Lick Her Heels Novels & Stories

thanks to my small but straight to the point lesson on slouching. She turned around on her barely tall heels and made her way back through the door which she'd now understand how to operate just fine. Her legs were shaking slightly on her heels, that was enough proof that she wasn't used to walking in heels. Well, she'd have to master that act, there's nothing more sexier than a bold and classy female who can walk in tall as fuck heels without a hitch. I'll see to it that Snow master that act perfectly too. I stood up from my seat and picked up my phone and iPad. Time to make money!

Jackson pushed her onto the side of the bed. “I’ll massage it for you. Will that do? Why did you choose to walk around in high heels? It’s not healthy to wear heels too often.” He lifted her foot and placed it on his lap then carefully massaged it. He was pretty skilled.

Which was useful, because I usually was. I heard the heels before I saw her. That specific click — sharp, deliberate, the rhythm of someone who wanted you to know they were coming and wanted you to have time to dread it. I didn't look up. I'd learned that. Keep your head down, keep your hands moving, give them nothing to work with. The heels stopped directly behind me. I kept scrubbing. "You missed a spot." I closed my eyes for exactly one second. Then I opened them and kept working.

Tenderly, his emerald eyes, like a maze, captured mine. Winking playfully, he whispered with his compelling smirk, “I hope that I am not disappointing you.” My lips curled up more as I answered promptly, “Not at all. I am rather enjoying it.” Startling him, I pressed my right heel against his boot and twisted it with all my force. Smiling brighter, I blinked at him, “Uppz! So sorry!” Keir’s nose wrinkled for a moment and then a little teasing slipped his lips, “What a vengeful lady!”

“Fine, it’s a date. But do I really need to kill my feet and back for it?” “You wear heels all the time for work. Why resist them now?” “It doesn’t mean that I have to like them.” “Not even these?” Lily took out a pair of black five-inch, open-toed heels. Damn, they were cute. “Okay, fine. I’ll wear them.” “Of course you will.” As I slipped on the shoes, Lily dug out some makeup kits. “What do you want for your hair and makeup?” “Let’s just do a high ponytail, and I’ll just do some natural makeup, maybe with a smokey eye.”

"Uh... they look... nice on your legs?" "Would your fingers like to touch them?" "Touch them right here? Ms. Hale, that would not be appropriate for our names. Our boots are out in public view!" Lydia leans her body even closer to my chest and whispers teasingly against my ear, "Our boots could easily go straight to the back of the pack car. Alpha Derek, these stockings are not only stylish and soft to the skin, but my claws know they are also very easy to tear apart with fangs. Why don't our hands give that a little try, eh?"

“She’s here to take her man home.” Unexpected sighs slip off her lips when he eases the shoe off her foot. The cold air of the conditioner caresses her sweaty toes. She moans to the tender massage, the way he works her aching foot, and the last thing she’s expecting is to feel something wet on her ankle! “Clyde…” She stiffens, mouth wide open with nothing coming out. He licks down her heel, softly tracing to her big toe. “Stop…” She whispers, not even audible to herself. All she hears are breathless gasps, long sighs to ease off the steam.

“Watch me.” I licked my lips, keeping my eyes on him, watching him watch me as I hooked my fingers through the lace and slowly peeled them over my inner thighs. I let out a sigh as the cold breeze brushed over my slicked pussy, peering at him and biting my lip when I slid it over my calves. I let it pool over one of my heels and stopped at my other ankle.

Kailani "Lick my boots," she commanded. My eyes flicked to Lila, who shook her head frantically, her expression pleading for me not to give in. She tried to speak, but a warrior's hand collided with her face, silencing her. Not wanting any more violence to befall Lila, I steeled myself and lowered my head to Letita's boot. As I licked, the taste of mud and leather coated my tongue, humiliation burning through me like wildfire.

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.