juin 18, 2004
footie.
there's a theory that each sign of the zodiac rules a part of the body. for leos, it's the back (just ask biscuit). for pisces, it's the feet.
you'd better believe it. the fastest way to make me purr is to be kind to my tootsies.
the sad thing is, feet rarely get the attention that they deserve, because for reasons unknown they have been saddled with a terrible stigma: the general consensus is that feet are kind of gross. to my way of thinking, that is beyond tragic, because your feet are two of the hardest-working contraptions affixed to your body, and they deserve special treatment from time to time. especially if you live in a non-car culture, such as can be found in this city. especially if you're a girl and wear ridiculous fabulous shoes all the time. if you have ever injured your foot, you know how difficult life is when they go on strike. best to keep them satisfied, really.
i am a female biped living in new york with a love for walking and a passion for high heels. my feet, like the rest of me, require special attention from time to time in order to remain at peak functioning levels. sometimes, this means a pedicure; other times, if i'm very, very lucky, it means a foot rub from dom.
i was baffled the first time he offered to give me a foot rub; most people don't want to touch my feet, much less spend quality time with them, up close and personal, of their own volition. but really. when a pisces is offered a foot rub, she's a fool if she questions it too much. so i didn't. and damn if i haven't been spoiled for all other men for all eternity now, because no one will ever please my feet the way dom does (to say nothing of the myriad other ways and means he has to make me light up). the man has a unique ability to approach my poor, angry aching feet and transform them into cheerful, giggling piggies with just a few minutes of stroking and massage. it's amazing, and it takes a disproportionate amount of willpower for me to keep from asking for one every few days.
as it is, my waitress feet and i look on it as a great treat and blessing that they get that kind of loving attention from time to time, and keep the constant knowledge that we are lucky, lucky girls.
Posted by shivery at juin 18, 2004 10:29 AMI knew it was love when my high school boyfriend spontaneously started rubbing my achey, sweaty, smelly feet after I'd indicated (physically) how sore they were.
He was a good boyfriend.
Posted by: Brenda at juin 19, 2004 12:36 PM