Yoga Footjob Novels & Stories

Thankfully, Javier nodded his head at her to gesture that he was going to play along, which allowed the maid to heave a long sigh of relief. ‘Thank goodness this guest isn’t putting on any airs, nor does he seem to be angry because of something so trivial. ‘Otherwise, I’d definitely get scolded for making our guest feel unhappy.’ After accepting Maya’s request, Javier got pulled onto a yoga mat before Maya personally demonstrated some yoga techniques. Sure enough, Maya was extremely flexible. She was standing on only her right leg with her body leaning forward. Then, her left leg extended backward, forming a 180-degree angle with her body, which was leaning forward.

I'm sure I had a puzzled expression on my face, because he seemed to find it amusing as he gazed down at me. He made some sort of fancy loop at the end of the rope. I was never a girl scout, so I had no idea what he was doing, but then he lifted my leg on that side, slid the loop over my foot and pulled. I found myself staring straight up at my toes and wishing I'd kept up with those yoga classes. He did the same with my other foot, then he climbed onto the bed, knelt at my ass, with his knees to either side of my hips. He reached for my left foot and pushed it even further toward the corner of the headboard, lifting my hips in the process and stretching my leg straight. He pulled on one par

“Okay, ready” Spin follows us into my office where we deconstruct the back wall to expose my gym. “Barefoot first”, Jonny says as he kicks his shoes off and pulls the socks from his feet. I was already barefoot, so I stood waiting. Then I put gloves on and stood in the center of the mat. “Okay Amory, go”! I close my eyes and inhale, taking in the scent of Jonny. Then I kick! Jonny catches my foot and pushes me back onto my ass. “Graaaagh”, I scream out in frustration.

" She laughed and continued to lick her ice cream as Mara continued talking. "Standing Wheelbarrow. Hmm! This one… This one will really get the blood rushing to your head and is an easy feat for dedicated yogis. Assume downward dog position, and then let your partner gently pick up your legs and wrap them around their waist. You’ll support yourself with your arms, and for added support, they’ll also hold you up by your hips." "Huh? Wait… you really did this? This crazy style…?" Annabel asked and Mara nodded. "You are really a badass." Said Annabel to Mara and Mara smiled upon hearing that but she never stopped talking.

I press my elbows under my ribs, flatten my palms to the mat and extend my legs behind me, hovering parallel to the mat. The people around me notice and murmur approvingly. Eat that shit, pretty-boy. “Yoga is a personal practice. There’s no need to compare yourself with others. There’s no competition.” She’d look pretty with a gag. A bright pink one to match all the colors she likes to wear. She’d look lovely tied up, too. Naked, of course. Wrists in another bright color, bound to my headboard. I’d leave her feet free, though, so she can show me just how wide those legs spread. Just how bendy she can get with my hands on her.

Bill's first foot massage lasted twenty-five minutes. Twenty-five minutes of maintaining a fully turgid erection. Twenty-five agonizing minutes of constant touching her toes, soles, heels, and all the other parts he had yet to learn the names for. It was a very successful evening as far as his new-found fetish was concerned. Lots of hot moments that he soon recalled as he came twice in rapid succession that night in his room. He was hooked. Feet were his new thing. Bill was looking forward to a repeat the next day. During work, he planned how he would go about setting up another foot massage session. It wasn't until he was home did he get a text from Rachel:

“Sit on the edge of the cushion, cross your right leg over left leg, and place your hands in comfortable position.” Kitten was hesitant to try this pose, but she acted upon her words and sat down, Lydia instructed her. “Now close your eyes and breathe deeply, it will help you to clear your mind.” However, Kitten’s swollen feet caught my eye. I was hell worried to see the doom on her foot. “Leave this useless sitting pose, and do something for her feet.” My command was supposed to alert Lydia, but Raymond efficiently jumped before Shyla. “I will massage your feet. You will feel better, Shyl.”

"Isn't yoga supposed to be relaxing? Why teach people how to bind their hands and feet?" "Stop talking and follow me!" Bianca placed the soles of her feet together, knees opened, and then held her feet, bending forward until her chin touched the ground. Frost tried to imitate but found it difficult to get his feet together, and his knees wouldn't open. His body felt stuck, and no matter how he wiggled, he couldn't bend forward. Bianca effortlessly stood up with her feet together. She walked behind Frost, extended her hands, and pressed them against his waist.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

“Unless running away counts.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “Not good enough.” He stepped closer, the shift in his posture making the room feel smaller. “I’ll show you something simple.” Minutes later, I was on the mat in the indoor gym, barefoot, my hair pulled loosely over one shoulder. Leo circled slowly, adjusting my stance with a hand at my hip, then my shoulder. His touch wasn’t hesitant — it was firm, certain, the way someone handled what was theirs. “Weight on the balls of your feet,” he said. “If you’re flat, you’re slow.”