Got up this morning and did my normal routine. I decided to get a manicure and pedicure today so I went out to my favorite little place at the mall, put my name on the list and waited…
As soon as I sat in the massage chair I had a feeling this time would be different, I looked down to see the most beautiful asian boy poised at my feet, ready to begin the routine of beautifying my toes, etc. He was so gorgeous, his eyes almost the color of black coal. I started to notice how intense he was at his work, trimming my cuticles and gently rubbing each toe…it became more of an erotic journey than I had ever experienced before. I wondered if he noticed the flush in my cheeks as he began to massage my feet. Gently he rubbed oil over my entire foot, rubbing each tendon and muscle gently but firmly, touching all the right places…mmmmm. It took everything I had not to take him home with me and in the end, he left me feeling almost as if we had shared something much more than a pedicure. Heaven.
So, now I ‘m home and feeling like a foot slave would be a great end to my day. Or just a whiny little boy with a penchant for my gorgeous feet. Maybe one of them will call me tonight.
