Lick My Shoes Novels & Stories

Adrian asked, his hands pausing on his laces. "Let me see your left foot." Ethan gently gripped the toe of Adrian's boot, tilting it toward the harsh fluorescent light. He pointed to the structural seam. "Look at this. The locking mechanism is completely loose. If you take a hard turn on the ice, this blade is going to snap right out of the holder." Adrian’s eyes narrowed. He reached down and gave the steel runner a firm tug. With a sickening click, the blade wobbled loosely in his hand. If he had stepped onto the ice, his ankle would have snapped the moment he crossed the blue line.

he called the other guys who she had come with and the hold me side by side even though I struggle to break free it's difficult for me. “You're going to use your tongue to lick my shoes clean”

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.

Never thought that getting rid of high heels can just be a piece of cake. Everybody, follow me! Let’s move our legs! All it takes is just to——kick once… kick twice... and kick thrice! Just when the shoe slips off my leg and flies into the air, I put up a pleasure and excited smile. While just when I see it flying towards Jamie’s direction, my smile gradually turns upside down. Before I could have the time to pray for it to drop right behind Jamie, the shoe drops into his ristretto and hangs by the edge of the cup by its tall thin heel.

The darkness was growing closer. I felt someone shaking me vigorously but I could not step out of that black hole. I was rooted to the spot, my heart thumping erratically in my chest and those shoes approaching me. I turned my head slowly, my breath catching in my throat. I saw the shoes. Stilettos. The fluorescent light was bouncing off it and it was glimmering in the light. A click. Another click. And it was advancing towards me. Then I gasped loudly, realization hitting me.

Autumn gave her a fake smile as she puts the stilettos back into her feet. "I'm talking about your dark eye bags, Rosie. And you're welcome." Even if she already turned her back from Rosie, she knows that the girl was fuming. She won this round. She walked out from the hall like a winner. She was finally at the parking lot. She was almost limping because her shoes were killing her. As soon as she was inside her car,she removed her shoes again and threw it at the back. She heaved a sigh of relief as she steps into her comfy sandals.

I push the front door open and freeze as I see a flash of colour run past me. “Marcus?” I ask, confused. “Just a second!” He shouts back. He sounded flustered and out of breath. The sound of him banging into something vibrated through the flat. I dropped my bag onto the floor and hung my coat up on the hooks by the front door and walked into the living room. I rolled my neck, feeling the strain from today settling in my bones. The living room was a mess, the sofa cushions were strewn all over the floor. I walked over to pick them up, spotting a black high-heeled shoe under the couch. My hand began to shake as I pulled it out and inspected the shoe. It was a black open-toe Louboutin. I turned

I could breathe without thinking someone was out to get me. I carefully kicked off my shoe and wore the mouse slippers that Pelummi got for me just yesterday. At first, I hadn't liked it. I mean, what was the designer thinking when he designed them? But now, it was starting to grow on me. Ok, I could admit it was kind of cute at this point. I was a bit tired as I walked out of my room and I decided to get a drink from the fridge. Staying in your room for long can become a bit depressing if we're a bit honest to ourselves. I needed some fresh air.

"Guys are so exasperating. Let's just forget about our boy problems and focus on ourselves for now." "So, do you wanna go check out shoes next?" I asked grinning. "You took the words right out my mouth." She grinned back. I couldn't hold back my laugh, "There's nothing a cute pair of shoes can't fix, right?" Skylar gave me a wink. "Shoes over dudes has always been my motto." I laughed again. Shoes over dudes. It felt good to have my friend back. ************* Three hours later we were finally walking out of the mall, our arms loaded with shopping bags.

His arm slid around my waist, his lips brushed my neck, warm and practiced. For three years, I’d learned to stay still. To let him find what he needed and leave. But tonight, something inside me revolted. My skin crawled with a sadness that felt like nausea. He noticed. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. Maybe I ate something bad,” I whispered. He didn’t push. Just patted my back, like a parent soothing a restless child. Minutes later, a voice echoed from downstairs—shaky and soft. “Zayne! The lights went out! I think someone broke into my room!”