Wicked Heels Novels & Stories

It was exactly what I needed. I slipped it on, the velvet cool and soft against my skin. I tied the waist belt, cinching it in. It hugged my curves in a way that made me feel feminine rather than "frumpy." I paired it with turquoise velvet stilettos - shoes with a heel so sharp they could be classed as a concealed weapon. I hadn't worn heels like this since before Harry was born. As I stepped into them, I felt my posture shift, my spine lengthening.

“You deserve it, sweetheart. Tomorrow is your day, and I want you to feel as amazing as you are.” I swallow hard, forcing down the lump rising in my throat, and nod. Tomorrow is my day. And now, thanks to Alison, I might actually survive it without wanting to crawl into a hole. “Oh, and I got these to go with it.” She holds up the shoe box, lifting the lid to reveal a pair of heels so beautiful I nearly choke. Inside is a pair of sophisticated, pointed-toe slingback heels in a rich tan leather. The sleek T-strap design connects to an adjustable ankle strap, and the edges of the leather are accented with subtle white stitching that makes them look handmade. The stiletto heels are tall and sli

“These heels are killing me!” Her eyebrow raised like my problem wasn’t worth the penny. “Rebecca, that’s only 2 inches heels! You’ll be wearing at least 4 inches during the pageant. How will you be able to endure the catwalk and stand time?” “I’ll endure that, Gin… It’s just that---" Heiji ran towards me and handed a cold water. “You okay?”

Black 'fuck me' stilettos completed her outfit, and the midnight blue of her dress, against the tone of Aimee's skin, made Braxton's mark stand out-exactly what she was hoping for. "Let's go rock Brax's world." Isabella grinned, and linking arms, the three women headed downstairs to the Wild West, Aces and Eights clubrooms. The president was ready to take the ride of her life. 2. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph." Ratchet cursed into his beer as the ladies descended. Unfortunately, he made Maddog miss his shot, and that was enough to lose the game of pool to Rogue and the smiling assassin."What the fuck?!" Maddog sputtered, turning to yell at Ratchet, only he caught sight of the very thing that caus

If he didn't have pants on, I might have actually stabbed it, which I was glad about. I didn't want to get these heels dirty, as they had been borrowed from Maverick's mother. She had been extremely excited to hear about what I had planned and helped me pick them out. "How is it?" I asked, feeling a sadistic glee as I continued to step on it. "I know I'm not very strong, so it probably doesn't hurt very much." "You crazy bitch. Get off," Shawn said before he screamed again as I lifted my foot off in an apparent act of listening only to stomp down harder.

Carefully threading near the hole, she had forgotten how she had worn heels today and slipped on the wet soil, almost causing her to fall on her bottom. Leon caught her before she fell, holding her waist tightly with one hand that caused her breaths to shudder. She could imagine how easy it would be for him to pin her down and crush her waist. His arm was powerful enough to squeeze the life out of her. Although she would want to not provoke him, she noticed how often he had lied. He might not be related to Rachel’s death but Belle wasn’t naive not to notice his hidden agenda with the contract he had made with her.

“It is wicked.” He kissed the throbbing spot on her neck and felt her shiver. “Why would something so natural be wicked? You think it is wicked because the church wants women to only know their husbands. That doesn’t mean what we are doing is wrong. This is what we were made for. As long as we are both enjoying it, why is it wrong? Let’s enjoy creating some wicked memories to keep secret together.”

DIFFERENT AND DIFFICULT DREAMS Kimberlee wore the heels but couldn't get up. “C’mon doll, you can do it.” Kiki encouraged and she tried one more time but couldn't. “I don't think this is for me, these heels are too high.” Kim sadly sighed but Ana walked to her. “Don’t be deceived honey, heels are meant to be possessed, they are not made for you. So make it yours.” Kiki swayed his hips with the snap of his fingers.

A few seconds later, she heard a yelp and a thud on the floor just above her. "Got you," she muttered to herself as she ran up the stairs and found the lady crawling her way up. She probably sprained her ankle seeing that she was wearing a pair of heels. Without hesitation, she grabbed her by the collar and asked, "Who are you working for?" The lady was obviously terrified and Shantala could see it just by noticing how her hands trembled and how tears were urging to fall down her cheeks. As a response to her question, she could only shake her head because her tongue had gone numb.

But it was her feet that had completely destroyed him. The first week, she wore black stiletto heels with thin, delicate straps. Every time she crossed her legs during meetings, one heel would dangle teasingly from her toes, swaying gently as she took notes. Skyler couldn’t focus. His eyes kept drifting to those perfectly pedicured feet with deep red polish, imagining how soft her soles would feel, how her toes would curl when he sucked on them, how they would look wrapped around his cock. By the second week, the obsession had become unbearable.