Tana Mongeau Feet Novels & Stories

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 decided I would look into this matter as there was something missing and Hannah herself was unaware of this. Now that we are heading back to the US I'm more determined to keep her. I cant give her love but I can provide her with security, which is something she has lacked from a very young age. As im lost in thought Hannah moves in trying to find a more comfortable place, causing her blanket to uncover her dainty feet. Just the sight of her feet have me all excited, she has the most perfect feet the perfect size against mine. I don't have big feet compared to my height of 6ft 7inches I was a size 47, which by no means correlated with any other part of my body, Hannah was the same her shoe

Avery took a deep breath, as if she were letting out all the foul, pent-up air she had been holding in her chest for four months. Then, she swiftly bent over and pulled the painfully tight, sharp-toed heels off her feet. "I can't do this anymore. My toes have officially given up." With zero concern for her image, she tossed the pair of expensive heels aside and dropped onto the smooth concrete steps barefoot. While rubbing her aching ankles, she glanced at the glasses they had just used and curled her lips in disgust.

A single blemish, a single uneven muscle line, and the wearer looks like a deformed beast trying to mimic royalty. "He will look like an absolute monstrosity," Tahlia whispers to her mother right outside my door, unaware that my heightened wolf senses can pick up her lowest frequency vibration. "And those five-inch silver-heeled combat boots I left by the threshold? The feral idiot has probably spent the last decade running barefoot through mud. The moment he takes two steps down the grand stairs, his ankles will snap beneath his own clumsy weight. I want the entire Condex council to watch him roll to the bottom."

“I'd rather not dirty what I have on.” I had been so focused on the emotion I thought crossed her face that I hadn't noticed what she had on. She looked like the complete bombshell she was in her tight flared black dress and her long blond hair in a ponytail Ariana grande style. Our eyes went to her legs and we saw she had three inches of sandal heels on. I scoffed as I shook my head at how obvious she was being. Adam would take one look at her feet and surmise that she had been faking the whole thing all along.

I can feel her relaxing. “You, on the other hand, have the most beautiful feet. You don’t happen to have an OnlyFans account by any chance?” I ask while massaging the arch of her foot. I’m guessing it’s an erogenous zone because she tosses her head back and lets out a deep moan. “Why? You want to manage my foot fetish clients? I hear there’s big money to be made,” she laughs. She looks at me while I continue working my magic with her feet. They feel soft and supple, with dainty veins running up and down. Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means.

I knew it was important, it had to be… But what was it? Just then my brain fog lifted, and I felt completely normal again. I looked up to see Haven walking through the foyer towards me. Damn she was beautiful in her black crop tank with a skull on it and daisy dukes. She was barefoot with a puka shell anklet, and her toenails were glittering with silver polish that matched her silver nails.

I gasped in mock horror. "You're mean, but it's fine. I'll pick something else." I went for a white top with cute inscriptions and replaced the sandals with a pair of black converses. Tana on the other hand, replaced her whole outfit with a pink polo top, white jeans and a pair of black sneakers she borrowed from me,at least we had the same shoe size.

When I was drying myself, I heard Maya coming in my room and jumping on my bed, I smiled and finished putting my clothes on. I walked out of the bathroom expecting her to be sleeping on the bed but she was standing by a now opened window. She was dressed to go out, black bootcut jeans with her gray converse and a cute XXL gray mid-thigh hoodie. Always dressing to camouflage her curves, Curves I would die to have. While I was a small 5.1 foot girl with no particular trait that could distinguish me from the crowd, she was a 5.5 foot woman with all the needed curves in the needed places. The funny part is, despite the fact that she tries so hard not to attract attention to her self, there is al

As Renee felt something brush against her foot, she paused mid-sip, slightly startled. Lowering her gaze, she noticed a polished leather shoe resting beside her high heel. Her feet, size 37, were average—neither big nor small—but now, compared to the man’s shoe, they looked like a child’s toy. Her eyes traced up from the shoes, following long legs wrapped in sleek black trousers, the sharp crease in the fabric exuding a sense of restrained power. Renee didn’t look for long, assuming the contact had been accidental, and instinctively moved her foot away.