Lick Her Heels Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

The door creaked and closed with a light push. Lili carried her crimson dress and gently stripped off several luxurious but heavy accessories to the side. The bothersome high-heels that she wore across the maze-like halls had also been kicked away on the side. She fell on her butt and rubbed her aching ankles with a grimace. She never thought that wearing such costly shoes would hurt so much.

Laya said hurriedly. "What?" he said. Without moving she removed her heels and kicked them aside. "Now, we can dance," she said with a smile. "But you will have cold feet," he said. "See," she said as she stepped on his feet. "Can you bear me?" she asked with a smile. "Gladly," he said with a smile. She smiled at him and pecked his lips. "Now I won't have cold feet," she said as she grinned.

Meanwhile, the Hartwells remained seated at the same spot, heads buried on the table. She hesitated, her gaze flicking towards me, then back to Camille. “I don't have your time.” She turned to leave, but my voice made her freeze in her tracks. “You have to kneel and lick my feet, Luna Delilah. Those were your words—not mine, and I'm afraid you have to do it.” Her brows knitted. “What?” “Yes, Luna Delilah,” I answered firmly with a mocking undertone. “You have to kneel for me.” I stared down at my burgundy heels. “And you have to lick my shoes—clean.”

“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.”