Lesbian Feet Novels & Stories

“They’re Louboutins to you. But I call them ‘fuck me’ shoes. That’s why women wear them.” I shiver as he slipped them off, one by one, and heard them tumble to the floor. He clasped my feet in his large, warm hands. His thumbs dug into my silk-sheathed arches, sending a jolt straight to my sex. “You have beautiful feet. Surprisingly small and dainty despite your stature,” he purred as he rubbed his thumbs up and down my inner soles. “Thank you,” I murmured, too caught up with the erotic foot massage to say more.

She belonged to Dane and Dane belonged to her. But a part of her still couldn’t believe they were really doing this, and she blushed, imagining what another lesbian would think if one ever saw her now: impaled on Dane's dick and making inhuman little noises—some pathetic, broken noises she hadn’t thought she was even capable of. Pleasure was spreading through her body, focused not on her nub, but inside of her, sharp and startling. God, he can't be any harder than that—

“They’re Louboutins to you. But I call them ‘fuck me’ shoes. That’s why women wear them.” I shiver as he slipped them off, one by one, and heard them tumble to the floor. He clasped my feet in his large, warm hands. His thumbs dug into my silk-sheathed arches, sending a jolt straight to my sex. “You have beautiful feet. Surprisingly small and dainty despite your stature,” he purred as he rubbed his thumbs up and down my inner soles. “Thank you,” I murmured, too caught up with the erotic foot massage to say more.

She stood up and almost slipped, if she didn't quickly hold on to the dressing table and sat back down. The shoes were very slippery and felt unbalanced. Kisha smiled secretly. "What's wrong? These shoes don't fit?" asked Kisha feigning surprise. Lea took the white shoe from her right foot. They were pretty shoes, but she noticed the pointy heels were slightly angled and the lining inside was very thin and slippery. "These shoes are not suitable for wearing," said Lea while giving the shoes to Kisha. "Very unbalanced and slippery." Kisha shook her head. "It's a great shoe and it's impossible to put in the storage room if the models can't use it."

She was here, she was all real and she was going to be mine. I leaned a little to touch her aligned toes. They were beautifully sculptured in descending order from the thumb to the pinky finger of her feet. I bent further to place a kiss on the middle of her right foot and ascended my lips as they kept striking with her smooth skin until they reached her knee, I sniffed her fragrance. She smelled like a divinely heaven-made angel only made for a broken sadist like me. Every time her sweet lilac smell entered my nostrils made me lose my mind even more.

death whose bone feet you kissed as you rubbed one out on grave dirt. You're just a shadow drowning in moonlight, really, just a paper cutout in the shape of curves and gold and blue and you seek a black hole to consume you. Void Mother you toast to past the witching hour with a new best friend, she's in Gaia training sitting on a hill in armor with a sword and donkey, learning from Valkyries the recipe for hurricanes, and she's a piece of the Mother, just like you are, just like every girl you know is, and men fear us all. Your monster girl is feral, like pine barrens in a blizzard, or the nothingness at the lip of a night full of pain, and she has fangs sharp as a wolf and toes that end i

Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

We had to scoot over and made room for her. Charlotte and I were at the end of the row. Once everyone else bunched up, we just got squashed closer together. We both wore shorts, and I could feel Charlotte's thigh pressed really tightly against mine. Her skin was smooth and soft. I didn't dare look at her. If I did, it would make us all awkward by acknowledging that our thighs were touching. I could hear Charlotte breathe in and out. I hoped she couldn't hear my heart pounding. Felik and Grigor took turn giving feedback.

They were making flower crowns for her. Persephone had not thought of the night at Olympus after their return, but once in a while, a pair of bright obsidian eyes haunted her mind like a shadow. She quickly dismissed that unsettling feeling that seemed to itch in her heart. After getting tired of her handmaiden's gossips, Persephone decided to slip away and find a spot where she could be alone.

She finished by pulling my hair into a tight, clean braid. When she was done, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. She applied a layer of gloss to her own lips, then froze, looking at the floor. I followed her gaze. My feet were bare against the carpet. I looked at the corner of the room where my only shoes sat—a pair of sneakers so caked in training mud they looked like they were made of dirt. "Lise? I have a footwear crisis." She looked at my feet, then hers. She was wearing white sneakers with rose gold accents. "Oof. I’d lend you mine, but your sasquatch feet would snap them in half."