Mina Kimes Feet Novels & Stories

“Play with your toy, not my shoelace, okay? I can’t be late.” If it were only me, I wouldn’t mind, but any man would take advantage of her as she was wearing a halter-neck, sleeveless white crop top, and black mini skirt. Jessamine let her dark amber hair fall freely on her back and put on light makeup and lipstick, but her clothes bothered me the most. Her skin on her waist waved hello to me as she leaned forward to tie her shoelace.

Dylan says. “Thank you,” I croak out with my dry throat. “I have water in the car, once we get there, Kaiya,” Dylan says. We are nearly at the vehicle when the back door opens and a feminine foot can be seen coming out of the back door. A feminine foot in black kitten heel pumps with a tawny complexion. Another foot follows and then a figure comes from around the dark door of the large vehicle. She is dwarfed by the enormous SUV, but I would recognize my best friend anywhere. I run to AMina and she runs to me, pulling me into an embrace and I wince when her hands hit tender spots causing her to gasp and look at me with fear, pity and concern written across all of her beautiful features.

Standing to leave would draw even more attention. Just as I convinced myself she’d stopped, I heard the creak of a chair. I glanced to my left. Nothing. Confused, I turned further. Mackenzie’s foot rested on the seat back, her pink flip-flops dangling. The rhinestones on the straps sparkled, and her long toes, painted a matching pink, flexed lazily. I stared too long. Her foot pulled away abruptly, and I snapped back to face the lecture. “You like my feet, don’t you, little perv?” she whispered.

Kate was so taken by them it probably looked like she was ogling them. As though to subvert the knee-high socks ban, Francine’s socks went the opposite way and shrank. She was indeed wearing white socks but they were liners instead of ankle-length. Her shoes were the prescribed black leather with, at most, one-inch heels but Kate inexplicably felt as though Francine was wearing stilettos.

“Just follow my lead, do what I do.” Ana stood on the other side while Kiki started some few movements. Kim almost tripped and fall but Ana caught her just in time. “Nah, I'm not doing this.” She shook her head. “She'll break a leg in that thing.” Isa chuckled. Few hours later, Kim managed to some steps and that was how far she could go. “I'm tired, I'm done for today.” Kim gave up and sat on the floor. “Maybe it's too much for a day.” Isa sat beside her and helped her take off the heels.

So I thought this will be perfect for her. I then came near the waterfall. Mary who was scrolling her phone pictures looked at me and asked "Where the hell you had gone and what's it in your hands?" I asked Mary to close her eyes. "What the hell you are doing Mike?" "Please Mary close your eyes.I insist." Mary closed her eyes. I sat in front of her on my knees and took her foot and removed her slipper. I took out the glass shoes from the box. I put her foot on my knees and then gently lifted it and put it into the shoes. It was a perfect fit.

Marcus often supported Kamila by holding her shoulder, and she embraced his waist. After about fifteen minutes of walking, Kamila saw a gazebo lying around with throw pillows. She said, "Let's take a rest there." Marcus helped Kamila settle down on the throw pillows. Kamila lay on her back, then suddenly, she kicked off her shoes and raised her left foot into Marcus' face! She said, "Massage, please. My feet are killing me." "You just kicked me?" Marcus complained. "Pfft! I did not kick you. I just raised my leg!" Kamila responded.

His laughter is pure mockery, and contempt sours my mood more than before. The door opens, then slams shut. “Mikael!” Tiny footsteps pitter-patter into the room. I never knew her feet were that small. They are what I mind when she emerges in my view. By Selena, they are dwarf-sized. I swallow the chuckle clambering up from my chest. Then my eyes meet her in whole, and the world stops spinning.

She was feeling thankful that she still had someone trustworthy by her side despite how tough her situation was at that moment. On the other hand, Mimi had walked all the way home. At the time, her house was quite some distance away, so she had ended up walking a good many hours by the time she arrived home. Her feet were even bleeding from all the friction she suffered during her journey. Even her toes were in great pain. However, as painful as her feet were, they still could not trump the pain she felt in her heart. It felt as if her chest was being ripped open and the softest part inside gouged out, leaving behind only a cold husk with no temperature left whatsoever.

What do I do? I open up my phone again and go back to Kim's page, looking through the photos I see one of just our feet side by side in her house, I don't even remember her taking it but she's captioned it with a simple heart and 'popping his GOT cherry' which make me snort out a laugh. There's a few posts of her and her friends, even one of her with Mason, Lloyd and Kian at her party, all four of them sticking their bottom lip out at the camera and I can't help clicking on it.