Violet Moreau Feet Novels & Stories

Everyone had settled and just then, the doors flew open. Violetta walked into the room with an energy and in a dress that made heads turn, including mine. She had on a brown, knee-length dress. It was a ball gown designed with stones at the lower part of the dress. She had it paired with a white pair of strap heels, about four inches high, so not only was her dress a point of attraction, the sound her shoes made when they hit the ground was too loud to be ignored.

Because movement caught the edge of my vision, someone rushing down the far hallway, and I turned toward it on pure instinct before my mind had finished registering what I was looking at. Black dress. Bare feet slapping fast against marble. Hair loose and wild around a face still streaked with whatever she hadn't managed to hide. Violet. She did not slow down. Did not look toward Celine standing frozen near the entrance. Did not look toward anyone gathered in that room at all. And when she passed within three feet of me, close enough that I caught the scent of her, sweat and expensive perfume and something like honey and vanilla underneath both that was purely her, she did not look at me eit

One of them was Violet, taking selfies with the night view; the other girl was taking pictures of her. Kaze recognized Violet at first glance because she still resembled her younger self. She wore a floral one-piece that showed off her shoulders and slender hands. Her leggy figure caught people’s eyes as she lay down on the couch. The other woman had a pair of hot pants on. Her sitting posture did not conceal her voluptuous figure. The heels that she wore set off her leggy figure even more. Whenever she bent over to take pictures of Violet, her round butt would turn heads and arouse the men who looked at it.

Violet. The corners of my full lips bloom out a vibrant smile of satisfaction as I stare at my petite frame on the long mirror in front of me. Picking every little detail I admire how beautifully the silk violet dress clings to my body from the low cleavage that gave a rather tempting view of my now full and perky breasts to the tight clog at my small waist and down the expanded length of my slender but vividly dangerous curves, and then along the long slit from the top of my thighs and down to my feet adorned with a beautiful silver strap heel.

It was hard to believe that this was the same young girl who was Princess Kiara's confident and brave best friend. Though an orphan, Violet had strong opinions, and when she spoke in public events beside Princess Kiara, she was liked more and given more attention. Mrs. Styles noticed her tiny body looking even tinier. It had become fragile, like a leaf that could be crumbled under a foot at any moment. Her limbs looked like twigs that could be snapped easily. Her hair has turned dull and brittle from not being able to use products she once used. They lacked their usual lustre and bounce.

Then she extended a perfectly manicured hand. "Hello. I suppose we’ll be colleagues." We exchanged stiff pleasantries. To avoid a scene, Sally pulled me toward a display. "Ivy, look. These." They were champagne silk heels with diamond-encrusted ankle straps. They were delicate, lethal, and perfect. "Oh, those are exquisite," a sales assistant gushed. "They look tailor-made for your arch, miss!" I stepped into them, and even I had to admit the transformation was startling. "Buy them!" Sally hissed. "You’ll be a weapon in those!"

Sloan muttered * The next day* Violet was awake even before dawn , she passed the night at the guest room , She removed the duvet from her naked body. She prepared a warm milky jacuzzi bath with the rose smelling like body wash , she scrubbed herself clean and wiped her face gently with a soft wash cloth. She came out of the bathroom ,creamed her body with the rose ointment she saw on the dressing table . She wore a whitepant trouser , a corset camisole and white stylish blazers , she finally decided to go for a red stilletoes heels and red hand bag . She cat walked out of the guest room like a model walking the run way , Old Nanny had set the table for breakfast already .

Most of the frat houses were on the same stretch of road only a few blocks from the dorms, walking distance was always a plus, the last thing a bunch of college students needed were duis or worse. Violet had gone with fitted,flare jeans, a black crop top, she was a firm believer in showing off if you had it because one day you would no longer, and paired it with a new pair of black wedge heels she'd been waiting to take out for a night on the town. Normally she would have just paired the ensemble with her favorite pair of converse but tonight was a special occasion after all, it called for her special date shoes that had never seen a date since they walked out of the shoe store almost a yea

I order, I didn't create the AI to fill tubs for me, but I can use all the help I could have with Violet, I carried the naked sleeping baby to the warm bathroom, I tried to wake her up, not to startle her with the water. "Little girl, Violet, princess, it's bath time, can you wake up for me?" I say calmly into her ear, she mumbles a bit, opening her eyes slightly, she saw the bath being filled and her body being placed down. She whined at how evil I am for giving her a bath, but it was being done, she kept her hold on me, refusing to let go of my neck first, but I convinced her into holding to my arm only. The bath ended soon, I petted her dry, dressing her in another diaper, and a footie on

She flips and twirls, then scoots backward to let other girls take the spotlight. I scroll to the next one. A professional photo of her in a ballet leotard, mid-leap. The sort of image that could easily be in a magazine. Her muscles all stand in perfect relief, her limbs extended so it looks like she’s floating. Her expression is peaceful. No sign of the physical strain that must take. Not even her eyes show it. I zoom in to make sure, studying her relaxed lips, and her jawline. My erection comes roaring back. What is it about Violet Reece that makes me so fucking hard? Paris certainly didn’t get that response from me, and her mouth was on my cock. No other girl at CPU has so much as put a d