomen whenever his tongue rolled around my toe. Smirking, he pulled my toe out of his mouth.

I pushed my head back, struggling to keep the moan in my lips, but I remember he said something about this place being soundproofed. “Um…” I bit down on my lips, my eyes returning to Christian, who resembled a dog, unable to spit out my toes from his mouth. “Yes, you’re quite good. I could reward you.” I pulled my feet out of his mouth, feeling a little bad for him. But he kissed my feet, kissed them towards my ankle, my shin, and then trailed them up towards my thighs. And I felt my legs spreading on their own. Fuck… does he want to

I spread my legs wide and the cool air tickled my inner thigh and exposed sex. Noting the place in where my stilettos sat, Chance’s head turned to the left and I knew he was aware of what I was doing. He couldn’t see me, but he knew what was happening. I lifted my right foot and pressed my stilettos onto his back. I pushed it down into his flesh and he groaned when I twisted it. Lifting my left foot, I offered it to him. He kept his eyes downcast and I hummed. Leaning forward, I dug deeper into his back as he pressed his lips to my red painted toes. He lifted his head and continued pressing kisses to each one before he pressed his forehead to the top of my foot.

I slide one sexy stiletto off and languidly caress and massage her foot. Moving to the other foot, I repeat my ministrations. My fingers press into her muscles and tendons. I kiss and stroke her arches, her ankles and toes. “Mmmm,” she murmurs, enjoying my attentions. “I’m going to bite and lick and kiss every inch of your body,” I say. “Then I’m going to go back and do it all over again.” “Oh my God.” She chokes out a peculiar noise that’s something between a gasp and a giggle. I just have to snicker. How does she do it? No matter what’s happening, the irreverent little goofball can always make me laugh.