Lick My Shoes Novels & Stories

“Dad said to forget about shoes. If you look at everyone’s feet most are not wearing them.” I turn to face the crowd and sure enough, only those not participating in dancing are wearing shoes. I move to the side wall in front of the stairs and slip mine off as well. Dress shoes have never been a favorite of mine. Despite the mismatch of my much more casual Oxford shirt and simple slacks makes with Kiara, she smilies as she takes my hand and we head to the floor.

God, he sounded so…so wicked when he said it. She writhed ridiculously, unable to stay still but not wanting to pull away. “No. Yes. Okay, yes, I’m ticklish. Wah!” His thumbnail scraped against her sole and it was awful and lovely at the same time. Sensation like a tequila shot, pure and bright and cold, somewhere between pleasure and pain. It made her want to squirm and surrender and fight it and ride it all at the same time. And she had to clap a hand over her mouth to stifle whatever unraveled sound was going to spill right out of her.

"That's probably the other way around. I think I took the corner too fast." "You do normally drive on two wheels," she teases, and when she smiles I see a hint of a dimple in her cheek. I've never seen that before. It's cute as hell. I grin back at her, stuffing my hands in my pockets now that we're both sure we're steady. Glancing down, because I want a moment to compose myself before my eyes meet hers, I notice a smudge of grease on her shoe. Wonder if she got it at the shop the other day? Then my eyes focus on her fingers. The nails are short. Two are painted a dark grey with glitter on them, the others a soft pink. Maybe it's a play on her personality. My body responds to the thought. Th

My Lauren. My hands were cold, yet I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to contain the chaos inside me. I slipped my hand into my pocket and touched something that made me freeze for a moment. I pulled out the little pink baby shoes. Those tiny pieces of fabric felt like they weighed a ton in my hand. I sat on the steps of the mansion’s staircase, staring at the shoes as if they were the only thing left of the family I almost had.

he barked suddenly, his voice booming through the room. “I just want to see if you’re serious this time. You disobeyed me too many times before. Now take it off!” I hesitated, shaking, then slowly lowered my hands to his shoes. My fingers trembled as I gripped them. The laces felt heavy in my hands, like they were tied to the weight of my pride. I unlaced them and pulled the first shoe off. Then the second. The smell hit me and made me gag silently. “Socks too,” he said, watching me.

I gave her a small nod. “Clean my shoes.” She said simply. I hesitated at first but I didn't have a choice. It was either that or the whole school found out I was an even bigger loser than they imagined.” I moved closer to her feet, already reaching for the hem of my skirt when she stepped back. “With your tongue.” “What?” “I want you to lick my shoes clean. When you're done you'll clean the soles too. I felt instantly sick. Sierra nudged me with her feet for every second I delayed. “Get to it.” She commanded. I saw Blair with her phone recording my humiliation. I closed my eyes, lowering my face to her shoes and then—

“Lick my shoes.” “W-what?” Vero arched an eyebrow. Her eyes stared intently and condescendingly at the blonde-haired girl, who was kneeling in front of her. Loud music filled the nightclub, to the rhythm of the colorful lights swirling across the dance floor. “Are you deaf?!” Now Vero shouted. She chuckled and rolled her eyes before slinging one leg wrapped in black pump shoes close to the girl’s mouth. “You spilled a drink on my clothes and shoes! Clean it up!”

Summer here can go to the three digits Fahrenheit, even at night time. My eyes widened as I heard the bucket topple over, spilling the dirty water everywhere. I looked towards it, and my eyes widen to see Skylar's girlfriend, Leah laughing, "Oops, didn't see you down there, Mutt. Oh, but, then again, who can see an invisible piece of trash like you? Uggh, damn it..." she says glancing at her new white pumps, "Look at what you did? You ruined my shoes. You little bitch, do you have any idea how expensive these are?" she yells at me as if it had been my fault. She kicks me, making a big scrape on my arm, and cutting the thin fabric of my T-shirt. I was sure those were some Jimmy Choo knock-off

I know what he must've thought, me vandalizing my new shoes. I stood up and pecked his cheek. "Morning babe, I'm good. This is what ballerina do to their shoes. I know it's weird, but we have to break the inside sole, so when we dance it'll mold perfectly with our stance. You want coffee?"

“Lick them.” They closed in, laughing as they held me down, lifting a dirty shoe up to my face. I couldn’t see the colour of the muck on it, but I could smell it. I shook my head, clenching my jaw shut. I almost passed out from the stench.