Yoga Footjob Novels & Stories

So I keep my mouth shut. ….. After barely sleeping for three hours, I wake up to the loud sound of the TV. I rub my eyes and try to focus. “With your foot parallel and toes pointing to the top of the mat, bend your knee into a lunge.” The voice says, and I groan and stuff my face under a pillow. “Keep your left leg straight behind you and turn your left heel in at approximately 45 degrees.” Oh God, the sound is too loud. I don’t need to learn Warrior Yoga Pose first thing in the morning.

"No." "When those two people did it with you for the first time, did this problem happen?" "Well, it was the first time, so…" I asked tentatively, "Was the guy too big? Or was the foreplay not done well?" A hint of resentment flashed across Ms. Lawson's face, and she mumbled, "It… wasn't that big. It also wasn't as long or thick as your middle finger…" I suddenly held up my middle finger toward her, curling my lips into a mischievous smirk. "Ms. Lawson, do you like this size?"

Our destination for the day was Sole Haven Massage Retreat, a place promising relaxation and indulgence. As we entered the retreat, a serene atmosphere greeted us, accompanied by the soothing scent of essential oils. Sarah led me to an area where they offered foot spas. It was my first time trying out such a contraption, and I must admit, it looked rather peculiar. Curiosity mingled with skepticism within me. With a mischievous grin, Sarah urged me to give it a shot. I cautiously placed my feet into the warm water, feeling a tingling sensation. As the machine sprang to life, bubbles and gentle vibrations enveloped my feet. A surprised giggle escaped my lips.

The last five years had been such a waste of my time! All of a sudden, I felt a push that sent me flying down the steps. Automatically, I put out my right hand to protect myself from the fall. An agonizing pain rocked through me, and I instinctively retracted my hand, only to find that a large patch of skin had been torn off, revealing the flesh beneath. By the time I realized what had happened, I had already fallen to the foot of the steps and banged my head against the hard landing. Meanwhile, Donald, who was supposed to be my boyfriend, was anxiously protecting Gigi.

Only getting a gulp for an answer, I decide to go ahead and start Youtube, opening the channel of this yoga teacher who uploads new classes every week. I start this week's class and follow her instructions, trying my best to stretch in impossible angles. I’ve been doing this daily for almost a year now but this girl still manages to make me wonder what I’m doing wrong. It took me six months just to be able to do the splits but what she’s doing doesn’t seem humanly possible.

"Mm, mm, mm, mm, mmm, now that is what I like to see when I come home from the office." Jory bites his lip as he gazes down at me on my knees, naked, and my legs spread wide. It's the Nadu pose that Merrick likes to see me in when we go to the playroom, and I wanted to greet them with it when they came to dinner. I'm getting a little too heavy to be doing this, though, but I didn't think that far ahead when I got down on my knees just a few minutes before Jory walked in. Luckily, Merrick and Knox walk in right after.

“Run a finger between each toe. Work the toes apart.” One finger doesn’t seem enough. I use my thumbs again, the tips this time, gently pressing them into the space between each toe and then sliding them down into the pad, using my fingers on the top of her foot to counter the pressure as I softly ease the bones beneath the skin, undoing the constriction of her shoes. I can tell how good it feels. I let my lips part, breathing carefully through my mouth. If I let the scents overwhelm me, Sarah’s foot rub will be a short one.

Not sure if I believed that, though. By mid-morning, I was bored out of my mind. Craig had gone out to check the perimeter—which may or may not have been an excuse to get some fresh air. I decided to take advantage of his absence to try to remember some poses I’d learned in a yoga class at the community center ages ago. Balancing on one foot on the shag rug in front of the sofa, I attempted one pose after another. None of them were super accurate, but the stretching felt good.

"Let me go. I’ll do it myself." Maya raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my submission. She stepped forward, lifting her foot with exaggerated grace. "Good. Now, hurry up. Everyone’s watching." The woman with the phone giggled, switching the live stream to focus on Maya’s polished shoe. As I leaned forward, anger boiled in my veins, and an idea struck me like lightning. Just as my lips were about to touch her shoe, I yanked my head back, stood up, and kicked her foot with all the strength I had.

London wondered if it was thanks to the strange boat-shaped design or the bump in the middle that caused the toy to stick to her nether regions like gum. London didn’t want to test the jump theory out by running with the toy in her underwear, although reading the FAQ section confirmed that she could do such activities if she wanted. Yoga wasn’t recommended but running, sitting, walking and other activities like household chores were safe to do while wearing the Harlem Shake.