Lick Her Heels Novels & Stories

People in general, but certainly not Mina, because that girl knew exactly what she was doing. Funnily enough it wasn't even Nadine's toes that were the most effective target. No, this unassuming area squarely on the top of her feet, and even her ankles turned out to be unbearably ticklish when attacked by Mina's nails. So much so that within seconds Nadine shifted gears completely and spread her feet out as much as she could, offering her soles up instead.

I muttered , setting down my glass . The bartender smiled . “Tequila shot?” “Make it two.” He slid me the first, salt and lemon on the side. “You know how to take it?” I grinned, leaning in. “Show me.” “ Lick , sip , bite ,” he said . I followed , and the tequila burned a path down my throat , leaving a delicious sting . “ Another ,” I demanded , and he laughed as he poured it . The second shot hit harder. My body loosened, my pulse picked up. I felt bold ; reckless even . The music seeped into my veins , and before I knew it , I was back on the dance floor. I didn’t care that it was filled with couples anymore .

Lowering her upper body, she removed her heels. Turning around to face him again, Nina extended her hand to grab his. Taking it forward towards her, she placed those heels on his hand. “Have a beautiful evening, sir. Hope to never see your hopelessly nasty face ever again,” she winked at him and then turned around to leave from there.

Yeah, maybe the night was looking up after all. Biting the piercing in his lip- a move the chicks really loved, Adam smiled, bringing his dimples out to play. Moving in for the kill, as Carl recited step number two, he looked at her through his lashes, his forest green eyes sparkling as Adam whispered, "Hey pretty lady, which step are you on?" The stud knew he had her when she blushed prettily, casting her brown eyes down as she confessed, "I can't seem to get past step number four."

"Uh—down the hall, to the right, ma'am—" "Say less." She took off. Not walked. Not strolled. Moved. She stomped through that luxury hotel like she paid for the marble floors herself and they owed her rent. She made it to the bathroom, kicked the door open with a dramatic flair, and spit the pastry remains into the sink with a vengeance.

Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she sprinted to the door, grabbing her bag and laptop. The gold earrings on the glass table flickered before her eyes. She rolled her eyes, then quickly grabbed the earrings and walked out of her suite. Lylah darted through the hallway, weaving past people without slowing down. Her heels clicked rapidly against the floor as she rushed along the corridor. A big frown embraced Lylah's delicate features. Her day seemed determined to worsen as the day dragged on. As if on cue for yet another misfortune, she twisted her foot and collided with what felt like a hard, chiseled wall.

He nodded, placing his hand under his chin, and listened to her like the good listener that he was. “I bought the original heels, it was quite expensive, Elle turned out wearing the second grade.” She burst into laughter, the event now seeming funny to her. “You needed to see her face when someone pointed out that my heels were in fact the original and she was only wearing a second grade. She was like. ‘How is it possible?’” She mimicked Elle’s expression, her mouth parted, staring into space, a good acting she’d come to master.

DIFFERENT AND DIFFICULT DREAMS Kimberlee wore the heels but couldn't get up. “C’mon doll, you can do it.” Kiki encouraged and she tried one more time but couldn't. “I don't think this is for me, these heels are too high.” Kim sadly sighed but Ana walked to her. “Don’t be deceived honey, heels are meant to be possessed, they are not made for you. So make it yours.” Kiki swayed his hips with the snap of his fingers.

His eyelashes were flickering, and tears crept out of the corners of his eyes. "I feel like I'm in a dream. Everything's just so wonderful. I'm so glad to have you by my side." He ran barefoot across the sand with his arms wide open. As the wind blew, he called out, "Jeanette!" He turned around to look at me. "I'm here."

I leaned across the desk to retrieve my clutch, letting him see the satisfied gleam in my violet eyes, a triumph sharper and more devastating than any climax he could have given me. "I hope you enjoy those aching blue balls tonight," I whispered, lips curving into a dark, cruel smirk. "And when you’re alone in the bathroom, hand wrapped around that pretty, desperate cock, stroking yourself raw to the memory of my mouth, remember the sound of my heels walking away. There’s something almost poetic about it, don’t you think?" I turned on my heel before the growl building in his chest could become words. My hips rolled with every step, the silk whispering against my thighs, the click of my heels