Lick My Shoes Novels & Stories

Elena let out a sharp scream and dove under the blanket before bursting into tears. Everyone around us froze, stunned by what I had just done. "Are you out of your mind, Jasmine?" Miles snapped out of his shock and snatched the cameraman's camera with a hardened expression. "We're in public, and someone's filming here. How could you lift a young woman's skirt? You're unbelievable!" I shook the wedding shoe in my hand. "She tied the shoe to her waist and asked you guys to grab it. Wasn't she asking for someone to reach under? You couldn't do it, so I helped you. What's wrong with that?"

I saw the woman's eyes then moved and stayed on me. “What kind of shoes would you like to have, Milady?” She asked. “I am alright with any shows but maybe ones that are more durable,” I replied. That way I could use the shoes for a very long time without having it ruined, I thought to myself. Shoes from Lucius would be one of my treasures. I would rather not wear the shoes to avoid scratches but then that would be offending as Lucius had bought the shoes for me.

Yet as she spotted Nick chatting away on his mobile at the front of the shop, she forced herself to do as he had told her. Millie drifted over to an unusual shoe display. These had high thin needle-like heels in a rainbow of colours, some with spikes adorning the front. They looked dangerous; which she supposed had been the designer’s intention. She didn’t think they were her type of thing, and she would prefer something more elegnt and with a heel which would tempt her to use as a murder weapon. She knew the twins had shoes like these and it would be a lie to say she had not thought of sticking the heel in Ruby’s eye.

A man in horn-rimmed glasses smirked into his cocktail. My nails bit into my palms hard enough to leave crescent moons. "Don't react. Don't give them the satisfaction." But then Alessandra's gaze flicked to my shoes dyed black Payless heels with the soles reglued three times. "Oh my God." Her laughter rang out, high and shrill as a car alarm. "Are those from the "children's" section?" Something inside me "snapped."

Dead people aren't supposed to look like that, or sound like that, or especially smile like that! "You like my feet, don't you, Bobby?" Shelly had pulled me down to my knees, tugging on my necktie until she had me right where she wanted me. Her legs were bare, but she had such smooth skin, toned and snow white, she didn't need stockings. Shelly wore patent leather shoes, expensive ones, probably, with open toes and spiked heels. Her toenails were red like her lips and fingers, and she had small, delicate feet. I'd spent three years selling shoes at Pay-Less as a teenage boy, so I had a lot of experience with women's feet and Shelly's were incredible.

Alden was in deep sleep and forty minutes later, the knob on the door suddenly turn and a click sound echoed in the silence. The door opened and a Stilettos Men's Stylish Shoes came in the view under the darkness. ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

I sneered. “Well, if it’s so simple, then do it yourself.” Bianca slammed her foot up on a nearby chair and waited. “You expect me to clean your shoe for you?” She shrugged. “You’re the one who stepped on it. Do you even know how expensive these shoes were? I guess not, since you have no sense of style, anyway.” Mia bristled beside me, but I ignored Bianca’s jab. “No, Bianca. I’m not your personal shoe shiner. Besides, you intentionally walked into me.”

"Please tell me that's not my blood." Malakai grabs my chin and tilts my head side to side. His eyes are sharp despite the gash on his forehead. The blood has dried in a dark line down his temple and his gray eyes look almost silver in the dim forest light. "It's mine," he says. "You're fine." I slap his hand away. "I lost a shoe." He stares at me. "One of my designer heels," I say louder. "The limited edition ones. Do you know how hard those were to get?"

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."

Her arch curved gracefully, the pink nail polish gleaming under the fluorescent light. As her foot settled, air wafted out, carrying the now-familiar mix of dirt, sweat, and lotion. Before I could rise, something hit Mackenzie's shin. A grey-brown drip meandered slowly down her ankle. My eyes darted up to see her holding my Frosty, a spoonful in her mouth. "Oops," she said with a smirk. The drip slid closer to her sandal strap. "Be a good little dog and lick that up," she taunted. "If you get it before it reaches the strap, I'll give your wallet back."