#ankle strap flats

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Creating extraordinary shoes is not just a business endeavor; it's a personal passion. As a dedicated fashion aficionado, I've spent years immersing myself in the industry, understanding consumer preferences, and recognizing the transformative power of footwear. Our mission is to empower individuals by offering them unique, trendsetting shoes that speak to their personal style and ignite their confidence.

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Creating extraordinary shoes is not just a business endeavor; it's a personal passion. As a dedicated fashion aficionado, I've spent years immersing myself in the industry, understanding consumer preferences, and recognizing the transformative power of footwear. Our mission is to empower individuals by offering them unique, trendsetting shoes that speak to their personal style and ignite their confidence.

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[marryrd]

Toe Ring Flat Sandal-1110256

Are you ready for upcoming season? Look no further must have pair for any occasion. Perfect for everyday adventures.

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Sandals for All Seasons: Women's Footwear Favorites

The importance of footwear to define a look need not be preached. Shoes can make or break a look. Style and trends have governed this market for a long time but in the present era, comfort is given its due importance. Women are actively switching from heels to flats for their innumerable benefits. Additionally, flats are also available in various styles such as lace-up flat sandals, ankle strap flat sandals, and open-toe flat sandals online to save you time and effort. Furthermore, when styled consciously flats are versatile to seasons, fashion, and occasions. 

Tips to Style Your Flats

T- Strap Sandals

These are perfect pairs for summer and spring dresses. They are minimal weightless and accurate for a carefree vacation vibe. Also, they provide an ease of access.

Gladiator Sandals

A combination of T-strap and strappy sandals pairs well with shorts and one piece. They balance the all-feminine vibe of your flowy spring dress with a bit sporty look. They hold securely for efficient field activities. 

Slides

These are the ideal all-season footwear to own. They work well with your summer shorts and winter trousers. Also, they are made up of rubber which is good for rainy weather. 

Jelly Sandals 

The material of these sandals is designed for the rainy season and the water- resistance makes it a perfect pick for summer beaches.

Ankle Strap Sandals

The most common women's sandal which is just right for any season, outfit, or occasion. They have an ease of access with a secure hold at the back. The strap draws attention to the ankle area giving an elongated look to the foot. So, if you are also eyeing that all-in-one sandal, order these must-have pair of women's ankle strap flat sandals online. 

Ballerinas 

Another all-rounder to the list is ballerinas. They are often available in various designs making them versatile for both formal and casual looks. They also pair well with socks making them a go-to for both extreme summers and winters. 

Lace-up Flats

Rock your summer night parties with a pair of lace-up flats which would add glamour to your basic summer neutrals and complete your look. They wrap elegantly across your calf giving them an elongated defined look while providing comfort to your feet. 

Buy women's flat sandals online

Now that you know flats can be worn across seasons, refresh your shoe collection and buy those ballerinas, t-strap sandals, and slides. Mavshack liveshopping is one of the best websites to rock your summer parties by shopping for women’s lace-up flat sandals online. The website offers a variety of flats across various designs at an affordable price.

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Children's shoes collection 04

[Jius] Ankle Boots 01 ( Toddler&Child )

25 swatches

3k+ Polygons

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[Jius] Mary Jane Flats 01 ( Toddler&Child )

30 swatches

7k+ Polygons

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[Jius] Touch-Strap Sandals 01 ( Toddler&Child )

25 swatches

9k+ Polygons

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[Jius] Low Top Sneakers 11 ( Toddler&Child )

25 swatches

5k+ Polygons

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[Jius] Platform Sandals 14 ( Toddler&Child )

28 swatches

7k+ Polygons

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[Jius] House Slippers 06 ( Toddler&Child )

1 swatches

2k+ Polygons

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[ilyhaitanii]

fall right into me ft. sylus (l&ds)

nsfw. face sitting, riding sylus’s nose bcos what kind of ilyhaitanii fic would it be if a man didnt eat pussy, nipple play, sylus is down bad, oral (f!receiving // if that wasn’t obvious) a/n: sylus on the brain…… hes so sexy and his voice ?!:!:$:& need him to do unspeakable things to me.

“there’s something wrong with you, you know that?” you giggle as sylus sits you down by the edge of his bed. he kneels before you, gentle hands moving your ankle closer towards him. in one hand he has these black colored kitten heels with bold, red rubies adorning the front of them. there’s a leather strap that will wrap all the way up your calf, ending just before where your knees would be. sylus turns them towards you as you adjust your foot on his knee.

“do you like them? i had them custom made for you,” he says smoothly as he unties the leather ribbon, allowing you to side your foot into the heel. there’s a velvet lining around the inside that doesn’t cause any discomfort as normal heels would, and the plush cushioning adds to the expensive experience.

“they’re gorgeous,” you smile down at him, cupping his cheek into your hand. instinctively, sylus looks up at you whilst leaning into your palm. “why do all of this just for a silly party, hm?” you tease him when you notice his eyes lingering around your red lipstick. he gulps,

“is it a crime to want to show you off?” he leans closer as his fingers tie the strap behind your calf into a bow. “do you dislike my gestures, honey?” there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes that makes your cheeks flush brightly.

“don’t call me that.” you mumble as sylus begins to slide your other foot into the shoes. his eyes stay focused on yours,

“i asked you a question, darling.” sylus chuckles as he stands up. his tall figure towers over you, your neck aching as you look up at him. you shake your head with a soft smile. he leans down, noses brushing against each other. “you look so beautiful, my love.”

the compliment is barely heard under his breath when he leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. the kiss is deep, intimate. it turns borderline needy when you part your mouth for him. sylus takes the hint and immediately switches your positions. he has you seated on his lap, your feet dangling off the bed.

he’s careful not to mess up your hair when he cups your nape to keep you close. his left hand however isn’t as gracious. it slides up your thigh, groping the bare skin underneath the slit of your dress.

he swallows your moans, keeping them greedily to himself. your clothed cunt rubs against the rough material of his pants and it practically has you melting into him. your red lipstick is smudged, and remains of it are left on sylus’s face. as you part from your greedy lover, his left hand is already making quick work of your panties. he slides them down your hips before he lays flat on the bed. you know exactly what he’s insinuating.

“we’re gonna be late, sy. come on!” you whine, tugging on his wine colored shirt. he gently hushes you, peppering kisses to your face.

“just one taste, my love.” he manages to pull you up to his chest before you begin to resist.

“you’re gonna mess up my makeup and hair. a-and my dress!�� you try to tumble out excuses, but sylus is having none of it.

“your hair won’t get messed up and you can reapply your lipstick in the car.” with a final tug, sylus has you hovering over his mouth. his tip of nose gingerly rubs against your clit, making you shiver.

“sylus…” you whine, the leather of your heels digging into the backs of your calfs. sylus’s hand slides under the strap and rubs the irritated skin before placing his hands on your hips.

“pretty girl,” he presses multiple kisses to the apex of your thighs, biting and sucking the soft skin. you twitch in his hold, hips stuttering over his face. “stay still, darling. the less you squirm, the faster we’ll be done here.”

and you try your best— you really do! sitting still, attempting to be a good girl for him is tough. with his nose bumping against your clit every few seconds has your toes curling deliciously. your fingers tug at his snow, white strands as your hips buck against him.

sylus lays below you, groping your ass from under your dress. he manages to savor the taste of you on his tongue, not letting a single drop go to waste. a hand crawls up your torso and pinches your nipple from over your dress and that sends you reeling. a tight knot forms inside your stomach— a warning.

“sylus, no. its too much!” you try to move away from him, but he’s as greedy as a dog— this is his to taste and savor. like a dog with a bone, he doesn’t budge. your hand goes over his on your chest, pinching and squeezing with him.

as your hips rock back and forth, your head tilts backwards. there’s so much happening to you right now you can’t focus. starting from the way sylus’s nose is pleasuring your clit, to his tongue curling deep inside you. not to mention his blunt fingers twirling your nipple in a painfully pleasant way. all of this, including the pain from his fingernails digging into your hips drives you so close to the edge.

sylus’s cock is throbbing at your noises, even if your thighs are muffling most of them. feeling your cunt clench around his tongue almost has him cumming in his pants. he can’t helo it, you’re far too insatiable. he questions what forsaken god even allowed you to be this stunning, to effect him so heavily.

you invade his mind, his body, his senses. he can’t get enough of you. even if he’s buried deep inside you, chest to chest— there truly will never be enough of you to satiate his desires. he constantly needs you near him.

your fingers harshly tug on his hair causing sylus to groan between your legs and that just does it for you. his noises, his breathy voice has you keeling— cumming all on his tongue and face. your thighs tense, your entire body feeling as though it’s going to collapse, but it never truly does. sylus is always there to catch you.

he doesn’t let a single drop go to waste, moaning and groaning at your taste.

“my sweet girl,” sylus coos when he gathers you in his lap, peppering kissing into your temples. you taste yourself on his lips when he slots his mouth into yours. you manage to glance at the clock sitting on the beside table— 22:30. you’re so late for the party.

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[exweirdkid]

too sweet 𐙚 abby anderson

a/n: smut!! fingering & oral (r|receiving), implied strap usage // men & minors dni!

imagine being a fem little girlblogger in all of your free time. always at the library, or a local coffee shop, leeching off of the free wifi just to make girly posts on tumblr. the pretty blonde barista stands nervously behind the counter, glancing up at you every now and then.

abby writes her number on your cup that day, and keeps her phone within earshot so she can be the first to hear the beautiful ding of your phone texting hers.

you talk, and talk, and talk, and eventually you're texting so much you don't have any time for your girlblog. you know how much you love being girly and creative and how easy it is to do it online, so you offer to stop by the cafe so when abby clocks out you can leave together.

something about being so feminine around such a boulder of a woman makes you clench around nothing all night, until abby finally clocks out.

on the drive to her little apartment, you can't help but rub your thighs together, trying not to alert abby to the growing wet spot in your panties. you chew on your lip, hoping for a moment of peace as abby pulls into her parking spot.

if abby noticed, she never gave you any indication of it.

inside, abby presses a heavy kiss on your lips before she changes and settles into the couch. you feel the throbbing in your cunt grow heavier, louder, as she casually spreads out on the couch.

"coming?" she asks, and you can't help inwardly shrink at the double entendre.

there is a lazy, bored smirk pulling at her lips as you sit beside her, clearly worked up and just begging for relief.

"what's on your mind?" she questions, as if unaware of the flush of your cheeks and the heat radiating from you. she flicks through netflix boringly.

you shrug, words failing as that incessant clench of your cunt around nothing nearly chokes you. you manage to whisper, "just thinking."

"about?"

the glint in her eyes sparks something deep within you—in a place only she's ever touched. no way were you going to let her win this easy.

"i haven't blogged a lot recently, i might have to stop at the cafe tomorrow, too."

"are you sure its for the blog?" she raises a brow. "i think i saw your eyes on me more than your computer screen."

"so why don't you do something about it, anderson?"

"cause i think i want to hear you say it first." she drops one of her hands to your thighs. she grasps a handful of the flesh and squeezes it before smoothing your skin flat

"i-" she squeezes your thigh again, tight, before her fingers drift higher. you swallow hard.

she drops her head so that her lips are right by your ear. "if you say it i'll fuck you right here."

"i want you to. please." you sound desperate as you finally answer.

"want me to what?" the tips of her fingers ghost along the apex of your thighs. your throat tightens.

you inhale sharply as she puts pressure right above your clit. she removes it as soon as a wave of pleasure fills your belly. "jesus, abby. i want you to fuck me."

her lips ghost your earlobe before she begins placing soft kisses along the side of your face, your cheek, your lips, your neck. as she trails lower, she slides further down the couch. your breath catches in your throat as she presses your back against the arm of the couch.

"that's all you had to say, baby. wasn't that hard, right?"

you shake your head desperately, shimmying your pants to your ankles as she settles her thick hands on your thighs. you nearly choke at the sight of abby already splitting you open just by being in between your legs.

she squeezes your thigh in reassurance before her tongue ghosts your panty-covered core. you whine. it's so good, but nowhere near enough for you. she kitten licks your cunt once more before she flattens her tongue against you. her hands hook under your ass, thumbs pressing your inner thighs away from your heat.

with one finger, she pulls your ruined panties to the side, almost marveling at the sight of you dripping before her.

she wastes no time before diving in, tongue exploring and caressing every fold and crevice of your hot mound. you can't help but whine and moan, can't hold it in anymore. you've been pent up all day, you and abby know it isn't going to be much more before your first orgasm.

she pulls your hips impossibly closer to her face just as she dips her tongue into your dripping hole. a heavy moan rips through you as she works the thick muscle in and out again. her nose rubs up against your clit so perfectly you thread your fingers through her hair.

she groans as you tug her hair, the sound reverberating through your cunt. you moan again, bucking your hips against her.

when she removes her tongue from you, you feel the pad of her middle finger press against your warmth. she circles your clit with her tongue as she slides her finger in.

she works it in slowly as you tug harder at her hair. she lets you grind into her face, whimpering and whining for the release you've wanted all day.

"such a good girl waiting for me, asking me so nicely." abby mutters, hardly able to take her mouth off your pussy long enough to get the sentence out.

you moan sharply as she presses another finger into you. "please, abby—" she works the two in and out of you, feeling your walls clench tight on her.

"so fucking wet for me."

you can't find it in you to but do anything but sob as she sucks on your clit and curls her fingers deep in you. you are so, so close. you could see stars behind your eyes and feel the heat of your climax as she pounds into your sensitive spot.

"my pretty girl." and you nearly break.

you come with a shout, abby's hand never stopping, her tongue still on your clit. you buck your hips against her and ride out every delicious wave of pleasure that hits you until you ache and have to wrap your hand around abby's to get her to stop pounding into you.

"so fucking pretty, baby." abby leaves sloppy kisses against your thighs, cleaning your release with her tongue before catching you in a soft kiss, still tasting of you. "c'mon, open up, pretty."

her wet fingers press against your lips and you open your mouth for her, letting her slip her fingers inside. you lick yourself off her fingers, savoring the weight of her on your tongue, the taste of you.

as she leans forward and presses her covered cunt against yours, you feel a bulge tickle your clit.

"are you thinking what i'm thinking?" she asks teasingly, pulling her fingers from your mouth.

[flats-fan]

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[reluctant-sissies]

Serial Number: 77321 Previous identity: Ryan W Age at plasticisation: 21

Congratulations on your purchase of a Special Place™ BetterThanReal™ sissy doll! We hope you'll be delighted with your purchase! Please take some time to read these instructions to get the most from your new doll.

Bindings. For shipping purposes your doll was packaged with straps binding their ankles to their thighs. Rest assured that your BetterThanReal doll is fully immobile, the bindings are there purely to save space during transit. The straps can be safely removed, and your doll posed in any position you wish.

Diapers. Your doll was fed prior to boxing and shipped with a full stomach. Please be aware that some contents may have settled during transit. The provided diaper should have contained all of it. We recommend that sissy dolls are kept in diapers permanently to limit mess in their storage location.

Expression. Your doll may appear to have a expression of terror, shock, worry or surprise. Don't worry, this is a natural, the subject permanently retains the expression they had at the moment the plasticisation process commenced. This is particularly common with non-voluntary sissy dolls, but most customers who have sent subjects to be involuntarily plasticised report that they prefer this look.

Feeding. As stated, your doll was shipped with a full stomach, and will not require feeding for at least a three weeks. As they are fully immobile, nutrition is only required to maintain brain function and sense organs. We can supply monthly tubes of nutrient slurry to keep your BetterThanReal doll in tip-top health for decades. Alternatively, if you're environmentally minded, you might consider our recycling option. And, naturally, even though you only have to feed your doll once a month, there's nothing stopping you feeding them as often as you like, and anything you like! They do have a sense of smell and taste, but the gag reflex has been completely removed.

Storage. Your BetterThanReal doll can be stored in any position you wish. Folded up, flat under the bed, or even upside down in the closet. Alternatively they make an attractive mannequin or bedroom conversation piece.

Unexpected sounds. While your BetterThanReal doll is designed to be as quiet as possible, you may occasionally hear it emit noises, especially in a very quiet environment. These may sound like whimpering, sobbing, or occasionally almost word-like cries for help. Please be assured that this is perfectly natural and can be safely ignored. If it becomes distracting, any commercially-available dildo gag makes an ideal noise blocker.

Here's to many happy years with your doll!

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[marryrd]

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[peachesofteal]

“You dropped this.”

You whirl on a dime, legs twisting together and rolling you off balance at the last second, the stranger’s hand shooting out to try to steady you before you catch yourself. “Alright little love?” Powder blue eyes hold you tight, some sort of virose thrall bearing down into your temples, rooting around in the matter between your ears.

“I’m fine.” You manage, but the words lack conviction. Long fingers dig in the soft spirals of your brain, looking for something, picking and pulling.

“Lookin’ a bit peckish there, sure you’re alright?” All you can manage is a nod, one foot sliding behind the other, placing you firmly out of reach.

“I’m fine.” The two words are all you can manage, still trying to escape the trance, the dark tug behind your ribs. Long silence plays out, and with a closer look, you register him fully. Tall. Broad. Shoulders wide enough to close in around you, green jacket faded into sun parched moss. It wouldn’t button around his chest, the waffle henley beneath doing you no favors by the way it tapers to his belt, a strong jaw cloaked by a swath of beard and moustache.

Older than you, stronger than you, an astral man amidst a city of depravity.

Step closer.

A storm cracks outside, thunder rattling the windows, your vision tunneling inside the market, people doing their shopping ebbing around you, a rock in water, stalls and their goods fading into the distance.

The only thing you can see is this stranger and his bright blue eyes. “Thanks,” you croak, knuckles tense on the strap of your bag, net of spilled oranges now safely tucked inside the canvas. When did that happen? Your smile is forced, seasick though the ground is solid beneath you, and when the eye contact breaks to flicker over your shoulder, you jolt back to your sense, and turn away.

The blue eyes stay with you all the way home, into your flat, through the night. You think about them as you cook yourself dinner, as you pour yourself a too generous glass of wine. You feel them as you curl up on the couch, malignant presence lingering just outside your window.

It’s only once you undress and slip under your blankets that you finally feel a semblance of peace, as if the gaze has moved on, the undying focus abated in a sliver of moonlight.

Your dreams are filled with blood.

An oil slick across an ocean, too vast to know where it ends and begins, you fight to keep your head above water, legs kicking frivolously in the dark, terror tight around your throat, horror lurking on the outside of your mind. Thalassophobia renders you almost useless, the panic just enough to keep the drowning at bay.

Can you die in a dream?

A hand appears from nowhere, and you cling to it, wailing and gasping until you’re pulled ashore, laid flat on your back against black stone sand.

“Alright little love?” Him. The same eyes peer down, shining like the sun, chasing away the darkness settled in around you. He stuns you.

“Y-yeah.” He’s close enough cigar smoke permeates your air, your fingers gripping the front of his shirt like a lifejacket. It takes a moment, a second of realization-

You’re covered in blood. Hands, feet, forearms, face. It coats your lips, iron and earth in your nose, soaked all the way to your lungs. Heavier than tar, slicked to your windpipe, drowning your beating heart in ichor.

“Oh god, oh my god, what- what is this, what is this-“ You’ve never heard your own voice at this pitch, shrill, piercing, the sound of someone crying, the sound of someone freefalling.

That can’t be you, can it?

“Easy now.” He holds you by the shoulders. The sun and moon cycle overhead, light and darkness rotating, disorienting you further, a whimper crawling from your throat. “Shhh, I know, I know,” he rubs your temple, thumb stained ruby red, and then lifts it to his mouth, lips curled into a devilish smile, “knew you’d be perfect f’me.” The ground begins to shake, the sky splitting apart, white tendrils snaking across the sea to your ankles, and he frown, disappointment lingering in the lines of his face. The rough scrape of his beard presses to your cheek with a kiss, and he nestles a coin into the palm of your hand, the dream turning opaque before disappearing completely, your eyes opening to ceiling of your bedroom.

Just a dream, you remind yourself throughout the day. Just a dream, though it’s nearly impossible to keep your mind from wandering, remembering, tasting the salt of the ichor like it’s still fresh on your tongue.

“Hey!” Your coworker snaps her fingers, alarm flashing across her face. “Are you okay? You look… sick.”

“I’m just tired.”

“Maybe you should call it a day. Seriously, you look like death.” Your agreement is weak as she practically shoves you out the door. “Go home and take a nap or something.”

“Hello again.” Your heart jolts, battering against your bones in a frantic beat. “No need to be scared.” You blink. “I’m John… from the market yesterday? You dropped your oranges?”

“John.” Your tongue ties around his name, and though its polite to give yours, you can’t force it out. His brow furrows.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Good sense and manners appear, spurred on by years of chastising by your mother, and you grimace.

“Oh. Sorry. I’m a bit under the weather.” He looms ahead of you, blocking a portion of the sidewalk.

“Headed home then?” You nod. “I’ll walk you.”

“Oh, no. That’s not necessary.” He gives you a sharp look, the dispel to an argument, razored, jagged teeth closing in around your attempt at a refusal, and pulls at your wrist, thumb holding steady over your pulse point, heart rate slowing from a panic to a lull.

Your head hangs, and you slump, exhaustion tugging your limbs down towards the ground. The path doesn’t split before you, no way to choose one way or another, hedgerows too tall to peer over, lost and unable to discern the way. Your hands find your pockets, and brush across something unfamiliar and cool.

A coin.

Darkness closes in around you-

And the word goes black.

You wake in a bed.

Not your bed.

It’s big, wide enough your legs and arms spread out with touching the edge of the mattress. The sheets are fine, cotton you could never afford, threads delicate, spun silk. Luxury. A far cry from your one-bedroom flat.

“There you are.” Time jolts, bringing you into the present with startling speed, a hand clasping over your mouth before you can release a scream. “No need for that.”

“John?” You mumble into his palm. Your head is natant, woozy with the rocking, feet scrambling on a ship far away, desperate to hold tight to a rail, a lifeline, a moment of balance in a violent storm. “I’m gonna be sick.”

There’s a haunting, familiar taste on your lips and you lick them over and over, the tip of an iceberg, a memory just barely visible above placid water. You grasp at it, tug yourself closer, swallow the nostalgia until it rears its head-

Blood.

Horror wraps an unforgiving fist around your throat.

“What-“

“Welcome home.” What? Your feet tangle in the sheets, a net around your ankles. His big, warm hand flattens over your chest, blue gaze honing in, the predator ready to devour his prey. “Can hear your heart, little love.”

“This isn’t my h-home.”

“It is now.” He’s casual, leaning by your hip, now stroking deft fingers over your ribs. “This is my home, and now it’s yours too. You don’t need to worry, you’ll be well cared for.” The cold green sick feeling surges, and you roll over to the side of the mattress, spewing the contents of your stomach onto polished hardwood floors.

It’s not bile, or water, or even food.

It’s red. Dark red, dripping off your lips like rain, flooding the grooves beneath you. He rubs your back like you’re a child who needs soothing, grip tight on your arm when you try to rip away.

“It won’t always be like this,” he coos, clucking his tongue in sympathy, “the taste is difficult to get used to.”

“The taste of what?”

“Blood.”

[mavshack1205]

From Casual to Chic: Versatile Sandals and Flats for Every Occasion Flat

‘Good shoes take you to good places’ by South Korean singer Seohyun is the latest fashion mantra for the girls out there.  The so-called good shoes are often used synonymously with high uncomfortable heels. For centuries, heels have been the second word for female fashionable shoes. With the onset of fashionable flats, fashion is redefined. So your good shoes with comfort and without shoe bites, sprains, and cramps are here topping the fashion charts. With digitization, many top brands are also available at your doorsteps. Sandals online shopping India is the new trend.

Reasons to ditch heels for flats

Painless

Flats allow the feet and body to be in a more natural position whereas heels throw your balance off centre and affect your posture. This can cause back problems in the long run.

Comfortable and Practical

Flats can be worn to work, while travelling, shopping, or simply during performing any of your routine tasks. Heels tend to pull up more energy just roaming around often leading to fatigue.

Light -weighted and Minimal

Flats are usually lightweight as compared to heels which makes them ideal for both walking and travelling. Also, their sleek design takes little space when packed.

Low Risk

Flats are comfortable and easier to balance as they form a better grip on the ground making them safe for rainy weather, slippery floors, and during running.  

Versatile:  

Gone are the days of monotonous and boring sandals. They are now available in various forms and designs including sandals, sneakers, loafers, and ballets each individually divided into further categories.

Some economic brands for flats

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