Lick My Shoes Novels & Stories

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.

“Let me go. I’ll do it myself.” Maya raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my submission. She stepped forward, lifting her foot with exaggerated grace. “Good. Now, hurry up. Everyone’s watching.” The woman with the phone giggled, switching the live stream to focus on Maya’s polished shoe. As I leaned forward, anger boiled in my veins, and an idea struck me like lightning. Just as my lips were about to touch her shoe, I yanked my head back, stood up, and kicked her foot with all the strength I had.

Let me show you. I click clack down the hall like a new born deer, my legs slip and slide on the floor underneath me. ‘Shit.’ I grab the door frame to what was my room for only a night and just manage to stop myself falling to the floor. She is polite enough not to openly laugh at me but I catch her amused glance out of the corner of her eyes in my direction. ‘New shoes.’ My foot pings out to show her the full beauty and stupidity of my foot wear and then she does break down laughing. ‘Sorry, but why would anyone ever chose to wear something so hideous.’ That cut a little deeper than I thought it would. I think they are beautiful shoes, just absurd in every other way. Silently I gesture towa

she informed her. "I won't take long. A cashier down at the grocery store said that you guys might carry socks? I need them for the motel floor. Don't wanna catch athlete's foot, ya know?" she joked, trying to sound as charming as possible. The girl folded her arms across the countertop, "No socks, but we have house slippers." She pointed to a shelf across the room. Jade's eyes followed the direction of her finger and spotted the display of fluffy grey shoes lined across a shelf.

My feet stay firmly inside the new shoes instead of slipping up and down like they did before I followed a clever trick I saw on TikTok– to stick a blob of Blu-Tack under my heels. At least, it’s my own version of the trick: I couldn’t lay my hands on any Blu-Tack but I did find an old pack of HubbaBubba in the back of the kitchen drawer. After a few chews it stuck fast to the heels of my stockings and is working a treat. Note that the Me on show tonight is wearing stockings, as opposed to the more practical but considerably less sexy tights that The Real Me usually wears.

It was her turn to compliment now. I looked down to see we were wearing identical shoes, only hers was gold while mine was silver. She followed the trail of my eyes and squealed "Matching shoes!" before proceeding to squeeze me in a bone-crushing hug. 1. 2. 3. "Sia, I can't breath here," I grunted and all I got from her was to be squeezed tighter. I was going to continue pleading when she broke the bone-crushing hug, grinning with all her teeth. I sighed in relief, gesturing to the stairs.

I smoothed down my blue tight-fitted gown, before pulling off one side of the Louboutin heel my roommate gave me to wear for this party as I walked faster to the restroom. Clyde and I were already at the party, but after some drinks, I went to the restroom, only to be met with this scene. “Please sir, spare me, I…I was told to keep the theme mysterious.” The familiar voice laughed mockingly. “No way in hell are you serious,” he kicked the boy in his stomach, “you did this intentionally, didn't you? You didn't want everyone knowing…” “Enough!!” I screamed as I flung the shoe straight at the head of the hunter.

“I can’t see a thing! I’m going to kill myself in these shoes!” “Not going to happen, baby. I’m not going to let you fall. Besides, you look killer in those heels. Later, I’m going to fuck you in those shoes and nothing else.” A hot flush traveled from head to toe. Her nipples hardened and her clit tingled in anticipation. Jace had bought her the most awesome shoes ever. Full of sparkle with a heel so high she hadn’t been sure she could walk in them. But she’d known instantly that these were shoes she’d get fucked in later, which meant she was walking in them no matter what.

What a tacky color. GaJam! The floors are so shiny maybe it is made from black granite. I can see my reflection and I have an urge to remove my shoes so I did it. I crouch down surprising Gideon and attempts to remove my converse because I don't want to dirty the floor. When Gideon realizes what am I doing he grab my arm to force me to stand up. "Love what are you doing?" " Removing my shoes what do you think? I don't want to put dirt on these immaculate floor" I attempted to remove it again but Gideon grab my arm again to stop me.

I should have known better than to wear these high stilettos. “Mummy.. when she comes, order her to lick the back of my shoes..They are so dirty…” Anything for my little prince. I leaned forward with a sly smirk. “Sure…She'll certainly do that” Few seconds later, I heard the sound of heels hitting the ground softly. From the sound, the person was heading over here. I could also hear the little giggles of a young girl. My pupils dilated. They were here. In a flash, I jerked up to my feet with my eyes closely glued at the door that will push open any seconds from now. The giggles were getting louder and the clicks were drawing nearer.