Pulling the door open with a heavy hand, I sigh as I enter the house. Exhausted from a long day at work I say, “Hello love,” I say as I flick off my heels and smile at you on the couch. Looking up from the TV, you smile back, “Hi hon, come sit with me.” You pat the cushion next to you as I walk over and sit on the opposite side. Giving you a devious grin, I slide my legs across your lap. “Oh,” your eyes light up as you start to massage my calves and work your way towards my feet. “How was work honey?”
“Work was work babe. Shut up and rub my feet.” I melt into the couch as I brush your hand with my feet, urging you to massage my soles. “Mmm,” I say as you rub your knuckles into the hard part of my heel, “That feels so good.”