1-10 of 46 for Stories of Smelling Stockinged Feet
Susan had just laid back in her chair and it felt like one of her pretty stockinged-feet had slipped against her shoe.
The everlasting unsureness, the separations, the farewells, our cold feet outside the front door, because upstairs your landlady spied on us, until we bribed her with coffee and two pounds...
Lying there on his stomach, stockinged feet in the air waving gently as he read, he felt at ... He'd felt like a drowned muskrat, coming in after that, smelling lightly of horse droppings and hay,
Surrounded by several mounds of book manuscripts, Allie sits in stockinged feet on her dun-colored commercial carpeting. She is totally absorbed, her aspect that of a Bodhisattva.
he could see for himself that his son was moody and troubled, so many stories in the news about kids like that, not a good idea to leave guns out, accessible, these days.
She sat on the sofa, still in her work clothes, stockinged feet pulled under her, an ominous sign, for she was never home for more than five minutes without changing.
Through the branches we could see Clare's hands furiously running through Ben's thick, black hair, her stockinged feet beating up and down on his broad back.
Unsure if it was his need for stealth or compliance with the nuns’ demands for stockinged feet on the stairs except on Visiting Sundays, he kicked off his sneakers before ascending the...
He could feel deep grooves, rectangles forming on the bottom of his stockinged feet as he paused there, pouring his first long draft of Jack Black for the day.
Old ladies with thick ankles and young ladies with shoes a size too big, so stockinged feet slipped out to ease the blisters on their heels.