He takes the left foot in both hands. Using the muscles in his palms, he squeezes the ball of my foot. It hurts a little, but also feels good. He uses both of his thumbs to work a circular motion all over the heel and instep, culminating in some forward motion strokes over my toes. It feels sensational and I can’t help but let out some very happy oohs and aahs. I settle in and close my eyes. After a good ten minutes, he completes the massage for my left foot, raising it to his face and resting his lips on my toes as he kisses them. I open my eyes a crack to watch him. He meets my eye, seemingly seeking reassurance that what he’s doing is okay.
“That was sooo nice.” My voice sounds sleepy, I’m so relaxed. He smiles, lowering my left foot into his lap before lifting my right foot, beginning
