Continued

‘Lick’

Something soft, passes through Wen’s sole.She shivers, aware of the warm touches.

“Ahn- Huh?.” She whispered.

Again, the flat brighten its bow, soothing a gesture, it licks her sole once more. ‘Lick’

“Hah~”

Sagacious, her shoe spoke.

“You seem to always wear a couple of nylons or socks when I’m worn. Was this an intention to leave your innocent feet bare within me.”

“I’m more of a comfort when worn with fabric.

Adjusting her expression, caressing her cheek by her right hand, she narrow her eyes, skeptical of what this ‘thing’ told her.

“What? what are saying? I just wore you as an ordinary slip on. Would you mind. I’m not getting into the mood.” In vile to even speak her shoe as she reaches and adjusted her grip by the end-lines, prepares to pull this entity—whose enjoying her struggle.

From touching it, the leather seems to be stuck by her foot. As if grasping around her pale skin. It was also warm, more usually when wearing it. It didn’t felt much of a textured leather, but supple. By a close look, it seemed as it was breathing.

Gently, the borders of her flat, clasps her tender foot, surprising Wen by the little **** it pressures. It nerves her, as though trying to pull it, it efforts but by centimeters of managing to pull it. Yet, it was enough hope that she could remove her shoe. Thus, after a few tries, something seems to be slowly envelop her foot. She could feel the weight of the substance enveloping inside her shoe. The feeling of the liquid damping her sole, arch, her slender toes, invites a deep realization to what it was.

A lick swifts by her toes. This time, it felt more natural and sensible, by the substance easily smoothing the friction.

It was not pleasant. It felt more than unforgivable touch. As if someone managed to lick her soles without consent.

“Enough! Just what is it that you’re doing?!”

Wen demanded, urging for an answer.

Still sullen of her voice, her flat took a moment to respond. “I’m conserving my signature to signify you, just give me a few minutes to adjust to your sole.

“Adjust!? to wh- Ngh~”

It was sudden, where her sole felt the softy flesh, pushing upwards towards the front edge. The once ordinary insole that she could rest her sole in, began shifting, sliding through her sole with ****; intruding her bare foot with persistence. Without permission nor boundaries.

The gaps of her arch & toes rested, was engulfed by the unknown tissue, filtering the breathable material, to even compress her foot from stretching.

During this process, Wen couldn’t resist it by this kind feeling, as again, rapidly covers her mouth from the sudden outburst of her gasps. Wen couldn’t hide the red hues of her arousal, mostly her ears bolden in red.

From the desk lamps lighting at Wen’s direction, her face looked more than a run over of pleasure. Tighten, as her body couldn’t resist the pressure, It wasn’t non other than lust. How something instantly nibbling her feelings to now latching her head with overwhelming contentment, needles Wen’s firm persona.

“—Ahnn…! Nhh..! Mhnn…! …” It continues.

— It felt, an eternity. Lost by the storm of elation, it sunken her thoughts to an all out shush, smoothed the worries and conscious to a slow halt. The time and place was no more than an afterthought. Only presence running through her body. It was slow, but enveloping. Phasing through the anguish, the tears, bathing in warm tones mixed in by the water.

Embraced, as it holds her, aimlessly seeps her consciousness to a facade mist—cloaks her presence. Restless, Wen takes in this new light without circumstances.—

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Silence. The ambience in the hours of quiet, only fills the noise of the rooms air system. With a few cars passing through the outside complex, only fade the sounding engines as if it was forgotten. The automatic lights were off by the passing hour, which only happened if someone forgets to turn off the lights. The only light source, the Portico hue of her lamp, illuminates a small range. Soft blended, with no additional colors except her translucent frames reflecting the source, emits Wens’ long legs to her waist. However, her foot is more prominent by the light. Innocent and pale waiting by her sleeping owner.

“hmmm…” softly, Wen groans, stirred by the sudden nap. Slowly, her consciousness presses her mind, noticing the chilling feeling searing through her legs. Heavily tired, she wasn’t pleased of this feeling, mentally refraining from moving. She raised her eyes, squinting, as she remembers falling asleep by her chair. She takes her time, curling her legs to un-touch the floor, but it was pointless, absorbing more of the cold from her soles.

She raises her head, and sees her pale whiten feet, uncovered and isolated by the floor. With her soles imprinted in red from absorbing most of the cold, she regretted in not wearing a pair of socks.

She lingers for a moment before stretching and lowering to her feet to touch her soft pair for warmth, which brought a sudden jolt. Where are my flats?

She looks over the floor by where the light illuminated, but she couldn’t see them. She looks down by her chair, but the same result.

“Weird.” She groans.

All she could remember was finishing her work and wondering what to do afterwards; unimportant to clue her missing shoes.

Without figuring where she put em’, she checked her phone by a couple of messages. Her friends were planning to go at a bar, inviting her to join.

Surprised, they were also free tonight.

“Maybe I should join them, but I feel so tired for no reason. I perhaps overworked myself.” As she lowers her phone.

A sudden noise breaks her silence.

“Huh?” Wen startles. She looks over where the sound comes from, only to look at the floor by a pair of tassel loafers and beside it her missing flats.

The loafers are hers, occasionally wearing them and for her styles. As she isn’t much of revealing her feet by the seasonal weather, Wen’s often uses them as an alternative. Its style in flair femininity with rich maple color, grace of its appearance.

However, it seems to be holding her right flat by the decorative knots, firmly grabbing it as if it was punished. The resemblance couldn’t be no more than a mere imagery.

“What is this?” Wen murmurs in confusion.

“Our dearest condolences our beloved Wen, forgive us in intervening in your tranquil hour, as I bring you the pair that wronged its doings and has come to properly apologize to you and your feet.” Her loafers spoke in a soft tone.

“Did you just, spoke?” Wen regained her posture, thoughtful of the sudden guests, tucking away her feet underneath her chair.

By this rate, Wen wonder if she was still dreaming as her loafer continued. “Yes, but first, you may wonder how I’m able to speak and have a proper mind, as well this flat who misdeed you.”

Lowering its knots, politely apologizing.

The loafer tugged the flat forward, waiting for it to respond of its acts.

Thus, the flat seems bothered by the other pair of their respective personalities, which indeed nerved it by its eyebrowed expression of its bow.

“You are skeptical of your words, you amorous scuffs.” The flats sighed.

“You aren’t perhaps waiting for my punishment to not been worn again? Is this was its all about?” The flat quietly waited for an answer.

“Stop acting fatuously and apologize to her. She’s the reason you have a home and a pair to be worn with.” Her loafers nudges the flat, while Wen tries to understand what her flat has done.

“Uhm, question.” Wen abruptly interrupted their rant. “Yes?” Her loafer spoke, as it stepped the flat, which the flat grumbled, weak to escape.

Seeing her flat struggling, Wen saw her other flat, the left one, hiding behind the loafers, curious that is must be to shy. Without concern, she cleared her throat with the followed up question. “I may not be able to understand how both of my pairs have a consciousness, but what is it that my flat committed?”

“Check your right sole.”

“Uh?”

I feel like I'm the only one carrying this place. I believe I'm in the aftermath.