Novel & Cerita The Big Toe

Nodding my head as yes , I followed her to the infirmary and the nurse started to treat my woulds, "By the way, don't do that again" Tylor said out of nowhere , "Do what?" Unable to understand her , I asked in confusion, "Don't ever speak to Xavier in that tone , you're quite lucky he has boxing practice today or else I don't know, what would that guy do to you" She said as the fear was clearly visible in her eyes , just who is this Xavier anyway? "Why? What do you mean?" " 'Xavier Bass' he's a university's 'Big Bad' and if you want to study without getting yourself in trouble than you better stay away from him"

Now feeling wide awake, he slipped out of bed silently and tip-toed out of the room. He wasn’t hungry, actually he was feeling quite nauseous. He went to the fridge and began drinking an exorbitant amount of pepto-bismol. This didn’t seem to help, as the next thing he did was filled the kitchen sink with his expelled stomach contents. Now feeling wide awake and completely drained, all he wanted to do was think of ways out of this problem.

With this kick, a large piece of flesh on the big toe of her right foot had gone missing. Mia Kyle frowned because of the pain. But because she had used too much strength just now, she slept deeply. The doctor cleaned up the wound but didn't wake her up. After treating the wound, the doctor left and reported to Neil Brown who was waiting outside the door, "Miss Kyle has a big piece of flesh missing from her right big toe. It must be painful, even as I helped her clean the wound. I didn't expect that such a delicate little girl like her wouldn't cry out in pain."

An Army mule had tromped the toe ten years before, and since then it had stuck out slightly in the wrong direction, just enough to make his boot rub a corn. The only solution to the problem was to cut holes in his boot, which worked fine in dry weather but had its disadvantages when it was wet and cold. Gus had offered to rebreak the toe and set it properly, but Pea didn’t hate the corn that bad. It did seem to him that it was only common sense that a sore toe made more difference in his life than a woman he had barely spoken to;

I scream and kick it, realising too late that I’m not wearing shoes. My toes crunch loudly, and pain shoots up my leg. Tears spring to my eyes, and when I look down, I can see four of my toes turning blue and rapidly swelling. I'd be glad that I only broke four toes, except that my little toe is bent all the way to the right and clearly dislocated. Cursing myself, I hobble to my couch and flop down to stare at my ruined foot.

I mentally shaped each nail, touched each freckle, traced the length of each digit. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I concentrated. Panting, exhausted, I was about to give up. To lay here and let death take me. My big toe curled. Fuck yeah. I wasn't some pansy-assed sissy. I was Kiema Freaking Feuer. Suck it, douchewads. Wiggling my big toe around in circles, side to side, up and down, anything to keep the motion going. Soon my other toes joined in on the fun.

I took a step out of my doorway to look down the hallway and my foot collided with something hard that was on the floor. "Oww Oww Oww," I yelped in pain. My poor baby toe I want to howl but I know better so I bite down on my lip as I let out a soft cry and begin to hop on one foot. I look down to see what assaulted my toe and to my surprise, it's a huge book. The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid.

You don't want to. I pushed my tongue into the base of her big toe. I kissed the ball of her foot. She bent her toes towards my face. I massaged her nylon foot gently with my fingers. She seemed to settle into that. Audra's big toe bent and straightened repeatedly. I put it in my mouth and sucked it. She let out a deep breath. I pushed the tip of my tongue into the pad of her toe. More contented sounds from above. One by one I lavished each of her gorgeous little toes with my tongue, sucking them in and swirling my tongue around and around while I massaged her arch. Most women's feet hurt from a day in stilettos and I figured this would be an unexpected treat.

I managed a faint smile through the pain. “Yeah. The bottle won. But just barely.” Dr. Monroe chuckled and pulled up a rolling stool. “Alright, let’s take a look. Mind lifting your foot here for me?” I placed my foot on the table and bit my lip as even the movement sent sharp pain shooting up my leg. “Okay, okay,” he said gently, noticing the way my jaw tightened. “We’ll go slow. Just let me examine first.” He carefully unzipped the sneaker I’d barely managed to shove halfway on, then peeled off my sock with practiced care. My big toe was really swollen now and angled slightly outward in a way that made my stomach turn.

Cautiously wiggling my toes within my tennis shoes, I verified nothing was broken. “God, please, just end this day already,” I grouched as I hobbled back into the living room, where plopping down on the couch, I eased off my shoe, peering at my already swollen big toe. “Great, I growled, “just fucking great.” ↜↜ 🖤🖤↝↝