Sleeping Feet Story Novels & Stories

I didn't want any of that so I stayed calm and sat on the rock. I found it by the side of the cave and rested my head onto the wall of the super cave. It was cold and felt like I was soon going to start shaking because of the excess water I have been into. I grabbed my hands together to make it warm for me, but there was nothing I could do about my feet because I lost my shoes a long time ago while trying to run away. I shut my eyes for a moment before I couldn’t know it. I was already deep asleep. That was when I began to hear the sound of footsteps approaching the amount of give where I was sitting.

It’s super relaxing. Or maybe he does find them sexy… I’ll find out when I mark him. I’m going to test it out. I’ll keep you updated. I might need to throw out all my sneakers and replace them with sandals or other open-toe shoes. Winter will suck, though. Anyway, Ford began massaging my feet, and it felt amazing. So relaxing that I dozed off like five minutes into the foot rub. I didn’t wake up until the plane started to land. When I did, I noticed Ford had fallen asleep as well, holding my foot like it was his favorite stuffed animal.

The bed suddenly sank, and before Jane could speak, her feet were already wrapped in a ball of warmth. She opened her eyes abruptly, and there was not a hint of sleep. Looking at the end of the bed, the man was on his knees. His long, broad hands were carefully cradling her feet in his arms and laying them on his lap. As she saw this, a stream of blood from the bottom of her foot hit the top of her head. There was a ripple and panic in her heart as she stretched out her foot to avoid him. The man's hand, broad and strong, seemed to sense her resistance. The man looked up at her, smiled innocently, and said, "Janey, Sean is covering your feet for you."

Tears started rolling down my eyes as I realized my bare waist was on display for him and my loose bun was messy because of the sleep. “Eh!” I hissed when his cold fingers touch the bare area of my waist just below the hem of my blouse. I felt like electricity passed through my body and reached my toes to make them curl and then I realized I was still wearing heels as I slept in them. He must be angry because I slept on his bed with my heels on. “I asked you something.” His deep exotic voice finally made me look above at him to find him looking in eyes already. I was glad he wasn’t looking anywhere else but his fingers were compensating for that.

(Lily POV) I moved causing me to fall where I was sitting. And here I am on the floor. Ouch why did I sleep sitting? You are crazy, If emotion does it first, you won’t know what to do. Haysss… I feel the place around me and I feel feet . the person is sitting on the chair too. Wow, this feet is so soft, and the cloth is a bit rough. But the smell is familiar to me so I try to recognize it. I moved my head near, kneeling and seems like praying at the church.

I close my eyes trying to figure out what I could do to distract me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming down the hall towards my room. I sit up quickly. Who is visiting me now? Is it Mommy? I jump off my bed and race across the room. The footsteps are getting closer and louder. Whoever they are, they aren't alone. The footsteps stop right in front of my room. I put on some running shoes and a jacket and step outside. When I see who they are, I feel as if the air is knocked out of my lungs. "Hi," they murmur softly, nervously. "We heard you were sleeping." My mouth falls wide open. "How long did you guys stay up watching over me?" I ask quietly.

It was about three in the morning, Mason and Freya were still sleeping and hugging each other while I was just on the other side of the bed and could not go back to sleep because I was thinking too much right now. When I could no longer control myself I got up from the bed, I walked out of Mason's room, and went to the kitchen to get some cold water. As I was drinking the cold water I suddenly heard footsteps causing me to slowly put the glass on the table and walk out of the kitchen to see whose footsteps I had heard.

I slowly left Reid's side. "Good night," I whispered. "Good night." He could no longer stand because Reid's thigh was wrapped around his waist. I slowly closed the door and went to my room. ------- EUGENE FUERTES I woke up with a heavy thing on top of my stomach. I looked up and immediately saw a foot resting on my stomach. Then I realized that I had slept in another house and that Reid was next to me. He was lying upside down so that his foot was facing me. He was naughty when he's sleeping. I still remember when he was a baby, he would cry when I held him and only stop when his mother picked him up.

Both children fell asleep, and Harry hugged them one by one, but did not wake up. Stacy was a little sleepy, and she lay next to the two children to sleep without taking a bath. Harry put hot water in a basin by the bed, "get up and wash your feet before going to bed." Stacy got up, put his feet in the basin, and asked, "Will you let people go?" Harry washed her feet. Her feet were slender, slightly smaller, and snow-white, with toes like tender lotus buds. He squeezed the back of her instep and her calf and asked, "Are your legs? Swollen?"

We’d laughed, flirted, and shared funny and embarrassing stories. His huge hand in mine felt right, as if it belonged there, which was surprising because I never thought I could feel this happy again after everything that had happened in my past life. I snuggled deeper into my blankets, letting a small smile creep across my face. “Maybe we can finally be okay,” I whispered to myself, as a bit of hope fluttered in my chest. My eyes finally lulled closed, and I let sleep take over me. Somewhere in the night, a sound jolted me awake. I frowned, straining to listen. What the heck? Was that… footsteps? My heart pounded as I sat up, the covers falling away. “h-Hello?” I called out, my voice shaky.