Yoga Footjob Novels & Stories

"Don't move. I'll be right back." I follow my instructions, remaining in the same place he left me when he returns with two more bottles of water. With one in each hand, he rolls them up and down the soles of my feet, the ridges on the bottles acting like rollers. My feet recoil at first from the temperature of the plastic, but they quickly adjust and are left with the same effect the first one did. He has me turn over on my stomach so he can complete his water bottle full-body massage. He should patent this technique.

I purred with delight. “Feel good?” Nate asked, already knowing the answer. “So, so good.” I managed to say. He worked my foot for a good ten minutes before lowering it and taking my other foot in his strong hands and repeating the same routine. When he let go of my first foot it came to rest against his lap and I felt his erection under his bathing suit. He continued to expertly rub my foot and I found that I had to agree with him. He did give the best foot rubs in the world. When he was done, he set my feet down and moved over to give me some space.

Yoga said, displaying an angry expression. "What do you mean by 'the next target'?" Daffa inquired. "Hehehe." Yoga chuckled and then launched a kick towards Daffa. "Oh, so this is what you meant." Daffa easily dodged the kick and retaliated by striking Yoga's face with his elbow. Bugh!!! "Calm down, you won't die just from a punch like that," Daffa taunted upon hearing Yoga groan in pain. Yoga didn't want to be humiliated, so he attacked Daffa again.

I always give my all. It was in the middle of the choreography that I felt a surge of pain on my right foot. Shit. Hold it in, Zaya. Just a few more minutes. I told to myself. Just right after our signature pose, and the light indicating that the feed is still on was turned off, my feet gave in and a loud thud echoed on the room as my body hit the floor. The girls were shocked and immediately bent down to ask if I'm okay.

Zachary firmly held onto her foot, glancing up at Joey. "You can't treat your feet like that. They're more sensitive than hands. Let me give you a foot rub." Joey squirmed a bit, making a face. "Let go …" Seated on the couch, Zachary held onto her foot, massaging the swollen areas. His tone was cold. "A foot rub will help. Didn't you get warm shoes?" "Warm ones don't make a difference," Joey replied.

They are very slippery and highly effective. “Tell me who makes you feel good baby?” He says in a low dominating voice. He’s been consumed in jealousy and wants affirmation. I’m not giving into his ego that easy. My feet are soaked with oil and close quarters to his cock. I can’t say I’ve ever given anyone a foot job before but I get the gist. I move my feet to his cock and he looks shocked. I begin the deed studying him intently watching his reaction to see what feels good. “Fuck! You’re so kinky baby.” He continues rubbing me and moaning his approvals.

I'm pregnant with twins, for fucks's sake! A few minutes later, Maddox is sweating. I'm keeping to the rituals, well, poses Madam Faux gave me, but he is doing the same weird shit the others in the room are. "I thought this was yoga?" Maddox is out of breath, his head facing down while his ass is in the air. It's a pleasant view. "What the fuck is this position?" "Yoga for women, honey. Madam Faux is all about using yoga in bed and finding the right position for the perfect climax."

No one else appears to be up yet—thank God—so I bring up the YouTube channel on the TV for my yoga session of the day. Later, after several attempts at this ridiculousness, sweat drips off me while I push my legs as far apart as they’ll go and grasp my toes. I call it The Crotch Widener Pose, but I don’t think the trim girl in the video would approve. She moves into another position, and I fumble around on my mat, trying to get up. “What’s the point of this,” I mutter, weaving as I try to stand still on one foot, my arms straight and pointed at the ceiling, one foot tucked into the bend of my knee. “Look, I’m a rocket man,” I announce to no one. “Should have brought Vampire Bill out here so

No, teasing was safe. She did her morning ritual stretches, in the nude, of course. How could she get into all those yoga positions with any sort of restrictive clothing on her body? She watched herself in the giant wall mirror, reveling in the muscle tone and complicated positions she could twist herself into. When she planted her hands on the floor in front of her and pressed up, lifting her butt off the floor; she put her legs out at a forty-five degree angle and pointed her toes out straight. She slowly rotated her hips and keeping her feet off the floor, she pushed herself into a handstand. Her legs were out level with her hips, toes pointed out in an upside down splits. She looked at h