Mina Kimes Feet Novels & Stories

Kevan's finger drifted down and turned to grip her slightly calloused heel. "Mr. Rogers…" she whispered very softly, abashed. "Mm?" Kevan responded while placing her foot on his knee, which shocked Larissa further. Did he not…think that it was nasty?! "It's…not sanitary…" She curled her toes. Hearing this, Kevan stared at her foot seriously for quite a while—Maybe it was due to long periods of being wrapped in stockings and leather shoes, but the skin of her feet was fairer than her arms. Moreover, despite having been cooped up in her shoes for so long, they did not look sweaty or smell nasty.

The clerk winked and I walked back into the dressing room to continue my one-person modeling gig. I literally put my foot down when he tried to get me into five-inch heels. “I’ll break my neck. There’s no way I’m walking in those.” “What about these?” They were three-inches. Never with another man would I consider them but with Killian by my side, they had potential. “I’ll hold onto you so you don’t fall.” He added full dimples to the husky words.

Jessie would never forget these things. She looked at Fifi who did not even ask any questions and was about to attack her. Jessie glanced at the nearly 10 cm tall high heels on her feet. Seeing that Fifi's long red nails were about to scratch Jessie's face, Jessie lightly moved her feet. The mattress at the door of the study was wrinkled by her without a trace. Fifi only wanted to use her long nails to scratch her face. This woman's fair face in front of her did not notice her feet at all.

In a row. I grabbed her hand and shook it, and she smiled devilishly and squeezed—just enough to feel dominant. And damn it, I liked it. Fuck, I was staring. "You confident you'll win?" I asked to distract myself, letting go of her hand. "Of course," she answered. "Kenzie was in track in high school." Shit. Miles leaned back, her elbows resting on the seatboard behind us, looking absolutely smug. I turned to look at our friend's run. They were passing yard five and both looked like they weren't breaking a sweat.

he asked, smiling at her in a way that made me want to smack it right off his face. “Y-Yes.” She recovered herself and beamed back at him, extending her hand for him to shake. “I’m McKenzie Kent.” “A pleasure.” The asshole kissed her hand. I gritted my teeth but kept my composure. “McKenzie and I were just—” “It’s so silly. I have a terrible time with these heels, you see.” She jumped in, still smiling at that snake. “But I insisted on Will letting me walk around on my own and, well, you saw what happened.”

She was wearing a black miniskirt that showed off her flawlessly slender legs. “You’re here.” Mya walked over in her black high heels when she saw Adrian’s car coming to a stop.

As she spoke, she gently reached out her feet from under her long gown. They were a pair of white-laced shoes. Although Charmine was 1.7 meters tall, her feet were only sized 36; tiny yet adorable.

He said, rolling his eyes. “Baby!” She shrieked, stepping towards him. She didn’t get the chance to say more nor did she proceed much farther in the pursuit of Kane. She took three steps before she rolled her ankle in her sky high black heels. Kane always thought of them as being similar to stripper shoes. Her eyes went wide, her arms flailing at the sides in hopes of keeping her balance. A few of the men snickered when she landed on her back legs spread wide open for all to see as she moaned and groaned on the floor. Her jean mini skirt barely covered anything to begin with and with her legs spread like that everyone got a good look at her uncovered kitten.

Lin Mei Zhen looked like a freshly ravaged Rabbit, but the person herself was unaware to this fact. She opened the wooden doors to see a petite woman wearing baby pink knee length dress which hugged her curvaceous body perfectly. The woman was about five feet tall wearing black stilettoes she reached only to Min Zhen’s shoulder. Her skin was milky white, with the face only the size of a palm. Her doe like watery eyes were looking at her with mouth agape, she looked at Lin Mei Zhen’s swollen lips then at the strawberry kiss marks which were all the way down inside her clothes from her white neck.

Her face, unlike her thin body, has the roundness of youth. "Did you need something?" Mila asks me with an edge. Ignoring her, I smile kindly at Madison. "Hi there, I'm Katerina." Madison shuffles her ankles together and doesn't smile back. "Hi." Her voice is light as air. I glance down at her feet on the stairs. Her shoes are old and chewed up, one of them missing a part of the shoelace so the tongue flops loosely. Mila coughs in a clearly fake way. "Excuse us, we've got business to get to."