Tana Mongeau Feet Novels & Stories

Calla's POV "Hey Calla,I need you help on this" Julie announces as she walks into my office. She had a measuring tape around her neck and she was barefoot. She hands me a vouge magazine that was turned to page 47. There is a picture of Zendaya and the other cast of euphoria with glittery eye makeup and a review of it as a retrospective fashion comeback. "Ermmm..." I stood confused as my eyes couldn't help but stare at her feet--- she was barefooted. A little sigh of frustration left her mouth and she walked closer to me.

🎀MOANA🎀 I sat in the back of the taxi with my hands in my lap and my shoulders shaking and my breath coming in ragged gasps that I couldn't control. The gold dress was bunched around my thighs. My heels were off, sitting on the floor next to my bare feet. I had kicked them off the moment I got in the car because I couldn't run in them anymore.

“Why have I never noticed this extra skill of yours? We’ve been together for so long, yet you’re still keeping secrets from me! It’s not like I like wearing heels. The men around me are so tall, it’s like they inhaled hormones while growing up. I’d look way too short if I don’t wear heels, like a pumpkin next to bamboo trees. Do you really think that I can avoid wearing them? You, Mark, and Eric, which one among you is short?” Jackson chuckled at her. “Haha… You… seriously… Must you describe yourself in that way? I like you just the way you are; that’s good enough. Why should you worry about how others perceive you? Arianne isn’t any taller than you, and she wears flats when she’s next to Ma

She started to move her leg back and forth, definitely calling attention to her heels. I couldn’t help but notice, as she did this, that she had the most beautiful feet and toes I had ever seen on an 18-year old girl. They were flawlessly polished the most stunning shade of baby pink imaginable. She saw me admiring her legs and toes, and she smiled at me, as if encouraging me to get all the eyeful I wanted.

“You don’t have much of a height difference. If you master the shoes and then master a new set of shoes; they will have stilettos on the bottom of them. Then we can get you fitted for legs. You will then have to master moving your new feet heel to toe. You may also want to look at a stage name or keep your actual name for modelling. I could easily hide who I was. You may not want to or be able to.” “You really did put a lot of work into becoming Leona” Katrina gasps, trying not to fall over as she stands up in the high heeled shoes and decides to remain seated. “It took me three years, give or take a month or so” Simone states, beaming a smile as Tiffany walks into the office.

It’s just long enough down her thighs to work perfectly. Monica adds a skinny leather belt that encircles her waist twice, strappy Mary Jane stilettos, and a delicate pearl necklace. She doesn't have a full-length mirror, but she can visualise the outfit in her head. she was ready. Downstairs, she sees a minivan stopped near the curb. She can hear the music bumping from here, and the vehicle’s rocking from left to right, not from

Lawson’s POV My eyes are on my stepdaughter’s dripping body… Not her big breasts pumping out of the towel so much that they nearly pour out. Or the soft mounds of her ass barely covered by the small towel. Nor her sexy long legs dripping with beads of warm water. But her feet… ‘Holy fuck.’ I shut my eyes, registering the image of her golden feet. She’s got a fire body and the feet of a goddess. Those feet are small, sculpted perfection. Elegant. Her red sinful gel polish, shiny on her small toes that are spaced delicately.