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soxsneaksboots 3 days
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My good straight turkish friend has always very stinky socks
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gstevensfeet 7 months
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desperately need someone to come and get this job done for me鈥ny volunteers? 馃憛馃Χ馃徎
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prtyfeetmom 3 months
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thearomaoflove69 1 month
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charlotteee013 17 days
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Beginner's Guide to Foot Massages During Pregnancy
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wanderingfootlocker 3 months
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I'll keep you warm
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soxsneaksboots 6 months
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Serving a MASTERCOUPLE
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gstevensfeet 11 months
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my feet :) who wants a go at them?
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prtyfeetmom 5 months
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Waiting for my foot rub
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berzatto-and-you 6 months
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For all the hard work Carmy put into the restaurant, he barely complained. Well. That wasn't quite true. He whinged about labels having torn edges, about having to show allegedly experienced chefs just how to care for the knives properl. The near enough constant bellyaching about suppliers was one that had you rolling your eyes on a regular basis. However, the one thing Carmy never mentioned or whinged about was the toll the job took on him. More specifically, his body.
You had done your research. Hell, you'd even had a short stint in a coffee shop while in college. That was nowhere near the level Carmy worked at and it had been awful for you all the same. The heat, the public, the constant hand washing, it all added up. But the worst part? How your feet had ached after a solid shift. Needless to say, you left the job as quickly as you could afford to, it really wasn't your kind of thing. More importantly, you had a sneaky suspicion that Carmy ached in unimaginable ways at the end of each day.
Not once did he mutter darkly about cuts and burns, about how the skin of his knuckles tended to split in the cold, dry air. Muscles adjusted, sure, but the body didn't get used to pain. Some days you could have sworn you saw Carmy wince as he straightened up. An idea was forming in your mind.
It wasn't easy to pull off. You could have sworn Carmy had some kind of sixth sense for when softness and gentleness was imminent. The skill with which he deflected attention would have been admirable if it wasn't infuriating. Offers of running him a warm bath were rebuffed with claims about hot water being funky at his place (it wasn't, you'd tried it out, Carmy just seemed strangely attached to having a cold shower). A shoulder rub was ruined by his inability to keep still. After two light passes over tense muscles, your hands had traced air because he'd leaned forward to grab something off the coffee table. The back massage ended before it even started when he grabbed the bottle of scented massage oil and gave it a sniff. At first you'd thought it might have clashed with his senses but then he muttered something about lavender aioli and began scanning the ingredients list. Next moment he was scribbling something in his notebook by the bed. You're fairly certain that mushrooms were involved but you didn't ask.
Determination may as well have been your middlename because you were going to make absolutely certain that Carmy got a bit of pampering. Even if it had to be done covertly and without him realising. The opportunity presented itself with laughable ease. Carmy was sprawled on the sofa, eyes heavy but sleep refused to come for him. Tapping his legs, you demanded they be lifted so you could plop down and drag his feet into your lap. A fairly standard end to the evening, nothing to set off any alarm bells in his head. Touches started slow, a hand resting on his shin, doing nothing more than just being a presence. As he didn't react, you slwoly start squeezing, fingers working the muscles of his calf. From the corner of your eye you see Carmy shift and look at his own leg but nothing comes out of his mouth. Good, that was how you intended things to happen.
Ever so gradually, the squeezes turned to rubs as you massage first one leg then the other. As your hands drift down to his feet, he recoils a little.
"Don't. Ticklish." You weren't going to tickle him, that was pretty much the exact opposite of your plans. With a firm grip, you took his ankle and pulled it back into your lap. The first pass of hard pressure over the arch of his foot had Carmy making a funny noise in his throat. It was cute, you wanted to hear more. By some miracle, Carmy didn't resist. You were allowed to work harshly over the balls of his feet, trace the arches and revel in his small twitches.
By the time you pulled the socks off, he was near enough liquid goop on the sofa. Thankfully your hand was warm as you ran the tip of your finger lightly down the length of his bare foot and he kicked a little, grumbling but not doing much else. That was all the reassurance you needed before unleashing your true intent. Grabbing one foot with both hands, you squeezed and rubbed, watching the way Carmy's face scrunched up before relaxing into something serene.
Not daring to say anything, you continue rubbing his feet, tracing his toes, all while your eyes are firmly on the TV. The odd glance you dared send his way was enough of a reward. Eyes closed, face slack and devoid of all traces of a frown, Carmy looked at peace. Eventually, when your hands were starting to ache, you paused. He took that as the opportunity to sit up, shoulder to shoulder.
"You're amazing," he murmured, looking up from under his lashes. "But also gross. Feet are disgusting."
In one fell swoop you had undone all your hard work; you lifted your hands and waved them in his face. His screech of "feet hands" Go wash them!" had you laughing too hard to breathe. You were definitely doing this again at some point.
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poorticklishsoles 4 months
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It's time for more Ari contenttt!!!! This little series on her foot being tickled is gonna be released in a few parts as well. Here we have oiling and preparation :)
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Part 1
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indeedgoodman 4 months
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violetrose133 6 months
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馃憖 what is going on here?
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