Peyton List Bare Feet Novels & Stories

' Lisa twitched the corners of her lips. Like a gentleman, Brad held her smooth and small fet in his large palm and slipped the slippers in them. Lisa was dumbfounded. This man changed his aura just for this. He could have told her instead of scaring her. "You can't roam around with bare foot. Understood?" Brad sternly said. Lisa nodded her head in a trance. "If you need job, you can come to me bit you don't have to sell your body." Brad harshly said. His words piercing her heart.

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.

Maybe a peaceful walk will soothe my nerves. I look down at my bare feet and run back inside. I will never take a walk outside in complete bare beet. There's no reason; it is just common human sense. I decide to peel on my Nakefit footpads. I bought them on a drunken whim with my co-workers. That was two years ago. I walk out of my house and begin my trip. The first place I'm going to is the park. It's quite close to my house. But I haven't walked there since I got my Hybrid.

He sent her away. “All right, then. Have it your way.” Clay blows out a breath, reaches behind his back, and peels his shirt off over his head. My wolf cocks her head. His skin is goose-bumped, his dark nipples beaded. His hands move to his belt. Neither of us look away. He shucks his jeans and boots and stands barefoot on the cold pebbles, his long cock pale and dangling between his hairy thighs. He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders.

Their disapproval lingered in the air. Some of them laughed at my bare feet. Magnus looked confused. "Adira, I bought you shoes..." I met his gaze, my voice soft. "I like to be barefoot. It helps me feel connected to the earth, to everything around me. I may not have a wolf, but when my feet touch the ground, it's like I can hear the heartbeat of the land itself." He took off his shoes. I smiled, my eyes never leaving his face. Magnus’s POV

With Jackson back at the building site, I decide to take advantage of the mild weather and go for a short walk. Again, I’m back in denim shorts, another camisole, and bare feet with my hair in a braid. I could go in and slip some shoes on, but this walking in the forest with bare feet thing is something I picked up from Talis, and it’s strangely freeing. If I wasn’t sure Jackson would lose his shit about me shifting during the day, I’d go for a run—public forest or not. But going for a run on public land is so beyond dangerous that I’m not about to risk it.

"Just a suggestion, but if you plan to come out here in the moonlight again you might want to wear something a little less, uh, flimsy than that T-shirt." Peyton looked down and felt herself blush to the roots of her hair. She hadn't expected to share living quarters, so she hadn't given a lot of thought to her wardrobe. She was wearing her oldest sleep shirt. When she looked down, she realized how thin it was, how worn after all these years. Her nipples poked at the fabric and stood out like giant gumdrops, and her purple bikini panties might as well not have been covered at all. "I, ah, I'm - "

Lily commented coming out of the bathroom dressed in tiny cut-off jeans and a tropical shirt that was unbuttoned, showing her lace bra tied together just under the fabric. "Thanks," I mumbled. Peyton walked out of the bathroom next, dressed in a long white maxi skirt with a slit up each leg and a strapless black crop top. "I'm so digging this whole operation," Peyton mumbled, a silly smile on her face. "Well that's good and all. The two of you ready?" I asked and they nodded. "Great. See you both in a few days," I told them and walked out of the door first. I went down to the parking lot, not many people were around, so my eyes scanned for a vehicle.