Peyton List Bare Feet Novels & Stories

"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."

She pulls her glasses onto her face, her eyes still focused on the yacht we’re about to board. “Peyton, darling.” Gram pulls her eyes from the yacht and wraps an arm around Peyton. “Yes, Gram?” “Why is there nothing penis-shaped at this party?” “Gram, I never want to hear the word ‘penis’ from your mouth ever again.” Peyton shivers. “They’re ready for us!” Mom calls, taking the hand of one of the crew members as he escorts her up the stairs to the boat. Peyton excitedly claps before she throws the T-shirt at me. “Put it on, Preston. Let’s go celebrate one of my final nights as a Rhodes!” She runs away before she can hear any of my protests.

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.