Lick My Shoes Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice tinged with the sort of awe usually elicited by witnessing a miracle or a magic trick. Stephanie leaned in, flashed our best 'nothing-to-see-here' smiles, and quipped, "Do you have shoes that keep feet happy even after a night of dancing under the full moon?" The assistant didn't miss a beat. "For you, we have just the right pair—shoes not only made for walking but for howling in style," she returned with a sly grin and a knowing twinkle in her eye.

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.

"Now can you please tell me why the fuck you still have a problem with shoes?" I can't help but smirk, "I'm waiting for my glass slippers," I muse, lifting my feet to poke his leg just when a low growl echoes of the walls and both our heads snap to Jaxson and Sophia, only now realising we had an audience. Sophia seemed amused, Jaxson not so much.

Marina was standing at the hallway entrance still in full major league pitcher pose, her other shoe shot past me like a comet. The stupid lamp I always hated took the full impact of the shoe and it flew off the table and shattered into about 8 meaningful pieces.I burst out laughing. It was obvious she disagreed with my laughter and stepped hard and fast towards me. I stood up quickly because I wasn't sure what to expect.

she stuttered. I finally raised my head. The entire cafeteria had gone silent. Every pair of eyes was on us. I smiled. Calm. Cold. Dangerous. Then I slowly removed my shoe. Gasps spread across the room. Vivian blinked, confused. Before she could speak— Splash. I picked up a glass of water from the table beside me and poured it slowly over my Dior heel. The water dripped down the leather and pooled on the floor. A few people audibly gasped.

Monique and I dance against each other, rocking our hips back and forth as we let the music take control. “I feel so alive right now.” I voice out loudly above the music, giggling. A familiar song comes up and Monique and I sing along to it, dancing and chuckling at the same time. It looks like we’re 20 again, attending frat parties, dancing, and slurring musical lyrics. I don’t know how long we’ve been dancing but my feet are beginning to hurt really bad, all thanks to my shoes. “I’m gonna go get more shots,” I say to Monique as I hurry toward the bar, nearly tripping on my shoes.

Kiara explained advancing towards her legs. Shelly stared at her blankly. She wasn't about to get assaulted by that terrible sound. Kiara smiled at her, "Your parents will be here soon." Suddenly remembering what had pushed her into an overdrive she glanced down at Kiara's leg. She was wearing the silver shoe. Damn! I would definitely murder her!! Kiara caught her gaze and she laughed. "You are just recovering and you're looking for your shoes." So? Shelly made the mistake of asking that question, she heard something that sounded like a frog croaking or was it a cricket? It sounded rather awful! She instead settled with trying to incinerate Kiara with her glare.

" He raised an eyebrow slightly and grinned at me. I had no more control over myself. »These shoes are like suicide! I have to take them off... I've got others in my purse!” Jayden threw back his head and laughed. How do I get on my stupid shoes now? "Well then, let's go to your shoes!" Before we could go out the door, Mike was back.

But she knows that, doesn’t she? This little girl likes to play with fire. “Hmm, I think you should change your shoes,” I say with the same provocative smile, taking her by surprise. She looks down at her feet, returning her gaze to me when I add, “You’ve been so clumsy these days, tripping over your feet... You don’t want to twist those thin heels in front of your date, do you?” Angelee frowns, and I suppress a laugh. “Stop teasing her, Juls.” Mike scolds me in his normal tone.

This crap is totally built like a video game…an ancient video game. Then there was the clicking of my heels. Every step I took gave me away instantly if someone was nearby. I was seconds away from taking them off and just going barefoot, but heaven knows what has touched these floors. Something I wouldn’t have thought about if I hadn’t seen the shīt these men were into. I shivered at the thought before I decided to keep my pretty feet covered.