Lily Lou Feet Novels & Stories

I open it the same day for the first time, which he notes via text with three exclamation points, which is more visible enthusiasm than he's expressed about anything in four years of working together. Lily takes her first steps on a Thursday morning. Four steps. Deliberate and focused. From the coffee table to the armchair. She reaches the armchair and grabs it and looks up at both of us with the expression she gets when she's confirmed a hypothesis. Hope applauds. Actual applause. Standing ovation for her sister from a sixteen-month-old who has decided this is worth celebrating. Lily looks at Hope's applause. Then at her own hands. Then she applauds herself.

We’re going to make him bleed slowly. As the main course was cleared and dessert was served, the air in the room shifted again. Lily was feeling bold. Maybe it was the "victory" of the wedding, or maybe she just liked playing with fire, but she kicked off her heels under the table. She began to run her bare foot up Jamal’s leg, her toes grazing his knee, then moving higher. Jamal froze. He felt the heat rising in his neck. He looked at Lily, his eyes wide, pleading with her to stop. He looked at Kassy, who was sitting right there, laughing with her mother. He looked at Greg, who was still fuming about James’s marriage.

The tears, the darn tears was coming again. “This is Lily, as her name implies, she is a symbol of purity and innocence. She is 5 feet 6 inches, only 23 years of age, jet black hair and she's from Michigan... We are going to start our bidding from 1.5 million dollars, 1.5 million do I hear a 1.6?...”, The auctioneer continued the bidding on me like I was some sort of handmade crafts. I wished the tears would turn into any kind of weapon and destroy them all but if wishes were horses...

Lily’s voice was low and danger lurking around her tone. “Touch her, and I’ll make you regret it. You’ll wish humiliation was the worst of it.” Sid's eyes widened in terror as she shook her head rapidly, refusing my aim to help her. "You know what?" Lily spoke, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she grabbed the hot sauce container, dumping its contents onto the floor. "I want you to get down on your hands and knees and lick up every last drop of that hot sauce - and the juice that's spilled all over the floor.”

I guess that’s what happens when two people who were quarreling truly come together and decide to let go and make up. The conversation shifted as Denise glanced around the room. “Speaking of family, how’s my nephew? I’ve been dying to see him.” Lyra’s face lit up at the mention of Leo. “He’s with the nanny downstairs. Come on, I’ll take you to him.” “First, let me get off these heels and get into some flats. It's been killing me,” she said, removing her shoes. “I bet you had men breaking their neck trying to catch a glimpse of you at the office today,” I told her with a smile.

Lily stood nearby, playfully spraying him with the showerhead. "Oh, you little wildcat! Just wait and see how I'll punish you," he said, his voice dripping with mock severity. "Oh no, Mark, how can you be so distracted while working?" Lily teased back, their flirtatious banter echoing in the video. The next video was set in the soft light of early morning. Mark was sprawled out on the floor, half of his leg sticking out from under a blanket. Lily, holding an eyeliner pen, was carefully drawing cat whiskers on his sleeping face.

She watched as my eyes darkened while she stood bare in front of me, and then she walked towards me, swinging her thick hips. Lily got to me and knelt before me, then started to unbuckle my trousers. She tugged the pants off my legs impatiently and saw my dick, already hard for her. She then climbed the bed, straddled my thighs, and bent down to kiss my neck. I groaned lightly and reached between her thighs, finding her folds. She was already dripping wet. My fingers began to deftly move between the folds of her pussy. Lily let out a startled moan as I suddenly dipped two fingers into her pussy and our eyes met.

In front of Lyra, she took off her own clothes. "What are you doing?" Lyra's tone carried a hint of warning. Lily tossed her clothes casually on the sofa, wearing only a bra and panties, and a pair of cotton slippers on her feet. The slippers were also Lyra's, the teddy bear slippers she usually wore in the living room. Lily sneered, "Of course, trying them on! What's wrong?" She spoke confidently, looking at Lyra as if she were an idiot. Just as her hand was about to touch the dress, Lyra snatched it away.

LISA'S POV I find myself standing in a field of lilies, the moonlight shining down on the delicate flowers, making them glimmer as if they've been dusted with magic. It’s peaceful here, so serene and quiet. There’s no one else, just me and the endless sea of flowers as I walk barefoot on the soft grass beneath me. I don't know how I got here, but I feel content, as if this is where I was always meant to be.

With a wicked smile, Lily casually reached up to snap the tiny clip of her bra, dropping it on top of her shirt. "You said I couldn’t change your mind," she purred. "At least not with words." His mouth went dry, his brain shutting down as his desire settled into the driver’s seat. "So you think you can manipulate me with..." The words lodged in his throat as she slid down the zipper on her jeans and shimmied them down her body. There was a moment as she halted to kick off her shoes, then the jeans were gone and she was standing there in nothing more than a pair of white panties.