Tana Mongeau Feet Novels & Stories

He said, rolling his eyes. “Baby!” She shrieked, stepping towards him. She didn’t get the chance to say more nor did she proceed much farther in the pursuit of Kane. She took three steps before she rolled her ankle in her sky high black heels. Kane always thought of them as being similar to stripper shoes. Her eyes went wide, her arms flailing at the sides in hopes of keeping her balance. A few of the men snickered when she landed on her back legs spread wide open for all to see as she moaned and groaned on the floor. Her jean mini skirt barely covered anything to begin with and with her legs spread like that everyone got a good look at her uncovered kitten.

Sweat dripped after thirty seconds. “Now partial step,” Mara said. “Slide left foot forward an inch. Use the brace.” Tiana focused. Left foot dragged forward, the brace helping, then back. Right foot easier. Ten reps. Her arms trembled on the bars. “Sit,” Mara said. Tiana lowered herself, breathing hard. Mara handed her water. “You are making faster progress than average. Your nerve’s waking up.” Tiana wiped her face. “How long until I walk without the brace?”

Keeva’s POV The red bottom heels feel ridiculous on my feet. I have never worn heels before and I would never wear ones these high. I feel like I’m walking on stilts. ‘Fuck!’ I stumble and twist my ankle. Jonas outright laughs and Alpha Channon tires his best to suppress his laughter, in an attempt not to make me feel even more embarrassed. ‘Maybe a training heel would be better?’ The stick thin, snooty personal shopper asks whilst rolling her eyes. He looks lustily at Channon and Jonas with no effort whatsoever to hide her want for them. ‘How about a nice kitten heel, elegant and you won’t break your neck if you fall off them.’ A nice young man with come into the room with a flamboyant entr

She opens the door casually and I'm just following her steps behind. Tanya is confidently sitting on the bed with her legs crossed and skin exposed. She's wearing an extremely red lip, floppy sun hat, and black two-piece with transparent laces stitched to it, but she isn't wearing anything for her feet. In short, she's seductive in any way, so I'm just standing behind Dandeline like a boy with a furious mother. "You found me." She smirks.

Gianna's POV "Ouch, damn it!" I decided to take refuge on the stairwell landing, the throbbing in my foot finally becoming unbearable. I slipped off my sandals, revealing the sorry state of my little toe on my right foot, swollen and angry-looking. The sandals themselves were starting to rub, adding insult to injury. And to top it off, I didn't even have a band-aid in my bag. What a way to start the morning. And of course, it was pouring outside. Just perfect! I unfurled my umbrella and pushed myself to my feet, but the combination of wet shoes and slick stairs proved disastrous; my feet went out from under me, and I lost my balance.

Boys aren't supposed to look like that, or sound like that, or have size seven feet! "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, tanned and toned, 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, female 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.

She had scanned through the dance floor several times but she still could not find Henry. Monique slipped her foot into her heels and got ready to go search for Henry. Since Monique was not used to wearing heels, she spent all her focus on balancing on them while she walked. She did not notice that the heels were cutting into the back of her ankle. Nick saw her and said, “Hold on a second.”

"You can't wander around barefoot." I glanced down at my feet, having forgotten my barefooted state amidst my anger and jealousy. Blaise motioned to Tim, who was holding a box. Tim handed it to Blaise, revealing a pair of Alexander Wang's mule sandals. Blaise knelt down, gently placing my hand on his shoulder for support. My heart went into overdrive as he lifted my right foot, tenderly wiped the sole with his hand, and slid the sandal onto my foot. I felt like I was melting like wax. Blaise could be sweet when he wanted to be. He repeated the process for my left foot, and just as he stood up and I was about to offer him my heartfelt thanks, a voice called out his name from a distance.

From a distance, they could hear the rhythmic tapping of shoes against the floor, accompanied by the lively beat of jazz music. Finnegan had cleared out one of his basketball gyms for Merida's practice. They quickly saw Merida, who was dressed in a bright orange-and-yellow outfit, with her tap shoes clicking rapidly as she moved across a series of raised platforms.

All these instructions rang in Lea's ears. The tension was overwhelming, making it difficult for her mind to work. All she could do was nod her head uncertainly. Shane looked at Lea and hissed softly, "Take your shoes off. Hurry up. You can't run fast in those heels!" Lea immediately obeyed Shane and took off her shoes, now standing barefoot. Oh, how strange she must look. A balloon dress underneath with bare feet. Damn it! It was good that the dress was short and allowed her to run fast and unhindered.