Loser Fruit Feet Novels & Stories

"You know, to get assaulted by men with posh shoes." "Posh?" I peer down, lifting my eyebrows once realizing she is right. I'm wearing my GUCCI leather loafers, and while I've never thought of them as luxurious, I can see why Daria would think that. They appear fancy but are now sprinkled with grey paint. "Oh, these old things! Pfft!" I play with my feet, dancing forward with Daria. "They weren't that nice." Daria snorts, and I always swoon, absorbed by the light in her emerald-colored eyes. "Right, those shoes only cost an entire week of my salary or something?"

“Now, just start smashing—your feet will do all the work of breaking down the skins so the juices can properly ferment.” Chris sighed heavily but complied, albeit stiffly at first as he got used to the unusual motions and sensations. I bit my lip to keep from laughing outright at the look of intense concentration on his handsome features, the tip of his tongue poking out ever so slightly as he focused on mastering the technique. It wasn’t long, though, before the simple, rhythmic motions seemed to work their magic on him. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed and his frown lines smoothed out—and soon we were both stomping and swishing with abandon, our laughter echoing off the low brick ceilings.

𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚. 𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒅.

The two men were confusing her as much as they were making her feel desired which only messed with her emotions. “ Argh, why me?” Levy questioned as he rubbed her face as she kicked off her heels that were biting her feet. Even though the heels that she wore were comfortable, Levy was not used to them at all which was why she rubbed her feet with her hands trying to ease the reddish mark on her pale skin as she tried to suppress the embarrassment that was rising in her heart.

I rolled my eyes at how he was majorly failing to put distance between us. I pulled the tissue paper back, and it revealed a black pair of Louboutin peep toe pumps. My eyes grew wide as the patent leather was glistening in the sun that shone threw the windscreen of my car. I lightly touched them and a small smile came across my face. What an asshole, I laughed.

Felza's POV FOUR YEARS LATER “Halo, Oh my God!” I yelled, dragging her away from the kitchen. She placed her small hands on mine, trying to pull my hands away, but I shook my head and halted, “Halo, what did I tell you about trying to make a dish?” she lowered her gaze, circling her toes on the ground, “and what did I tell you about wearing your shoes.” she tucked some loose strands of her hair behind her ears, smiling from ear to ear, “Mother, walking barefooted helps me walk faster. Walking with the shoes slows me down.” I facepalmed myself and sighed, “Halo, everyone walks around with shoes. You have to get used to it.”

Franz snapped as he stared at the pair of blue eyes that were now wide open. "Always use the same threats. You are the most annoying man in the world!" Phoebe stomped on Franz's shiny leather oxfords so she could be free from this man's embrace. "Ouch! Badass Queen is so hard to be tamed even when she’s dressed like a real queen. Wait, My Bee!" Franz felt the backs of his legs going numb for a moment, surely it would be bruised from that unexpected attack of the Barbarian Queen's killer heels. Fortunately, his shoes are limited edition with the best materials, otherwise, his foot will definitely swell crazily tomorrow.

What’s more, I’m getting bullied by these prison tyrants. At this time, Chloe looked at Elaine and sneered as she said, “I heard that people from Oskia are very fond of foot massages. It just so happens that the soles of my feet have been feeling uncomfortable for the past two days. Go and get a pot of hot water and give me a foot massage!” Elaine subconsciously said, “I... I don’t know how to...”

Even if it’s just a touch. I nod and scoot up onto the bed and lay down comfortably, “I have oils? Is that okay?” his husky voice asks me. I smile, “I have always loved a little slip n slide.” I confess. Mr. Landa chuckles and reaches for the oil on the bedside, massaging my feet with it. This actually feels amazing. I have never hated my feet being touched. Is it weird some men objectify them over my breasts or ass? A little but why is it so shameful to be a foot guy? No one makes fun of ass or boob guys.

The voice grumbled. It was such a vivid dream that it appeared real. My feet touched the ground and I put them in the bunny slippers in front of me but first, I paused because the legs I had in this dream, rather than my pale, dried-up feet that could barely support my body, were strong and healthy to the point it made my eyes water. I had suffered so much that I was now dreaming of healthy feet!