Scaramouche Feet Novels & Stories

Kaleb encouraged. “But, but… I have two left feet,” she reminded, her face turning white in each second that passed. “You were dancing earlier,” Kaleb pointed out. “Pfft. But not the center of the attention and besides, those were just stomping steps,” Scarlett pointed out. Kaleb ignored her warnings. He took her hand and soon the music began. Immediately on the first eighteen counts, Kaleb’s foot was already attacked by Scarlett’s heels, and it only got worse as the song progressed.

She stood just in front of him gnawing on her bottom lip and looking down at the ground in shame. Kane noticed two bare feet standing in front of him. His eyes were wide when he saw the scars that littered her legs. Without meaning to, he raised his head, his eyes mapping each visible scar on her body. Bridgette stood there in front of him, her arms and legs bare, looking down in shame. Her body was covered in various scars that had his eyes widening with shock and anger. He recognized marks from her being whipped but the others were just horrifying. She had chunks of skin missing where it had been flayed from her and bite marks littered her skin. Most of her scars had faded with time but so

He got down on his one knee and gently held her soft feet in his hand. Ara turned rigid. He brought his face nearer and ran the tip of his fingers along the curve of her feet. She clutched tightly at the bread spread as his touch felt ticklish. His thumb moved repeatedly on the top of her big toe where a scar was sitting. "What happened here?" he asked intrigued, as his thumb stroked the scar in a very smooth manner. "Huh?" she opened her eyes

She smiles and dimples appear on her cheeks, making her look like a little girl. Lou watches fascinated as she walks towards the stage, leisurely undressing, leaving her shoes at the very edge, at the speakers. On the ankle is a thin lace with a couple of bells and they gently rattle as she walks back and forth, adjusting the microphone stand to her short stature. This barefootness makes her so open and defenseless that Louis takes her breath away.

She glare playfully at him. “Don’t fall, I won’t be there to help you get up if you slip.” “Shut up. I won’t.” “You walked downstairs like some kind of queen. Just the way you did try walking like that okay.” “I won’t fall okay.” “Let’s go. There’s no rail to hold.” He mocked. She eyed him. And hissed. “I’ll show you I can walk well with heels.” “Sure. Sure.” She lift her feet and began walking with the heels. Sambas watched her. She walked past him. Brushing his shoulders as she walks.

“This is not war. It is dance.” Lena exhaled shakily as Damon extended his hand.She placed hers uncertainly. “Left hand on his shoulder,” Ruth instructed. “Good. Now—follow.” The music swelled, soft strings carrying a faint ache. Damon led.The first turn was chaotic as she stepped on his shoe, murmuring a quick, “Sorry.” He didn’t flinch. “Watch my chest, not my feet,” he said quietly. “You’ll follow better that way.” “I was born with two left feet.”

Note: The title is a request from the reader. You can add yours when sending a request. This also has a touch of FF action. ..... The tray was warm against her palm as she walked in. There were three glasses of whiskey on the tray, and they should have made the tray cold, but they didn't. Ray crossed the main floor of The Scarlet Sea with her bare feet since they weren't allowed shoes in there, for those who have a foot fetish. The apron she was putting on was the only covering she had.

The face in the mirror could be described as anything but average___ Large cat eyes, long, thick eyelashes, long nose, and small face. "The original host is indeed... beautiful," Scarlet mumbled dazedly, her fingers trailing the flawless face. Fateball scoffed. "You've mentioned 'indeed' twice already. Annoying face-con!" Oblivious to Fateball's anger, Scarlet continued admiring the face. Her lips parting and closing, as she checked every angle of the face, trying to see if there was any flaw that could affect her... seduction. The sound of footsteps snapped Scarlet back to her senses, and she quickly dropped her messy bangs. As much as she didn't want to spend any more minutes looking ugly,

Scarlet playfully rolled her eyes, her laughter echoing in the air. “I’ve only had one glass of champagne, Ryan,” she protested. “So, I’m not drunk. I know exactly what I’m saying.” As the music grew louder, Ryan tilted his head slightly, catching the rhythm with a grin on his face. He temporarily let go of Scarlet’s hand, spinning her around playfully before smoothly pulling her back into his arms. His strong arms wrapped around her waist again, causing Scarlet to let out a startled gasp as they briefly rested on her butt.

He laughed seeing her, did she think that his mom's one is prettier than hers? "Zoe, your shoes are pretty okay?" Scot said, then she looked up at him and frowned. Then again she looked at his mom's heels. "I know Scot, but look there's a one missing rhinestone in her right heel" Scot was choked hearing the thing she said. "Did she just count or how the fuck did she notice that one is missing?" Scot looked at his mom's right heel but he saw nothing. "Why did you even look at it? If you have nothing to do just look at me" Scot said as he pulled the chair for her at their table. She looked at him and smiled with a nod making his heart go wild. 'Why is she just so fucking adorable?' he thought.