Foot Massage Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mari asked while twining her fingers together. Seeing her reminded Jasmine of Birdie. That young girl had been as hospitable as Mari. "I..." Jasmine licked her lips. She wasn't feeling hungry. "No, thanks." "Well then, do you want me to continue massaging your feet?" Jasmine was about to negate politely when Mari added, "It'll restore heat in your feet and it'll be easier for you to walk." "O-okay." Mari happily sat back near her feet and took them in her lap gently. She started at her toe and fingers and then slowly pressed the underside of her foot, going down to her heel. She stroked in circular motions at her ankles and then repeated it all over again.

He'd been given so many opportunities, and every single one, he'd destroyed with his own hands. A patient recorded the whole thing and posted it online. The internet? Totally exploded. "Seriously, is he even human?" "Karma's real—cancer patient and a mistress? You can't make this stuff up." "I was there. Terrifying. But, wow, that woman's mouth probably didn't help." The backlash hit hard, and the hospital's rep tanked. I had to do a quick livestream to explain the mess. No one saw that tragedy coming. The first person to like the stream? Margaret.

She tried to give herself a good talking to, telling herself to make excuses and go home-she didn't need complications in her life. However, another more atavistic part of her took over and she found herself walking back into the lab, smiling at Mr Paire, and again pressing her leg against his, as if that were normal procedure in clinic. Their eyes met and they both smiled. Harry looked down at Mia's foot, which was only in socks now, and lifted it on to his knee. 'Would a foot massage help you relax and concentrate?' he asked. Mia replied, 'I really think it would, Sir.'

He applies pressure kneading my ankle as his expert fingers work their way from the instep of my foot to the arch and then back again. He presses down on the exact spot where it hurts and I wince fisting the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders. "Where did you learn to do that?" I ask, trying to keep my voice even as his fingers skim past my swollen skin. Nikolai tilts his head to look at me once more, a self satisfied gleam in his eyes. "You learn a lot about the human body when you're in a business like mine" is his simple reply as he drops my foot carefully to the ground and lifts the other one, doing the same until the pain is nothing but a dull ache.

"Hm?" "You don't have to—" He ignored her completely. --------------------------- Moments later, his hands began gently massaging her tired feet. Lyra immediately froze. Then relaxed. Then almost melted into the mattress. "Oh." A small laugh escaped her. "That feels nice." "I know." "You've done this before?" "No." She looked suspicious. "Then how are you good at it?" Arsen looked thoughtful. "Research." Lyra stared. "You researched foot massages?" "Several articles." She burst into laughter.

"I don't want to bore you with my problems." "Come on, don't be like that. Look at it as payment for my services and a thank you for inviting me in. How does that sound?" "I thought the purpose of the massage was to help me relax and forget about my problems for a while." "I know." There was a pause. "But I also know that it helps to speak to someone, especially a stranger." He moved to my feet and repeated the process, applied oils and then massaged my toes and the soles of my feet.

Those strong veiny forearms had me stare. Damn! Could this man be any more hot? With those big calloused hands, he started rubbing my feet gently, massaging them. A gasp left my lips. "They had a long day, and an eventful night. Not to forget those killer heels you wear all day." His lips pursed. "They must hurt." He mumbled underneath his breath, as if talking to himself with his gaze set on my feet. The food was long forgotten as I stared at this man before me. The gentle force of his hands on my sore feet almost made me let out a moan.

I replied to her. "Uhm... Boss asked me to massage your foot, waist, and head for you. He mentioned that your foot would be tired after the whole day of being on the bed, and your waist too. The head massage is for your injury so it won't hurt your head," She explained to me, and I scoffed in disbelief. Miles is surely getting weirder every damn day and it's getting me even more confused. "I'm not a professional masseur, but I'll do my best," She further said, and I briefly sighed.

“Don’t worry; you’ll get paid – double - for overtime work.” My spirits perked up at the mention of money. “Yes, I’m willing to do your bidding,” I replied. “I have muscle cramps. Can you massage my legs, please?” She directed me. “I’m not very good at massage,” I intoned, surprised at her request. “I’ll teach you how,” she uttered, her voice barely audible. “Come,” she signaled with her fingers, patting the space beside her. She directed my hands to her calves and said: “Knead this area gently. Just use your thumb to loosen the area.”

Just as Catherine finished a game, she heard Amelia talking to her and turned her head to look at Amelia. Amelia was having a foot bath, her face twisted in pain, and she kept making all sorts of cries. Catherine couldn't help but smile. This new roommate of hers was quite an interesting person. "Press the area that is two inches below the knee and massage the center of the sole of your feet a hundred times. It'll be much more useful than your foot bath." Hearing what Catherine said, Amelia became very happy, thanking Catherine excitedly. "Thank you, Catherine!"