Lick Her Heels Novels & Stories

Nadia had an evil look on her face, and a sinister smile tugged at the corner of her lips. I raised an eyebrow, sensing trouble. But before I could stop her, she lifted her gown and ran to the center of the stage with her high heels clacking against the ground noisily. "My test is called The Truth Game!" Nadia's voice boomed through the microphone, echoing into every corner of the hotel hall. She said bossily, "No matter what I ask you in a moment, you must answer truthfully within five seconds. If you fail to answer, I have a severe punishment in store for you."

"We belong under your feet. Do you understand the position you truly deserve?" She never broke eye contact. With languid grace she slipped off one high heel. The sharp click of it hitting asphalt rang out in the quiet. Then, in a blur too fast to track, she hurled it. The pointed stiletto struck his cheek with stinging precision. The heel sliced skin like a blade. Warm blood welled instantly, a thin crimson line against his jaw. He touched the wound, fingers coming away wet, and stared at the shoe now lying at his feet..gleaming, elegant, lethal.

Liam simply smiled and downed the whiskey in one gulp. Amid the cheers, Chloe finally noticed me. She stood up with a bright smile. "Ella, you're back. We ran out of slippers, so you'll have to wear the disposable ones." I looked down. The slippers Liam had specially bought for me were now on Chloe's feet. They weren't even her size. Her heels stuck out over the back, yet she deliberately walked back and forth in front of me. I didn't say a word. I bent down and slipped on the disposable slippers instead.

I sidestepped quickly and, with one smooth motion, kicked her square in the backside, sending her flying to the ground. "Madam, your talent lies in chasing men. Don't overestimate yourself, and please, don't embarrass yourself further."

"Stop it! Stop fighting, aaah!" Someone stomped her dress. She screamed, "It's rented! I have to return it!" Nobody cared. Mid-fight, her dress got yanked off. Boom—just her and a pair of pasties. "Jack! Jack!" she shrieked, arms crossed, trying to cover up. Viewer count skyrocketed. Comments went feral: [Damn, the bride's skin is so fair!] [Good stomp! Lower and we'd see more!] And worse. Way worse.

She was wearing heels, black holdup stockings, a shirt wide open, that covered her nipples, half her ass cheeks and nothing else. The girls were both wearing killer heels, short, tight cut-off shorts, wonderful thighs, both of them, and white cotton shirts with most of the buttons undone to show some gorgeous cleavage and make it obvious they were not wearing bras. Incredible chemistry as both of them kissed us with the tips of their tongues before I lifted Chloe’s shirt to show the girls all of her magnificent, big ass, just as she had requested, then licked and kissed her ass cheeks while the girls looked on. Just as we had hoped, the girls took it in turns to lick and kiss her ass cheeks

[Which type is my roommate using? [Based on the photos you sent, she used a shoe array to perform the Guiding Ritual. This is the first step of the Guiding Ritual. The tips of the shoes are pointed inward to form the array to guide the way for some entities. But it’s just pointing them in the right direction. She needs to perform other rituals to summon this entity.] The more I read, the more my skin crawled. [Usually, those who need guidance are some unique entities. They don’t have a set movement pattern, and they need people to guide their way.]

I said, dragging Nikky with me as we crawled under the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. "Break her door down,” Harley told whoever was helping her break El's door down. Soon we heard the door crack open, from where we hid. “There's no need for that, Harley; you can come in," El said. I heard Harley's footsteps, but she stopped walking and stood beside the bed. Those legs looked very familiar, but I just couldn't recall. She was wearing stiletto heels, and I expected that because Wicked people need to walk on their toes, they wear heels a lot.

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.

Well, it's a bit awkward to say she's overtime when the clock hasn't hit 8 PM yet. Anyway, that scaredy cat boy was willing to hide in the toilet to prank Kate. 'She must be surprised tonight as she doesn't imagine I'm still here. Her surprised expression must be adorable too, haha.' Havie blushed. It was like that whenever he thought of Kate. That woman never fails to give him butterflies. After waiting for thirty minutes, just before the watch hit 8 PM, Kate appeared in the basement area. Havie noticed that Kate is putting purple lipstick on her lips, unlike the usual soft color she put on. She sometimes does that. But every time she do that, he feels bothered.