Tinkerbell Feet Novels & Stories

"Definitely." I slipped into the dress. The skirt flowed, stopping just above mid-thigh. Bending in this dress would be near impossible. I grabbed another set of fishnet tights, this time for me, and then shoved my feet into my set of steel toed biker boots. "Punk rock princess," Heather voiced in approval, "suits you."

We both stared at the staircase, until Tina finally used them, making a clicking noise with her heels, as she walked down. "About time!" Dad and I both spoke simultaneously. "Oh, shut it!" She hissed through her teeth and walked outside. Do you know that walk, when a barbie clone is in a hurry with high-heeled shoes? Yeah, that one - the one like a duck. I laughed behind her and followed her to the car.

The red glow of his cigarette flickers in the twilight. Jenny stepped down the stairs. Her heels made contact with the slippery stone slabs, with each step being deliberate and steady. Pools of rainwater had accumulated in the cracks between the stones. As her toes stepped over the puddles, water splashed onto her ankles. The stockings quickly absorbed the water, sticking to her skin—a cold and uncomfortable sensation.

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.

People in general, but certainly not Mina, because that girl knew exactly what she was doing. Funnily enough it wasn't even Nadine's toes that were the most effective target. No, this unassuming area squarely on the top of her feet, and even her ankles turned out to be unbearably ticklish when attacked by Mina's nails. So much so that within seconds Nadine shifted gears completely and spread her feet out as much as she could, offering her soles up instead.

I had never touched substances before but I could swear I knew they wouldn't be as effective on me as the substance called Benjamin. “Spread these beautiful legs for me, will you, Tinkerbell. Your baby daddy wants to eat your sweet dreamy delight.” I chuckled at the sweetest names he was coming to with. My eyes were on him as he pulled away from me. He started taking his clothes off in front of my eyes. Biting my lower lip, and with a thumping heart, I opened my arms for him. I wanted to feel his warmth more.

’ She barked, getting antsy about me being under her legs. ‘What? No. He needs a good female to breed with. Yours looked nicer than the ones he picked. I want to see if they like each other.’ I explained. ‘Hurry… follow me.’ I encouraged her, hoping to get her to chase me as I dodged her human’s hand. ‘Oh! Okay! I’m Tinkerbell, by the way. Sorry I didn’t say that sooner. I get spooked easily.’ She agreed, dragging her human as she chased after me.

The delicate invitation from Karen Goodwill makes Gordon Williams unable to help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, immediately burying his face in her smooth breasts. Karen Goodwill puffs her chest up, accepting the hot breath of mint scent on her skin. Gordon Williams lightly licks the two flower buds in front of Karen Goodwill's chest, carefully sipping them little by little. Gordon Williams's movements are so gentle that Karen Goodwill feels ticklish but extremely excited. Her whole body softens, every inch of her skin feels hot.

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.