So yeah… now you know exactly how I figured out my daughter’s boyfriend was a total foot guy just like you!! 😜🙂↕️
And that naughty little discovery turned into our naughty secret arrangement pretty quick! He now gives me long, slow, private foot massages whenever he can! BUT…
There was still that one tiny problem I mentioned earlier when we first started: He was so completely fucking mesmerized by my plump, soft, naturally wrinkled soles, that he was actually kinda terrible at giving foot rubs! 🤣
Way too distracted. 🤦🏼♀️
I’m talking the kind of pretty pink arches and plump, squishy heels that make a guy’s brain short-circuit. He’d start off with good intentions — thumbs pressing into my arches, working out the tension — but within seconds his hands would slow down, his breathing would get heavy, and those hungry eyes would just lock onto every little wrinkle, every soft curve, every flex of my toes like he was in a full-on tra.nce!!
I’d literally have to tease him, “Babe… you’re supposed to be rubbing, not just eye-fucking them the whole time.” 🙄 _(Which yes, FYI, DID make me feel a bit guilty!! Not only was I sole-seducing my own daughter's boyfriend, I was basically grooming him for secret sex! 🫣) _
It would have been way easier to be in blissful denial about, if I wasn't ALSO needing to talk dirty to him!! Gaaaa!
But fuck right? 🤷🏼♀️
I mean, you should know very well by now if you've been following me… Momma takes her foot rubs VERY seriously! These soles deserve the good stuff! And it can't be stated enough: Especially when I’m low-key sole-seducing my own daughter’s boyfriend behind her back! If this secret deal was going to keep happening (and trust me, I wanted it to keep happening), the massages needed to be damn good!
So after a couple of cute-but-pathetic sessions, where he spent way more time drooling and throbbing than actually working the knots out of my feet… I was for.ced to make an executive decision. I decided it was time to help the poor cutie “scratch his itch” just a teeny bit further. 😈
Give him a little taste of what he was clearly dying for, so he could finally get those pesky, overwhelming distractions out of his system and focus on giving my pretty feet the deep, worshipful rubs they deserve!
What exactly did I decide? Mmm… you’ll just have to stay tuned for the next post to find out 😉
xoxo
-Gwen 💋
