Tiptoe Table Legs Novels & Stories

No reproductive organs. How is that possible? I turned off the instrument and carried him out of it. Alice, they like to call his legs “hindlimbs”, and in their hearts, they think of him as a mentally retarded beast. "You're not, are you?" I held his legs. "Spread your legs." I reached up and gently stroked his lower calf. He squinted and hummed twice, spreading his legs along with my strength. Only three toes. The foot is also three times the size of a human being, and the central bone of the foot is very soft and can be bent at will.

I walked down the wooden stairs gently to avoid calling attention to myself. It was a large space but it also had another door. The room was big enough to be an apartment "What could be in here?" I wondered with my torch I looked around to see what was inside but it was all empty. As I was walking around I collided with a table. "Ouch" I cried😭 and checked what I hit my leg with . It was a big table about 5 feet tall. I wondered what a giant table like this was doing here. I checked again and saw a switch and turned on the switch and I was shocked by my discovery.

There were three on both walls. Along one window were large blue leather tufted booths with lit gold accented flooring along the edge of the booths. Square tables set on angles lined the middle of the area with white leather tufted chairs that had gold tipped legs. To the right were more booths but in red tufted leather and larger than Meredith had ever seen a booth before. Each booth was framed and covered in elegant golden arches and had a lit step accented in gold to access the booth.

Bold, sophisticated, and ready to take on the charity gala. I slipped my feet into the designer black stiletto heels, feeling the familiar surge of confidence as the shoes transformed my posture. The sleek, pointed toes and delicate ankle straps added a touch of sophistication to my overall look. I stood up, my gaze drifting down to admire the way the heels elongated my legs, creating a stunning line from hip to toe.

That brought an involuntary moan from me, which in turn got a giggle of pure pleasure from her. "Oh! You are right... I forgot one more thrill," she said. "That stool, kick it over here, between my legs." She pointed to a stool that was too tall for a footstool but too short to sit on. Between her legs was also between my legs, it slid under my balls with very little space to clear. I figured it was for resting her foot on when she shaved her legs. Either that or to stand on when she changed the light bulbs. It was sturdy varnished waterproofed wood, new and very compact.

He was too big, his frame too tall and his legs too long, to fit at her tiny card table currently serving as a dining table. "I haven't been to see anything there in a while. Sounds fun. Want to go after we're done with lunch?" He pressed his palms on the table, seeming to notice the way it tilted at his touch. A distracted look captured his face as he made the table rock back and forth, clearly displaying the uneven legs. "Wait­you're coming with me?" Surely he wasn't serious? Shoving his chair back, he got down on his hands and knees, disappearing from her view as he studied the table legs.

Each collection was completed with a simple yet effective italic plaque displaying its name. The tables, chairs and bar area matched those that were downstairs, and the room was romantically glowing thanks to the subtle candles and soft lighting. The blonde tart continued to walk further into the room, placing one overly high heeled shoe in front of the other, as though she was walking along a tight rope. She shimmied her derrière like a novice catwalk model… How the hell she managed to not topple over with the weight of her enormous bazookas was beyond me.

Vivian’s head snapped to mine in disbelief, but my face was stern, hiding my thoughts—or I hoped I did successfully. I gave in, widening the space between the door and she. Radu weaved through it, sauntering into my room, his eyes locked on me. Vivian retreated in search of a chair, and when she found it, before she could properly place it across the bed's side table used as a tea table, he plopped downward. With a bam, his leg stretched, landing on the table. With a swiftness, I was barely able to salvage my cookies and tea before the leg rested on the table. I shot him a secret glare as he brought the other leg, crossing it over the first leg—on my table!

I rose to my feet, surprisingly graceful and I saw the brief look of pleasure in his eyes before he hid it. “Take off your shoes.” I slipped my gold sandals off my feet and looked at him curiously. What was his game? “Get on the table and face me.” He was sitting close to the table but didn’t make room for me so I when I slid onto the tabletop, my feet ended up resting on his legs. “Spread your legs and rest your feet on the table edge and before you try to overthink it, let me remind you that we now have ten minutes max before someone comes walking through that door.”

I folded my toe against the metallic floor trying to control my trembling legs. But then…