Peyton List Bare Feet Novels & Stories

ALAYNA’s POV The second the banquet ends, I yank my heels off. “Finally,” I breathe, wiggling my sore toes in the cool grass. Those heels were instruments of torture. Ezra chuckles beside me, reaching for his jacket and draping it over my shoulders. “I’ve come to realize how much you love going around barefoot.” “That’s because those fancy heels hurt,” I mutter, grateful for the warmth of his jacket. “You try stuffing your feet into those medieval foot prisons and smiling through it.”

Three bare feet. One forever-frozen moment. No hospital gowns. No tuxedos. Just the truth. Just love. Just them.

he says. “That’s for the adults. We don’t have to do that. We can just do something that makes us comfortable,” I say. “So, what are you comfortable at?” he asks me. I smile as I sit on the chair next to him and take off that high heels from my feet. I place the both heels beside me and then stand on my bare foot. “Why are you on barefoot? You will be cold,” he screams as he sees me barefoot but he doesn’t know I have walked barefoot so many times and it’s not even uncomfortable for me. Surely, it is little bit cold but not to uncomfortable.

I paid off every debt, cut off every way to reach me, and spent the last of my money on a train ticket heading to the south. I was living life rough and just barely scraping by. However, as my legs never got proper treatment, the damage to them became permanent. The pain would drive me insane almost every day. But, as enough time passed, I became numb to it…

One zero though, he is just as fair as all his siblings and she likes them dark. His feet are closed with the most recent black and white puma Cali fashion sneakers she's seen weeks ago in a magazine. Her lips could only stay wide because those shoes are pretty darn expensive, he already has them? She drooled on those shoes for hours trying to think what price possession she has so she can sell them off to buy them. She loves sneakers way too much, maybe more than she's ever loved her own boot cut pants and that is Suhayr saying something. Boot cut pants are her number one priority after being rich.

Peyton, meanwhile, slipped into a pair of well-fitted jeans and a pristine white t-shirt. Dressed and ready, Ava couldn't help but steal glances at Peyton. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time, not as a mere fixture in their shared life with Carver but as a distinct individual. Her gaze traveled over the broad expanse of his shoulders, down to the defined contours of his pectoral muscles and abs, faintly visible through the fabric of his shirt. The jeans hugged his thighs, showcasing their muscularity, and as he moved, she noted the grace and strength in his gait. Peyton had always been there, but in this moment, she truly saw him, the depth of his emotions, his raw physicality

Ryan said as he caught me from falling and set me back on my feet, "Note to self, don't let you drink this much in Siesta Key." I stumbled along as I replied, "Yes; for real, please don't," I wobbled again and nearly rolled my ankle in my high heels. "Ughhh, hold on, I can't walk in these shoes." I held on to Ryan's toned bicep as I reached down to pull them off. "Ewww don't! You can't walk barefoot!" Ryan protested, "Come here." I let him easily scoop me up in his arms and hold me tight to his chest. "Those shoes are killer by the way," he commented.

she bites her lip as she grinds my cock while she unbuckles my belt and started kissing my chest the moment my shirt joins her clothes on the floor. "His moans make me want to fuck him harder, your soft little whimpers never fail to make me feel dominantly yours." Her hand trails down and started stroking my length. I couldn't take it any longer when stripped naked and reached out for my condom. Peyton was standing on the side of my bed when she sexily took off her bra and shimmied down from her nude panties until it reaches the floor. "And how do you feel when Kyle slapped my ass?" she asked as she positioned herself on all fours, presenting me with her ass and making me groan.

"Yes, it's not that far." We stopped as she takes off her heels and dipped her feet in the sand. "I've been wanting to do this since I saw you walking barefoot on the sand earlier." She sighed and looked even more beautiful. Deep breath man. You can do this, just act casual. We reached my place ten minutes later, wash our feet at the outdoor shower and walked barefoot into the house. "Wow...models do get paid a lot." She looked at the surroundings, then put her purse on the side table.

I thought he would go easy on me, but I was wrong. Every day, I would go hiking with him. While he ran in his majestic, black wolf form, I was on my bare feet. My soles grew calluses running through the thick branches and pointed stones. I love running, don’t get me wrong. However, I made sure to always wear sneakers doing it! In Peter’s case, however, he refused to allow me to wear one. In his words, it would help me get a feel of what it was like living in the woods away from the comforts of the community I was born in.