Lick My Shoes Novels & Stories

I turned just in time to see Miranda sliding into my office in her socks and green unicorn dress, holding two mismatched shoes. I smiled. "Big emergency?" She nodded seriously. "Mommy said I can choose my own shoes for dinner tonight. But I don’t know which ones are bossy." I blinked. "Bossy?" "Yeah. Like the shoes that say, ‘I know what I want and I make the rules.’" I knelt beside her. "Well… red shoes say you’re bold. Black means you mean business. Sparkly ones say you don’t care what anyone thinks." She held up the sparkly ones. "Like Mommy?"

Someone who wants to kiss me. Seconds roll into minutes, I slide to the floor with my back against the door, phone in my hand. My eyes centre on the men shoes on display, I don't know how I got here but I like what I see. I continue swiping until I settle on a pair in his size. My face splits into a grin that fades at the exorbitant price written under the picture. That much for a shoe?

Besides, it made my ass look good. "My feet hurt." I didn't look up, instead rocked on my heels, listening to the delicate sound it made on the floor. Lucas' hands lifted my chin and my gaze met his. With the height of the shoes, he and I are leveled eye to eye. "Well, then," he smirked like a schoolboy, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Let's get you out of those hot shoes now shall we?" I sigh in relief. That sounds like a good idea. I raised my right leg to my back and my left hand reached to unlock the strap. Lucas, being so close and all, met my perfectly carved cleavage through my low-buttoned white polo. I did the same with the other leg and his eyes went dark with lust b

"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.

What had upset him? Why had he looked away from her? Why did she want him to keep looking? A thud resounded in the locker room, jolting Macey out of her thoughts, and she turned to see one of the girls sporting a shoe with a broken heel. She winced in silent apology, watching as another girl handed their colleague with the broken heel a sparkly silver pair of heeled sandals with platforms even higher than the ones Macey had just worn. Recalling that she needed to change, she reached for her shoes whilst raising her leg a bit higher to unbuckle them from her feet.

Is this how my life will end up? *** "Lick my shoes", I heard him say. Wait a minute, What did I just hear him say?, did I hear him right?. My gaze went to his face which was void of no emotions then to his shoes then again back to his face. "Lick my shoes", he repeated in a cold voice. My face turned pale instantly,how can someone be so cruel to tell his fellow being to lick his shoes? "I am sorry for bumping into you but I can't do what you asked of me",I said to him.

Relief washes over me instantly. “It won’t happen again. I promise.” He steps aside, and I quickly move into the classroom, eager to minimize further attention. “Mrs. Moore.” I freeze mid-step and turn back. He’s smirking. “I like your shoes. Mickey Mouse suits you.” Oh no. I look down. My Mickey Mouse slippers sit proudly on my feet. “Shit!” I mutter under my breath. Fantastic. Just perfect. Trying to brush off the embarrassment, I give him a sheepish look before continuing my walk. My very public walk of shame to the back of the room.

At other times, it shrank back. Terrified, I did not even dare to breathe out loud. I could only watch as the shadow moved to my room. Suddenly, all of the sounds faded away. The shadow disappeared, and I could not hear the scratching sounds either. But the strewn shoes and the strange marks on the floor served as a stark reminder that I was not dreaming. Suddenly, Yvonne’s door opened. When she walked out and saw the shoes on the floor, her face turned pale. “Did you see it?” she asked me with a quivering voice.

I said to him and winked, then I watched as some parts of his face slowly turned red like I was flirting with him… It was a struggle not to laugh. With that, I turned around to leave and Lily followed suit. We got back to the room and the first thing I did was kick my shoes off before I sat down to massage my sole which hurt so bad from walking around in pairs of shoes that I wasn't used to for days. “My legs hurt so bad that I want to cry. I wish I won't have to wear shoes again!” I wailed out in despair as I kept on messaging my feet and pouting at Lily who was watching me with a small smile playing on her face.

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?"