Loser Fruit Feet Novels & Stories

My feet were throbbing, my hair smelled like smoke, and I was losing the little patience I had. I pulled out my phone and tapped Sophia’s name. She picked up on the second ring. “Hey Soph.” I greeted. “May? Are you okay? You sound like someone just stole your lunch.” I let out a humorless laugh. “Try my future. I just got rejected. Again.” The tears were freely flowing now. “Oh, May…” Sophia’s voice was as soft as a lullaby. She always sounded like she was speaking through a smile, calm and gentle. “I’m sorry.”

We hardly lasted three days when we met, and this is no different. “I have the wine in the fridge if you don’t mind getting it. I just really need to get out of these boots. My feet are killing me.” She says and I can just imagine that her feet are in pain with those heels on the boots. It might e sexy as fuck, but I can’t imagine that it is comfortable at all.

I point to the heels I had abandoned in the doorway. “Because those shoes are evil and I am pretty sure they were biting my feet off or something. Sadly, they are part of my uniform at work.” I explain. He raises an eyebrow. “Biting your feet off? Surely they can't be THAT bad...” he trails off. I lift my foot up and pull off my bunny slipper to reveal the blisters and red marks that marr the pale skin of my foot. “They are definitely that bad.” I state as I hold my foot up so he can see. It is almost comical how horrified Bellamy looks. He actually leans forward and grabs my foot, pulling it towards himself.

I said as I found the article I read not long ago about the lasting damage to your feet from wearing heels. Lexi took it, and read through it quickly than handed it to her mom to read. I watched each of their faces as they read. They looked kind of shocked. Norm tried to argue with me again, but stopped when Lexi’s mom handed him my phone to read the article. I shrugged, and put on the black flats, and tied them around my ankles. They were cute, but something was missing. I got up, and walked in them a bit. They were the right size, and comfortable. I still felt something was missing though. Susan must have seen my look because she walked over to me holding a plastic box. “Those can be modif

I tell him, “So I am going to head back. “ “Yes, yes. Sure. “ “I will see you around. “ I tell him and turn to leave. “Hey, Lilan, “ he calls after me, “Thanks. You are an awesome friend. And a nice costume tonight, by the way. “ “Yeah.” I mutter and walk away. The shoes I am wearing are super uncomfortable so I take them off and continue barefoot. The ground is super cold, and I step on a few small pebbles. I notice my fishnets are torn and I groan. “Fuck any of it, “ I say out loud. I feel like crying, but awesome friends don’t cry, right?

She was still fatigued, her skin was sticky; her hair was moist with perspiration; and her feet hurt like hell. With a groan, she wriggled out of her PJ trousers and knotted her cardigan around her waist, resigned to sacrificing more of them. It would expose some of her legs, but at least her feet would be protected. She took off roughly a foot from either side, then another smaller piece off the longer leg, and reattached them with her teeth. Her lips curled in a sardonic grin. At least my pants are even now.

His eyelashes were flickering, and tears crept out of the corners of his eyes. "I feel like I'm in a dream. Everything's just so wonderful. I'm so glad to have you by my side." He ran barefoot across the sand with his arms wide open. As the wind blew, he called out, "Jeanette!" He turned around to look at me. "I'm here."

“I mean, I haven’t even started on your hands yet.” His feet were useless, the achilles tendons cut. Wilder had smashed the bones of his feet with the hammer and used the garden shears to cut his toes off. His feet were half severed at the ankles thanks to the saw and even I didn’t know how much longer I could stomach what Wilder was doing.

Lifting her left foot, he spread the oil carefully, then, starting at her ankle, ran his hands in long, smooth strokes to her toes. He did this over and over, as Anya had taught him, until the oil was warm under his hands and he could feel the skin and muscles in her feet begin to warm and soften. ‘Gorgeous feet,’ Liam noted. ‘Shapely and long.’ But they were hard-working feet, too. He felt the gnarled spots and calluses where she stood on them all day. ‘No more toe ring… I missed that.’ Starting with the top of her foot, Liam worked between the tendons, then he moved to the sole of her foot, running his thumbs in slow, firm circles around the pressure points, one at a time.

Finally. I rubbed my soft feet on his very hard, stone-hard cock, forming a lube with my feet as I stroked his dick with them soft cold feets. Intentionally going faster on the head. Using my toes to spread the precum round his full leg to make it slippery. Playing with his dick--Flipping it between each feets as his precum spread on my skin.