Scarlett Bordeaux Feet Novels & Stories

Over her blouse, she had thrown on a fitted leather jacket, a hint of her edgy style. On her feet, Scarlet wore white sneakers with a pop of color, vibrant red laces that added a playful touch to her ensemble. Her fiery red hair, which matched her name, cascaded down in loose waves, catching the sunlight. Her makeup was minimal but impeccably done, highlighting her striking features. Scarlet's fashion sense was a perfect reflection of her vibrant personality, blending casual comfort with a dash of edginess and a splash of bold color. Scarlet had always been a playful and an outgoing person, and she couldn't resist the opportunity to tease her brother and his dear girlfriend.

Dead people aren't supposed to look like that, or sound like that, or especially smile like that! "You like my feet, don't you, Bobby?" Shelly had pulled me down to my knees, tugging on my necktie until she had me right where she wanted me. Her legs were bare, but she had such smooth skin, toned and snow white, she didn't need stockings. Shelly wore patent leather shoes, expensive ones, probably, with open toes and spiked heels. Her toenails were red like her lips and fingers, and she had small, delicate feet. I'd spent three years selling shoes at Pay-Less as a teenage boy, so I had a lot of experience with women's feet and Shelly's were incredible.

I can do that. I slid off the bed in front of her, knees on the floor. Her glorious legs were at eye level. I picked up her left foot and removed her scarlet stiletto. Gently I caressed the arch tightly embraced in ultra-sheer nylon. Five brightly-painted little digits were packed in a tight row, the nylon so tight it outlined the rounded end of each individual toe. Her foot was graceful and athletic - it reminded me of Anna's - with an arch so high I'd earlier noticed the underside of her foot peeking above the sidewalk of her stiletto. The ball of her foot was round and prominent, the big toe bent upwards in a natural state of repose. In my hands her foot was silky smooth and glossy. A wor

"We can talk, but first, I need to vent my frustration." Scarlett wiggled her toes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Vivian, aren’t you usually pretty good at putting up with things? I heard you used to do Margaret Blackwood and her daughter’s pedicures. I’m not asking you to do all that work; I just want you to lick one toe. It’s a pretty good deal."

Evandros lost his steps and fell on the dirty ground covered with dead leaves. Once he got to his senses and raised his head, his pupils shrank. "SCARLET." He yelled at the top of his lungs, scarlet held the sword in her left hand as blood dripped down from her right arm. Her right sleeve was torn up and big claw marks can be seen on her white arm through which blood was pouring out like a rainfall.

52 cm scar from the eyes of this world. Putting on a blusher and contouring her features,were like a child's play for her. "Let the shoot begin"

Ever since he first noticed Sophia at the office party , specifically, the way her elegant black heels accentuated her perfectly arched feet , he couldn’t stop thinking about them. Sophia was stunning in every way, but her feet were her secret weapon. She knew it too. Tonight she had indulged him fully: a fresh pedicure with deep crimson polish that made her toes look like little jewels. Her feet were soft, smooth, high-arched, with long, elegant toes and perfectly proportioned soles that begged to be worshipped. She lay back against the pillows wearing only a short silk robe that had already slipped open, revealing the curve of her breasts and the smooth skin of her thighs. Marcus knelt at

I saw as I start driving to the pack house. As I pull up and park in front of the pack house, my dick gets hard all over again, as I step out of my car and see Scarlett waiting outside the packhouse, leaning against the railing of the porch. Her long, chocolate brown hair is in loose waves down her back and I can see her bright green eyes from here. Her curves look perfect in a red dress that wraps around her body, showcasing her cleavage as it ties at the waist. Her legs, perfectly toned from all her time training and sparring, look they need to be wrapped around me as she stands in a pair of black stiletto heels. Before she has a chance to move even an inch, I’m out of my car and on the po

Scarlett was ours; we would love and cherish her to the last day. "Have you noticed Scarlett's eyes are getting greener every day?" Maxwell said, and I nodded. I had noticed it too but Ignored it. "That is an unusual eye colour. It is almost neon, especially knowing she wasn't born that way." Clay deduced, and I sighed.

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.