Tinkerbell Feet Novels & Stories

Heels? Tiffany comes into view. Her auburn hair is tied in pigtails and two big pink bows pinned to it. She's wearing her navy blue school shirt on a black skirt, and instead of her usual school sneakers, Tiffany is on the high-heeled black shoes her grandpa bought her last Christmas. Tiffany strikes a pose when she reaches the center of the stairs and flicks one of her pigtails; Timmy smiles widely while giving her a clapping ovation. Only when Tiffany gets to the foot of the stairs do I notice that her small pink lips are glistening.

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.

He grins at me, and I tilt my head—I never noticed his pointy ears before. I laugh, amused by Finn's twitching ears. "What kind of creature are you?" Finn picks me up into his arms. "Before I was locked inside that crystal ball, I used to be a fairy." My voice is drowsy. "Like Tinker Bell from Peter Pan?" "Who is Tinker Bell and Peter Pan?" I like his confusion; it makes me smile wider. "I'm going to call you Tink." "Sleep well, Patricia," Finn says, stifling a laugh. "Using the wind element for the first time must have been exhausting, but you did well. I'm very proud of you, and I hope we can become friends."

When you paid that kind of money, the very air was supposed to shift in your favor. Remote in hand, I tapped a button and magnified one frame until it filled the largest screen. Tina’s frame. Her body came into sharp focus, her every movement illuminated for my eyes alone. This is my newest addiction, I admitted silently. The words made me clench my jaw, but I couldn’t deny them. On the screen, she bounced lightly on the soles of her feet, eyes wide, lips parting as she stared down a pair of blue heels displayed on a pedestal. She reached forward with careful fingers, brushing them across the glittering stones, as if she feared her touch might break them.

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.

Belle has no idea what I’m saying to her and she’s way too busy snuggling up to me and giving me those puppy dog eyes of hers. Eventually, I place her back down on the floor and slip my damn heels off, four-inch black stilettoes that kill my feet. The day I can wear trainers will not come soon enough. I suppose following Stone around will allow for that, I’m sure as hell not wearing heels around that jerk. No damn way.

I pout and Patrick laughs. He kneels down and grabs my right foot. He kisses my toes and licks my instep, then strokes the bottom of my foot with the tips of his fingers, tickling me. He wraps the silver anklet around my ankle and kisses the skin just above it. My toes get stiff, I can't help it. I moan and arch my back,moving my ankle making the tiny bells jingle. —You definitely have a fetish with women's feet.- I comment. He throws himself on me and kisses me. He kisses me like he's thirsty and I'm the only container of water for miles.

“Don’t worry. It is a dimensional door made from my shadows. It is completely safe there.” On cue, a dainty pair of feet lapsed from the mass of swirling darkened thick cluster of shadows. A cream-colored pair of sandals adorned the feet and it was hesitating to take the leap. “I-Is that?” Levi’s eyes widened, recognition flashed beneath his lilac orbs. Cent snapped her fingers, making an invisible force to push Tessa out. A stumbling black-haired beauty with a pair of warm chocolate eyes tumbled upon her carpeted floor – losing her center balance due to Maleficent’s quick push.