Peyton List Bare Feet Novels & Stories

Today, I refuse to let my own fear hold me back. Peyton lowers herself into a crouch across from me, her gray fur rippling slightly in the morning breeze. Her body language is clear, ready, alert, inviting me to mimic her. I copy her posture, lowering my chest towards the ground, planting my paws wide for balance. My heart pounds, but this time it’s not just nerves, it’s focus. Determination.

"Hush. Just feel, okay?" His gaze locked on hers, he unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down. Bailey wriggled her hips so the jeans fell down to her ankles. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of them, kicking the jeans to the side. When she stood there, naked except for the tiny scrap of bikini panties, Zack stared and sucked in his breath.

I didn't want to be a complete ditz. “Yeah,” I answered. The pain was fading, but it still hurt. “I just stepped on something sharp.” Aiden dropped to his knees a took my foot in his hand. His gentle fingers probed my flesh and I had to put my hand on his shoulder for balance because he was making my world spin with want. “You're barefoot again,” he chastised gently. “It doesn't look like you broke the skin, though. You have something against shoes?” “You're just as barefoot as I am,” I informed him. “Besides, who goes swimming with shoes?”

"I’m going to take you up the mountain. I think you'll appreciate the view." With a plan in motion, Camden slipped into a pair of comfortable shorts and laced up her new hiking boots. Clayton, on the other hand, decided to go barefoot, preferring the feeling of a connection to the earth beneath his feet. They packed a few snacks and filled their water bottles before setting off.

"Shit!" "Here, let me help you," Hunter laughed. He squatted down and gently gripped her calf, lifting her foot much like he would a horse's. P.K. Chastain teetered on her left foot before she rested her hand on his shoulder to stabilize herself. Hunter removed her shoe, revealing a neat pedicure in the same shade as the fingernails and the lips.

"For me too, its more natural. I feel more like me there." "We all feel ourselves love," Lauren popped in, silently watching us as she was preparing everything. "It's just the nature of the best. It's what keeps us tethered. Keeps us going day in and day out." She sat on the bed, and then looked at me. "We can't be wearing your pointe shoes too, early, can we?" I laughed. "No. Hence why I want to be barefoot." "Like hell you're walking barefoot." Sam countered gasping from my idea. "We don't know what kind of terrain is there."

naked. I didn’t even think. I went. I didn’t wear panties. I didn’t bring excuses. I just walked through the mansion barefoot with my heart in my throat and my pussy already clenching like it knew what was waiting at the end of the hallway. He was sitting in a leather armchair with a glass of bourbon and no fucking shame. The fireplace was lit. His feet were bare. His cock was already out and hard in his hand. “Stand in front of the fire,” he said without looking at me. “Let me see what my son almost married.”

Amara gasps, “In those shoes?!” I peek down at my shoes and sigh. Six-inch stilettos, hard to walk in and I can't imagine running in them. “Barefoot, if I must. Let's go, you're taking notes.” I tell her, moving swiftly with her not far behind me.

“Okay, let’s head to the packhouse. Then I can make us some supper.” Peyton looked at my bare feet and shook her head. She went to the shoe rack and grabbed a pair of flip flops for me. I slid into them and gave her the biggest smile. It was hard to imagine that she was related to Freya at all. It just proved that there were bad seeds in the world. Freya was a bad seed. That did not taint what her family was though. Peyton held my hand as we walked to the packhouse. There were a few people hanging about, no doubt wondering what the hell happened, but I paid them no mind.

Kylar’s movements are deft and confident as he unfastens the buckle of his belt, letting it fall away. His pants are down the strong muscles in his legs, pooling on the floor as he steps out of them. Someday, I have to tell him how much I love seeing him barefoot. I didn’t think I had a weird obsession with it, but I love how he’s already lost his socks.