Foot Massage Story Novels & Stories

I moaned out as Jace's magic finger moved to the base of my left foot. "It's funny how you and Lisa willingly walked around the whole mall from store to store dragging poor Brandon and me along like we had nothing else to do with our lives and now I am made to massage your feet like it was my fault" Jace murmured his concentration fixed on what he was doing despite his murmuring about it. "I was too excited to feel anything then" I explained, adjusting my back on the pillows behind me to make myself more comfortable. "And now you are feeling everything, I still have to go in for it"

So, she had been trying to set them up many times, but Jacob was simply slow and ignorant. Mrs. Murphy was dying of anxiety. “You can do some more difficult rehab exercises after this. However, remember not to rush and take it one step at a time. Apart from acupressure massage, you can also try herbal foot baths, which will be good for your feet.” Mable took out a pen and paper from her medical kit. “I’ll write the prescription for you. You can get the medicines from the herbal stores. Concoct it for half an hour and let it cool down before soaking your feet.”

Next morning, when she opened her eyes, the right side of her bed was clearly empty and cold. But what surprised her was that her legs were parted with a pillow in the middle, and the pain was literally gone. She felt refreshed and no longer exhausted. ​ “Did he truly massage me last night?” She still wonders if it was a dream or true. Byron Gilbert, the Mafia King, massaged her feet. Who would believe that? ​ She sighed as she finally rose from the bed gently to get refreshed for a new, bright day.

Based on that little bit of memory she had in her head, the way Ruth washed her future mother-in-law's feet seemed quite professional. "Missus Poole, your heels should be massaged with thumbs, so that bone spurs will not easily grow. Also, there are plenty of points at the sole of your foot to help you relax. I will massage them all for you. Lean your head back and put your feet on me here. Yes, yes, just like that. Missus Poole, if you think it hurts, I can exert less force. If you can still withstand it, then I will use more force. Missus Pooled, how do you feel now?"

One of them was still cradling her foot, his thumb moving in slow, deliberate circles over the spot that had been aching earlier. The pain was gone now, replaced by a warmth that seeped deep into her muscles, into her bones. It felt intimate in a way she hadn’t been prepared for. “You’re…” Her voice came out softer than she intended. “You’re massaging my feet.” Franklin glanced down, then back at her, clearly amused. “And what’s wrong with that?” he asked. Cassie swallowed. She hesitated, words tangling with nerves. “No one’s ever done that for me before.”

said Gaby. A few minutes later, the old lady re-wrapped Gaby’s foot. The old lady even smiled at her and handed her the oil. “Use this oil to massage your foot. Sooner or later, the painful part will heal. Keep massaging with this oil.” The old lady said. “Thanks a lot,” said Gaby. Manang led the older woman out of the room. Dylan came in and sat on the bed just next to her sore foot. “Let’s play downstairs again. Would you like to join?” Dylan asked.

Working up my toes and squeezed them gently His actions were so relaxing that I closed my eyes enjoying the foot massage "You have such magical hands," I said, complimenting him for his work. He chuckled as he switched my right foot. I knew my feet were not swollen but it was nice having someone massage me "Say that again sweetheart...I'm just the best baby" he said as he looked at him and I frowned knowing he was praising himself. We ended up laughing as I smacked him on the shoulders "You are just the best... anyone would be lucky to have a good hubby like you...so talented," I said with a wink and accidentally met eyes with Victor. His face was burning red for some reason

Then he stood, moved to the foot of the bed, and before I could protest, he had my feet in his hands. "Calloway, you don't have to—" "Hush." His thumbs pressed into my arch, working out the tension. "Let me do this." It felt too good to argue. I let my eyes close, let myself just feel—his strong hands, the pressure that was exactly right, the simple intimacy of being cared for. "Where did you learn to do this?" I murmured. "YouTube, actually. Last week. I figured you'd need it eventually." I opened my eyes. "You watched YouTube videos on foot massage?"

He looked relaxed, impossibly handsome, and completely focused on me. I smiled, sitting back on the edge of the plush velvet sofa and looking up at him with a soft, affectionate expression. "A little," I admitted softly, a gentle laugh escaping my lips. "Standing in four-inch heels for three hours giving a global keynote isn't exactly part of my recovery protocol." Rhys crossed the room in three long strides, sinking onto the sofa beside me. Without saying a word, he gently gathered my legs, swinging them into his lap. His large, warm hands wrapped around my ankle, his thumbs beginning a slow, firm massage across the arch of my foot.

Liam guided me to the bedroom with hands that were steady despite the chaos surrounding us, his presence solid and grounding in a world that wouldn't stop spinning. "Sit," he instructed, and I obeyed too tired to argue. He knelt before me, gently removing my heels one at a time, his thumbs massaging the arches of my feet with surprising skill. "Where did you learn that?" I asked, my voice husky. "Physical therapy. After Sara died, I couldn't sleep. Stress manifested physically. My trainer taught me pressure points." His hands moved up to my calves, working out knots I hadn't known were there. "Figured it might help you too."