Novel & Cerita Scarlett Bordeaux Feet

“Do you mind if Scarlett joins us?” I turned back around and felt like I’d just walked into a trap. “Not at all.” “I thought it was best to give her an introduction.” He turned back toward the arch that led to the parlor, and she appeared a moment later, wearing a leather skirt with a silk blouse tucked into it. She wore stilettos too, but she walked in them like they were flats. She had her father’s height, nearly six feet in those heels, but she was still shorter than both of us. She was fucking beautiful…as always.

“I’m the opposite. I get cold easily and my hands and feet feel like ice if the temp drops below eighty.” I laugh. “I can tell.” She lays back, throwing the blanket over her legs. I don’t mean to keep rubbing her feet, but I do, making sure she’s properly warmed up. She twists, laying on her side but keeping her feet on my lap. I swallow hard, tempted to run my hands down to her thigh and see if the skin on her calves is as smooth and soft as I think it’ll be. She inhales deeply, slowly moving her feet against my thigh, and I can’t help but think she’s doing it on purpose. Does she know the effect she’s having on me? Certainly a woman like Scarlet is well fucking aware of what she can do to

I glanced at the mirror one last time after I was done before pulling open the door and walking out of the bathroom Alessia squealed with glee and Scarlett gave a wolf whistle when they saw me "Oh my goddess, you look amazing!" Alessia squealed louder, clapping her hands excitedly Scarlett nodded "I have to agree but you're missing one more thing" "And what's that?" She flashed me a cheeky smile before walking over to my closet and reaching into the lower compartment where I kept my shoes. She pulled out my favourite black high-heeled boots and held them out to me

He glanced at her; she was studying her menu, a picture of innocence. He tried to focus on the Burgundy versus Bordeaux debate in his head, but then her foot slid higher, the pointed toe of her shoe tracing the inseam of his trousers. A jolt went straight to his groin. His breath hitched. “Something wrong, darling?” Scarlett asked without looking up, a faint smile playing on her lips. “No,” he managed, his voice slightly strained. Her foot settled firmly against his growing erection, applying a gentle, persistent pressure through the fabric. She began a slow, rhythmic rub. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Scarlet’s hand jerked mid-motion, and instead of landing on me, the entire glass of dark red wine splashed across her own chest. There was a moment of stunned silence. Scarlet froze, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared down at her now-ruined dress. The deep burgundy liquid soaked into the delicate fabric of her gown, spreading rapidly and leaving a dark, ugly stain in its wake. The crowd around us seemed to collectively hold its breath, watching the scene unfold in slow motion.

'That's the spirit' the voice drummed its approval in Scarlett's head as she stepped out on to her porch in a bright red dress, red come-fuck me heels and with her full lips coated in red lipstick. There was no need to cry over spilled milk.

As I had all day, I complied. He watched me undress and dress intently before he went to the closet returning with my 5" red stiletto heels. I slipped my feet into the heels, buckling the straps around my ankle. "Now, stand and turn around." I turned, knowing he was getting a nice view of my ass that hung just below the arch of the garter. "Can I turn around now yet?" I said after looking out the window for a few minutes and waving mockingly at our neighbor's house.

She hands the bag to me and I open it to see a black box with red ribbon on it. "What is it?" I ask her. "It's for you." Alex says. "Open it." Aurora says. I look at Aunt Sara for her opinion and she shrugs. I open the box and see a pair of loubotin heels. It is of black colour with gemstones adjourning it and a red massive bow at the ankle that will totally go with the dress I bought. It is the most dazzling pair heels have ever seen. I close the box and look at Alex.

She had obviously been enjoying the ale too. Scarlett smiled at her friend and stood up. “I’m going to get us more to drink.” But before she could move, Mimbi pushed her back down on the chair. Startled, Scarlett looked at her quizzically. Without saying anything, Mimbi sat on Scarlett’s lap. “I’m so happy, I wish tonight would never end,” she said, brushing off some hair out of her face. On the other hand, she had some red berries, and she took one to her mouth. Her lips were stained red from the fruits.

~DIMITRI~ Happiness has a sound. It’s soft. Almost imperceptible. Like breathing beside you in the dark. And because it’s so quiet, you don’t notice when it starts to drown out your instincts. Scarlett hums under her breath as she moves around my kitchen, barefoot, hair loose down her back. She’s wearing one of my shirts again, too big, sleeves rolled up, collar slipping off one shoulder. The sight of her like this does something dangerous to me.