Foot Massage Story Novels & Stories

Seeing his hands move to pick up my feet, he plopped them down on his lap and cocked a brow at me. "She told Fury your feet and neck hurt, and she is struggling to heal them." He admitted, nodding to my feet in his lap. "So how about you eat a cracker or two, and I will give you a foot rub." "Deal!" I grinned, leaning forward to grab the crackers with greedy hands, suddenly feeling hungry. Wiggling my toes in his direction, I felt a smile tug at my lips, seeing the expression cross his face as he took my foot in his hand and began to massage his thumb into my heel.

I said, "Coming home to you waiting on me is the best part of my day." She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against mine, "You're too good to me," she sighed. I laughed, "You're too good for me." Gently, I tugged on the laces of her boots and felt the slightest resistance before they loosened. I eased off each boot and carefully pulled away her socks. Then, with a tenderness that still felt foreign to me, I began to massage her feet. She released soft moans as my fingers moved against her skin.

The trip was very pleasant, at night we just arrived at the hotel. "Why? Pain?" asked Mas Suma when he saw me massaging my feet. I answered with a nod. My enthusiasm makes me forget my current capacity which is not as energetic as it used to be. "Come, I massage it!" he said. My feet were placed on his lap. And massage slowly and gently. "Mas Suma, you don't have to. It's not massage. It's touching. It tickles" I said and I pulled my leg from his lap.

I sighed, flexing my toes on the cool marble floor. He took my bare foot in his hand. His touch was firm, yet incredibly gentle. His thumb pressed into the arch, massaging the aching muscles with surprising skill. I couldn't suppress a small moan of pure relief. His gaze flicked up to mine, a spark of heat in the grey depths at the sound. He focused back on my foot, his fingers working magic on the soreness. He found the blister on my heel, his touch turning feather-light around the angry red spot.

“I dare you to give me a foot massage.” Reece smirks. “Okay baby. Give me your feet.” I scoot back on the bed, leaning against the head board and stretch my legs out in front of me, so my feet are in his lap. He starts with my left, massaging the center and I have to admit he’s pretty good at it. “Have you done this before?” I ask as he starts massaging different parts of my foot. Reece shrugs. “A few times. My mom used to ask for foot massages all the time when I was a kid, so I got pretty good at it.”

“Ah! I remembered it suddenly! There is a method to cure menstrual cramps!” Ancestor Bodhi looked at him with a puzzled expression. “What is the method?” “Foot massage!”

He extended his hand towards my feet and glanced up at me. “May I?” He asked and I gulped before nodding my head. He raised my feet gently and placed them in the lukewarm water. I could smell the lemon and peppermint essential oils. As the warm water and his warm hands massaged my swollen feet, the discomfort subsided significantly. I watched him release his hold on my legs and raise his hands from the water. He stood up and disappeared behind the open door of my restroom, which I had left unlocked, after taking a quick look around. He returned with a towel and waited while kneeling in front of me.

He joked. "Says the person that works out everyday and weigh 280 lbs " She teased poking his chest, he just laughed it off. He had begged her to go to the gym with him once and she almost fainted there, it took her days to regain her self. In his arms, she fell deep asleep. She looked peaceful like an angel that she is, Hussain used that moment to draw circles on her back. She always hated it because it makes her shiver.

Ronald meets her gaze and chuckles softly. “That is true. And it just so happens that we have a massage therapist here at this facility.” Ronald says as he starts rubbing the sole of her foot with his fist. His grip is firm and Ally can feel the tension leaving her foot. “I will ask your caretaker to send one to you. It can only help you to relax.” “I feel relaxed though.” Ally tells Ronald.

, I bit my lower lip and pleaded with puppy-dog eyes. "Or… maybe you could help me?" If Uncle Theo grew tired of giving me a massage, who was to say he wouldn't give me permission to continue using the massage gun? His eyes darkened so much that they were pitch-black. "Please," I begged with a pout. At the same time, I reached a hand under my nightgown to rub my increasingly sore legs. I had already run five laps around the field before the evening self-study session, yet because I got caught talking, the teacher had made me run five laps as punishment.