You like massaging her feet for her but you do not like massaging your own feet for yourself? Wait, what?
I have spoiled my wife ridiculously over the years. She’s tiny of stature and has been a hairdresser for over twenty years, meaning that she’s on her feet for hours at a time while working. In the evenings here at home, she often gets a deep-tissue leg and foot massage from me. Sometimes it lasts for about an hour in length, whether it’s continuous or I pick it up again over time.
I, on the other hand, am always exercising and running long distances. My legs and feet could use similar treatment from her, do you think it ever happens? NOOOOOOO! She says my legs are way tooooooo long, and unlike her soft and pliable thighs, calves, ankles and feet, I have brick-hard muscles that don’t budge when she tries to knead them. Lol.
I’m a neglected husband; I may have to move into the battered men’s shelter.
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I’m considering getting all doughy and flabby for her . . . wait a minute; no I’m not. Grrrrrrr.
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