Peyton List Bare Feet Novels & Stories

PIPER My boots patter on the smooth paved driveway of the Theta house, as I follow behind Paisley. She’s strutting in stilettos, while I’m marching in boots. It already feels like I’ve done something wrong. Why did I ever agree to this? Scratch that. Why did I agree to wearing this outfit? The plush, white and pink romper, with bunny ears attached to the hoodie is unflattering. Of course my big boobs push at the cheap and flimsy zipper, letting it be known at least that I’m a girl. But you can’t see any of my curves. Not the way Paisley is on full display. Cheeky underwear-like bottoms, with fishnets underneath, and a deep purple corset, that pushes her boobs up high. She fusses with them tr

became kinda "conveniently and consistently neglected to return." There weren't many people at all on the beach. They'd seen maybe one or two people total, one of which was very obviously out for a run. Rayan was certainly the only person barefoot. He made a big deal about wanting to put his toes in the sand for his first time ever at the beach. Scott initially advised against it, but his fiance's pouting face was hard to resist. So, while one hand laced tightly with Rayan's, the other held his fiance's shoes while they walked along the shore. Rayan wasn't about to admit how cold his feet were.

They had to look up at Zayn when faced him. They looked toward Zayn’s feet subconsciously only to realize that Zayn was not wearing platform shoes. In fact, Zayn’s feet were bare when he exited the room. “Mr. Larson, are you alright?” Gordon swallowed a gulp of saliva and asked cautiously. He discovered that Zayn seemed to be even more overbearing than before. He could constantly feel Zayn’s terrifying presence when he was standing in front of Zayn. It felt like he was standing in front of a mountain that soared straight into the clouds.

We are both breathing heavy. Then he tears them completely and pulls them down and off me. I step out of them still wearing my black, low-heeled boots that I bought in Vegas. They have small diamante studs on the heel. My favorite. “Fuck me, you look sexy with your jeans in tatters at your ankles and your boots on.” He wastes no time as he drops to his knees and parts my legs slightly. His knuckles graze my buttercup, lace panties. His nose goes to my core.

❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ Peyton stood up from the bed, she wore her pair of slippers and walked in the direction of Luca’s room. When she got to the door, she opened the door and entered the room. She could see Luca sleeping on the bed; the youngster spread his legs and occupied the whole space of the bed meant for a maximum of three people. Peyton gazed at Luca for about 12 minutes and walked in the direction of the standing fan. She reduced the speed of the fan, used a blanket to cover Luca’s body and moved out of the room.

He then turned to look at Levy and questioned, “Does your feet hurt a lot?” “It’s nothing,” Levy sighed with a shake of her head. “I am not used to such pointed heels and long hours that's all. In the prison we used to stay barefoot, sometimes the simplest shoes were given to us because our patrons did not want us to burn or stab our feet on something and make them lose their money. However, I have never worn heels…and that too for a day.”

Even Lily, probably clutching her stomach, nauseous from the sight of Hayden choosing me over her. Then reality hit: I didn’t have a single pair of decent shoes to match the look. My so-called shoe collection was sad—beat-up sneakers with the soles nearly falling off, off-white trainers that still passed as semi-clean, and these weird red shoes with holes meant for laces. I couldn’t use the money Mom gave me for new shoes because I had to stretch it until next month. Am I really about to show up in those off-white sneakers? Ugh. As I spiraled over my footwear dilemma, Tyra burst into the room—because of course, I forgot to close my damn door. She was panting like she’d just sprinted across c

"Your shoes will stain them..." As he spoke, he took off his shoes and stepped on them barefoot. He rebuked her in a low voice, "You! You don't know how to cherish the piano at all... Your shoes are dirty. How could step on pedals with shoes on?" "I'm sorry!" Danica stuck out her tongue in embarrassment and also took off her shoes. She was wearing a pair of flat sandals and did not have socks on her feet. With a slight smile, she stepped on the pedals barefoot. The moment she stepped on them, she was very excited.

He crouches down in front of me and pushes the bottom of my pants up slightly to reveal my ankles, my heart racing at the feel of his fingers caressing my skin. “Wh-what are you doing?” I question softly. “You will not be able to walk on the beach with heels. It’s much easier barefoot,” he explains, making my eyes widen. “Oh, I’ll do it, I…” I trail off, my breath hitching when his thumb glides along my foot. “Hush, I’m removing them, am I not? Besides, you have sexy feet...” I blush. My core clenches at the way he’s looking at my feet. The tingles from his touch travel through my leg and straight to my core.

Hearing footsteps approaching the door, I straighten my shoulders, raise my head and force a calmness that I'm far from feeling. When the lock sounds, I wish I'd done one last touch-up on my lipstick… Then he appears. He's wearing a loose white shirt, as shabby as I've ever seen him. His pants are black and he's barefoot! The CEO, who is always so formal, is barefoot and seeing him so at ease brings out the moment an aura of intimacy. It feels as if he's naked in front of me. I shake my head discreetly to dispel the thought and face him with a phrase ready on the tip of my tongue…