Kourtney Kardashian Feet Novels & Stories

I asked but didn't wait for her to answer, I took her to the dance floor and left her in front of me before taking her hip and moving it next to mine. "Did you go crazy?" she whispered, looking to the sides. “I just want George to see me. He danced with me even if I didn't want to. She brought one of her hands to my back and we moved our hips to the slow music. She was watching me and I avoided meeting her eyes. Little by little we were attracting attention, I felt several glances on us. She was beautiful, she had a blue dress fitted to her waist and chest, highlighting her perfect Kardashian curves. Her hair is in a ponytail and her shoes leave her a few inches taller than me. Courtney neve

I paid off every debt, cut off every way to reach me, and spent the last of my money on a train ticket heading to the south. I was living life rough and just barely scraping by. However, as my legs never got proper treatment, the damage to them became permanent. The pain would drive me insane almost every day. But, as enough time passed, I became numb to it…

She looked at him with concern but there were also signs of happiness on her face—though she was trying to hide it. She had freckles all over her face. Her lips were white like the rest of her body. She did not wear any fancy shoes or slippers. She was standing on bare feet. She was majestic...to Justin. If someone else saw her, they would not have the slightest interest in her. They would take her as a worthless peasant. “Hey, Courtney.” “If it is not the legendary Justin.” A small smile formed on her face as she walked down to meet him. “What are you doing here?”

*KNOCK KNOCK KNO- Halfway through the third knock and the door swung open to reveal a very smiley Courtney dressed in her long, red gown and matching red lips, smiling at me with big brown eyes that were accentuated with a smokey-eye look. I smiled back at her, “You look great.” “You too,” she said with a beaming smile. Her parents invited me in for some photos and a quick exchange of pleasantries with them before we left. I noticed as she moved that there was a thigh-high slit in the dress that exposed her left leg whenever she took a step. I hadn’t noticed that in the photos she had sent me of it days ago. I opened the door for her and she smiled and gave me a quick thanks as she got in, w

After Jeff's reminder, Kourtney suddenly felt her shoulders were a little cold, she suddenly reacted, she just came out of the bathroom, just took a shower, and her body only draped a bath towel, then Jeff did not see her all naked. She raised her hand to block her white shoulder in shame: "Why didn't you remind me just now?" "You didn't ask either!" Jeff looked innocent. Kourtney gave him another annoyed and indignant look and limped quickly in the direction of the bedroom. Seeing her wretched appearance, Jeff reminded her with a smile, "Slow down, you still have a bruise on your foot, don't make it worse." Kourtney responded by slamming the door shut, shutting Jeff's voice out of the door.

Now what had happened to her feet which had made him concerned. "What happened to your feet, Kaya?" Jazlyn asked, looking confused and concerned. Well, Kaya herself didn't know what had happened to her feet. She was also waiting to know what actually had happened to her perfectly working feet. Kaya didn't answer but then felt Zian grabbing her arm. He turned her around to face him. "I have told you so many times that at least don't walk barefoot in the garden. There might be tiny sharp stones or something there," he spoke. Kaya was looking at him, dumbfounded until she felt him lightly pinching her arm. Her eyes widened.

Above me, the mattress shifted with a creak of expensive springs. Killian sat up. The rustle of sheets. The sound of bare skin sliding against Egyptian cotton. I didn't move. Didn't scramble away or curl tighter. I just lay there and watched his bare feet appear at the edge of the bed, pale against the dark wood floor. His feet hit the ground inches from my face. I could see the light dusting of dark hair on his ankles. The strong arch of his foot. The way his toes pressed into the floor as he stood, distributing his weight with the easy confidence of someone who had never questioned his right to take up space.

Natalie The hotel room, arranged and paid for by the Titans’ media rep, is quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint noise of traffic below. My heels are sprawled on the floor. They are black, five-inch high, red-bottomed Louboutins that were supposed to crush Jaxon’s ego today. Instead of crushing anyone, I shook in them as I practically ran from Jaxon. Just like I’ve been shaking as I stare at the mirror on the other end of the room.

I prefer rocking a bare face. I decided to wear white acid wash jean shorts and a red off-shoulder top with dark blue flats. I walked out and found Courtney sitting at the kitchen island wearing a white sundress with red cherries all over it and red tiny converse shoes. She definitely knows how to dress, I’ll give her that. "Sierra. Gimme food," she urged as she kicked her feet back and forth. I smiled at her in amusement before pacing to the stove and turning the knob upward to ignite the fire.

He needed to devise a plan, a way to weave himself into her life without alarming her. Soon, he would make her his. He had to remind himself of that fact. *********** The weekend couldn’t come any faster for Kourtney. She locked in by calling in sick at work on Friday and was currently packing up for their 3-day stay. They would be leaving around 1 pm, and anticipation bubbled within her like a fizzy drink, ready to burst. She carefully selected outfits that would showcase her elegant style from the brand-new designer clothes they shopped for. It was a mix of casual chic and sophisticated glamour, a delicate balance she was determined to strike.