Tinkerbell Feet Novels & Stories

“Why… why do the heels look only an inch wide?” “Barely half an inch wide,” Pepper corrected then smiled. “They’re called stilettos. Now, take those chunky shoes off then wear that. We need to continue.” Valentine took off the shoes and handed it over to Missy. She stretched her toes, curling them to tiny balls then pulled the toes up toward the ankles. They felt sore, like they were non-existent. “Never mind. Hand me back those stilettos,” Pepper commanded.

She bounces in time to her counting, and since she’s watching my feet, and I’ve always been the most well-behaved student in any class, I bounce, too. “Okay, now, start with your left. Heel. Toe. Heel. Toe. Tap, tap, tap, tap.” I heel. I toe. I tap. My feet are clunky wooden marionettes at the end of strings. “You’ve got it,” Ashleen says. “Now dip with your knees between the heel and toe.” That’s when it falls apart. My feet stutter to a halt. I’m already flushed and breathless, and now my cheeks are on fire.

Have him do a handstand, barefoot, with an apple in his mouth. I laugh and Bella rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to,” she tells me. “I can just block him.” “Nah, this going to be funny. I’ll do it and flip him off at the same time,” I laugh taking a bite of an apple and kicking off my shoes. I have really ugly feet. My toes are extra-long, and my foot is narrow. Bella sees my feet and is surprised. “Only a very small number of people have seen my feet,” I tell her.

I can communicate entire sentences with these babies. “Okay, last choice before I retire from this lame job.” Teagan shakes a pair of Jimmy Choo knock-offs at me. “Calf busters. Thigh flexers. Butt lifters. You cannot go wrong with these suckers.” I snag them out of her hand. “You must be high. How am I supposed to twerk it out with those on?” Teagan rolls her eyes. “What … you’re going to start licking sledgehammers now, too? Shall I get the foam finger from your dad’s closet?”

she added, getting to her feet and softly patting her chest. Zac chuckled to himself, thinking she hadn’t seen anything yet. “I’m right here, Tinkerbell. You don’t have to be scared,” he reassured her, rising and gently guiding her away from the table to help her find the restroom. “Take your time. I’ll wait right here,” he said, planting a quick kiss on her lips and watching as she disappeared into the washroom. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I wouldn’t have believed it if I weren’t seeing it with my own eyes,” came a gruff, mocking voice, followed by the appearance of a tall, familiar figure.

My fingers trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower, eliciting a soft moan from her. Her tension melted away, and she finally relaxed as I slid down to worship at her feet. Kneeling, I took off her shoes and socks, setting them aside, admiring her delicate feet and the splash of red on her toenails. I wanted to taste her, to suck her toes, but I restrained myself, knowing there would be time for that later A cute, playful whine escaped her. “It’s ticklish.”

Baby Robbie and Baby Zetty looked at each other, shaking their heads while smiling bitterly. Baby Robbie said, “I probably came from a crack in the rock.” Baby Zetty said, “I’m probably just spare change.” … Angeline was lying on the sofa. Her spotlessly white feet were badly squeezed from wearing high heels for a long time. They were red and swollen with traces of blood. Jay found a bottle of ointment from the medicine box and sat in front of Angeline. Then, he gently applied it onto Angeline’s feet. Angeline said, “I finally know why Cinderella threw away her glass slippers.”

She titters at me. “Lift foot up, put foot down - heel first. Slowly now. Show me your exact movements. Lift foot up, put heel down first. Good. Now lower your toes to the ground. Excellent. Now, steady? Good. Now the other foot.” This goes on for what seems like an age; I must walk for miles round the room. Thankfully, after literal hours, lunch is called. Malachite, Garnet and Ruby put down their crafts; Emerald returns from wherever she’s been.

Yea party, it's been almost a week since we arrived from California and we already have a party. Huh...this modeling life is so tiring. But I love it. "Don't forget the shoe Cinderella." Tin hands me a pair of black, red button heels. I too it all with a silver red matching jewelries. "So how do I look?" I turn to Tin who has a blank look on her face. And her lip stretches into a full grin. "What happened to your wings?" She says dazed. "I had to let it go when I fell on Earth." I play along with a matching smile.

No, not at all. Inside the room, a rapid change of atmosphere happened. The air became heavy and cold amidst the warmth provided by the fireplace. From a few feet away of the podium, there was a beginning distortion of space, then it became more visible when a ripple of black water appeared midair, followed by black boots and a pair of lovely female feet in four-inch stilettos.