Lesbian Feet Novels & Stories

She thought of bringing some to her mother and went farther to gather them. Not far from the flowers was a strange bush with thick, green, glossy leaves. It was hung with large red berries that trembled on their stems like drops of blood. She leaned over to inspect it. As Persephone stood, staring curiously at the mysterious bush, she could not decide whether she liked it or not. The maiden who was always particular about plants and flowers found the scrub little to her liking.

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."

I put on the bra first, with thin straps and interesting details. I put on the panties, and adjust the strap that connects the band to the panties, so that it looks exactly perfect. At the foot of the bed, there's a pair of black Louboutins, with red heels. I put on the chosen shoes, feeling like a goddess in a sexualized figure. What can I say? My inner goddess is throwing dollars to the sky, like an expensive slut. I release my hair from its ponytail and shake it with my hand to give it volume.

I immediately wrote to her: "Hi, I have a huge attraction, no pun intended, to BBWs. I'm sure your 44DDs are luscious, but my favorite part of the female body, by far, is the sole - the bottom of the foot. I know you said no sex or touching, but would you let me lick the bottom of your feet?" I saw a response from her the next day, Friday, when I was about to leave for work: "Yes you can lick the bottom of my feet. But they're kind of rough because of no money for pedicures. Not sure if that makes a difference. And how much would you pay me?"

Before I could finish my speech on emancipating women from heels, I heard Jessica's bitchy voice, "Oh là là, look at what we've got here. Helter-skelter." Jackie immediately shifted into killing mode. Leah had to hold her back before she jumped at Jessica again. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Bare feet with a messy hairstyle. Do you look like that when you work on a horse farm? What if you step into horse poops?" she tittered. All her minions laughed aloud. Feeling embarrassed, I clenched my fists, staring at my bare feet. Just when I was about to walk away, I heard Lucas' magnetic voice -

I quickly made my way to the nearest empty table and took off my heels. "Tired already?" Standing slightly above me was Lily. She was dressed formally like everyone else, in her yellow circle skirt and a black and white crop top with black stiletto sandals. "Yes, I am. Plus I'm not much of a heel person." "You might want to get used to it." "What do you mean?" I massaged my feet to relieve some of the tension there. "We have these barbecues frequently, not to mention you'll also have to go to these type of parties at other packs but not as often."

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

I listened to the clicks of her heels on the tiled floor. She had a perfectly paced walk. Each step was exactly 0.8 seconds apart. Yes, I timed it. The iconic red bottom heel of Christian Louboutin was the only type of heels she wore. They demanded to be heard, they craved the attention.

I stated. The Fayte’s have bigger feet. Only little Delilah could fit into the flats I’d given her. “I can’t wear these.” Crista frowned. “Looks like you and I got big feet.” Persephone smiled, shrugging as she wiggled her bare toes on the carpet.

Iris looked puzzled. "Oh, right. Yes, I'll help you check the injury right away..." Leon snapped back to his senses and had an embarrassed smile on his face. He felt a little guilty as a result, and despite holding Iris's beautiful stocking-covered foot with care, he felt so nervous that his palms could not help but shake slightly. Iris did not think much about it at first, but she soon realized that something was amiss when she saw Leon's strange demeanor. Certain parts of a woman's body were off limits, and feet were one of them They were considered one of the more intimate parts of a woman which should not be touched by anyone of the opposite gender except, perhaps, their relatives.