Nimona Feet Novels & Stories

Chapter One: Your Fine Fucking Feet! Nora’s POV “Bend a little… A small smile. Good.” The camera shutter clicks and flashlight flashes. With a body on fire, banging and hot like your next meal, I model clothes… lingerie. And when I want to go all out, I let the nipples poke the thin fabric, and my clit is evident in the thongs. Summer is approaching, a period to sample fine bikinis and sexy feet… Just like that of my photographer!

I said with a firm shake of my head. Ava held out the heels “These have a 4” block heel and will make it easier for you to walk. The insole is cushioned so it won’t be painful like the other one you tried on in the past.” She pushed them towards me and shook them, “At least try them on.”

I'm addicted to the smell, taste, and feel of Anna's feet. Anna's nylon foot in my hands and on my mouth overwhelmed my senses and filled me with unbridled lust. The delicate high arch of her foot, with the finest nylon mesh of her ultra-sheer Cervin's clinging to every curve, every bump, every depression. I ran my fingers along the bottom of her foot and thought about how the nylons led all the way up her glorious legs to Nirvana. I admired her five little toes, how the nylon clinging to them was so tight that each rounded little painted toe was defined and outlined in sheer black mesh.

Monique's watery almond-shaped eyes could not help but look up at him. As he said, he was looking down at her little feet. He lowered his head and his handsome eyes were so fascinating. Monique didn't notice that his foot was injured just now. She stretched out her jade-white little feet from her slippers, glanced at them, and stepped on them. After making sure that neither of his feet had stepped on the ground, he replied to Henry, "No!" Henry looked at her shaking little feet, which were white and tender and very cute. The nervous expression on Henry's face relaxed.

Every note she sang bounced back from a thousand screaming fans. At the front row, Naya and Gina stood frozen, their faces a mix of disbelief and rage. “How come?” Naya muttered under her breath, eyes narrowing. “Am I hallucinating?” “She’s wearing the same boots,” Gina hissed. “The same damn boots we destroyed!” Naya’s throat went dry. “But we cut the heels off. How is she even walking?” “Magic, maybe,” Gina sneered, flipping her sleek blonde hair off her shoulder. “Or luck. Damn, she’s always too lucky.”

They never looked comfortable when Luna wore them and they didn't look comfortable now. "Those are basics, right? Like they're things I need?" Serena pleaded. Lena shook her head pouting. "Sorry but basic are those," she pointed at a pair of flat black boots similar to the ones Maddox wore. "Dr Martins." "I like those," I said. Lena and Serena pouted at me and dragged me into the shop. I was thrown to a stool and ordered to remove my shoes so Lena could measure my feet. She grabbed a plastic board and placed it against my foot moving a slider down to my shoes.

And it does—every footstep a command, every inhale shows a declaration of detachment. Nioma walks beside him, her red gown whispering against the stone floor with each step. She glides more than she walks—deliberate, composed, like a queen newly crowned. Her posture is perfect, chin tilted just enough to feign grace, but high enough to reek of dominance. She walks like she owns this place now. And maybe, in a way, she does. Lumina walks a few paces behind, as expected. As required. Theon doesn’t say otherwise.

Gina said giggling. “Fine. Once we’ve eaten are we heading back home?” I asked. “No. Once we’re done here we’re going to get shoes.” Naomi stated. “Um. OK? Just know that I hate heels, and I spend most of my time in sneakers. I also really like my boots.” I said.

"Let's go settle the bill." Lina stood on the top step, staring into a pit of blackness. "Watch your step," Dominic whispered. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating from his soaked shoulder. "Feel for the edge with your toe. Don't put your weight down until you’re sure." Lina slid her boot forward. The rubber caught the wood. "Too loud," Dominic muttered. "These boots are three sizes too big." "Use the wall. Take the load off your feet."

She turned and noticed it was opened at the back, her legs were on full display, she smiled at herself. Not because of the dress! But because she's getting the chance to run away. Vina finally brought out the shoe from the box. Also, it was pure silver from the straps to its heel. It had stones on it, blue, and silver. It looked so beautiful. Alana had never worn shoes as beautiful as this. Even the ones that Mandy used to buy for her weren't as beautiful as this. She gently tucked her black coal colored behind her ears and cleared her throat