Lick My Shoes Novels & Stories

The other one, still clad in its shoe braced the opposite side. “Do it,” she demanded. “Mess up my pretty shoe.” I bowed my head and jerked my cock fast and furious as I held her empty shoe before me. When I shot my cream into her footwear, the moment was magic. And her lilting laugh told me she was delighted by our newfound thrill.

“Hi.” I smile back. “Hi.” There’s only a second of hesitation before she moves closer to kiss me. It’s short and sweet, merely a taste of things to come. She feels so good in my arms, her womanly curves wrapped in a soft sweater. My cock is already trying to say hello. Lydia looks down and frowns at my shoes. I’m wearing my favorite pair of white sneakers. I can’t stand dress shoes. I have a whole collection of vintage sneakers at home.

I will be a dancing fool with these bitches on. Gravity has zero effect on my butt cheeks when I wear these. “Now these are shoes,” I say. “Learn well, my little tadpole, and someday you will be an awesome man-killer like me.” “Whatever you say, Yoda-of-shoes.” She bounces down onto my bed. “So, you excited about seeing Mick? He’s going to be there, you know.”

But another part of me is eager to embrace the light, the freedom, and the joy that comes with being a teenager. “Don't forget to pack your club-going essentials, girl,” Lily reminds me while holding up a pair of shiny, silver heels. “These are the perfect clubbing shoes to match your outfit for the night.” I take the heels from Lily's hands, admiring them with a grin. “Those are perfect. Thanks, Lily. I can't wait for our night out.” As the weekend approaches, my excitement grows. The idea of letting loose on the dance floor and forgetting about all my responsibilities for a night sounds like a dream come true.

Sharon begged her friend. A 6-inch black stiletto, 4-inch beige-colored pumps, and 5-inch white sandals were what Sharon chose. Myra wanted something with fewer inches, but after one pleading look from Elijah and Sharon’s exhausted face, she said, “Fine, But I am not buying that red lipstick." “Such an ass," Sharon muttered.

I shot her the same look from head to toe, holding my nose as I stepped back. "Lady, please, stay away. Even if you bathe in perfume, you can't hide your old-lady stench. What can you possibly compare to me? I used to be confident in my looks, but now that you say I look like you, I feel like tearing this face off." Before I could even finish my retort, the woman who had been standing there with her arms crossed, calm and composed, suddenly lunged at me, claws out. I sidestepped quickly and, with one smooth motion, kicked her square in the backside, sending her flying to the ground.

“Don’t you think you should be more careful what you say?” Mykhol again looked at the shoes. There was a sudden urge to take them. Maddie shouldn’t have her shoes. He should. And he suddenly did not like that someone else was touching her things. They’re mine. Mykhol stepped up to snatch the shoes. As he did, an older couple was coming down. “You-!” Maddie forced herself not to react less and gain notice. However, Mykhol saw the opportunity and took it without her resistance. “Thank you for bringing her Empress’s shoes.” Mykhol bowed respectfully to the noble couple. They returned the gesture and walked past, none the wiser to what was happening.

Markos wears boots. This is a soft shuffle. The sound of sneakers on carpet. Click. The lock on my door turns from the outside.

He will never see a single tear. Slowly, I tilt my head and lower it toward his shoes. My hair grazes the floor. My nose brushes the gleaming black leather. I press a kiss to his right shoe, then the left, the sheen of my lip gloss leaving behind a faint, shimmering mark. I pull back. He stares at his shoes like he’s just won a war. I know he will keep the smudges of my lip gloss on his shoes. I know he will show it to his friends like trophies. I know their stares will linger on me as I walk past.

After paying the bill, Mia and Shelly made their way to the café downstairs together. The ambiance was undeniably delightful—quiet, with only a few patrons, providing a sense of privacy. As they sat down, Shelly couldn't help but massage her feet. "My feet are killing me after standing for so long." Mia stole a glance at Shelly's designer high heels and noticed that they didn't fit well, causing visible blisters on her feet. Despite her discomfort, Shelly stubbornly refused to take off her shoes; it was evident that she had a deep-seated vanity.