Lick Her Heels Novels & Stories

"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.

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

She stepped out of the dress slowly, her left black heel scraping deliberately across the floor, then she kicked the dress aside with a sharp flick that sent it skittering. She stood there in nothing but that sheer black lace and those cock-teasing strappy heels that clicked softly every time she shifted her weight.

My body instinctively goes stiff and the laughter dies on my lips. But I will not be intimidated, not ever. I stand up straighter, the laugh compressing into a stiff, cold smile on my face. She walks forward, her impossibly high heels making a steady clickity clack on the tiled floors. How does a woman of her age even manage to present herself like this?

Chelsea "Can we not skip this part?" I whimpered, trying to suppress the ticklish sensations on the heel of my feet. The young maid attending to me struggled to contain her laughter, her composed demeanor faltering slightly as she continued to use a pumice stone to scrub my foot. "This is the most important part, Miss," she responded with a hint of amusement, applying steady pressure to my soaked toe. "And, also, if we skip anything, Ms. Beth would be furious."

“Lick my shoes.” “W-what?” Vero arched an eyebrow. Her eyes stared intently and condescendingly at the blonde-haired girl, who was kneeling in front of her. Loud music filled the nightclub, to the rhythm of the colorful lights swirling across the dance floor. “Are you deaf?!” Now Vero shouted. She chuckled and rolled her eyes before slinging one leg wrapped in black pump shoes close to the girl’s mouth. “You spilled a drink on my clothes and shoes! Clean it up!”

Lucien began with her silver slippers, sliding them off and setting them on the floor. His palms slid up the length of her calves and along her thighs to unfasten her stockings and unhook her garters. He removed her stockings with ease and kissed the sensitive skin behind each ankle. He could feel every tremble, every shiver as his hands explored her body.