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Topic: Hard and Soft (04/23/09)
TITLE: Different Strokes
By Carolyn Crook
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Softly and tenderly, he would caress my tired feet and legs. As icing to the cake, he then saturated my skin with silky moisturizing lotion.
Feeling it was too good to be true, I inquired if this pampering was just a path to my heart, and he’d laugh and say “no way, I just love your cute little feet.”
As the years passed, my darling husband seemed less responsive to my ‘cute little feet’. Being one who isn’t dismayed easily, I unashamedly plop my tootsies on his lap, smile and give him the puppy-dog eyes. If he doesn’t get the hint from the look, I would nonchalantly nudge his thigh a couple of times with my toes. Once I’d gotten his attention, he’d just automatically start rubbing them, out of habit, I presume.
Last night after supper, we retired to the couch to watch a little television, and I was in the mood for a little pampering. Waiting for what seemed to be plenty of time to get settled I made my move, and waited. Minutes passed. Nothing happened.
Deciding he must not realize what I wanted, I wiggled my toes on his leg… I want attention…. He just rested his hands on my lonely limbs. C’mon honey, don’t make me ask!
I guessed he needed a bigger hint. Maybe he was too involved with the action on the screen to notice me. Convinced that was the problem I gave my legs a couple of little spasmodic jerks.
Grabbing my feet my dutiful husband began massaging; first so softly I couldn’t really feel it.
“Honey can you do it a little bit harder?” I cooed.
Smiling, my compliant husband began applying more pressure. So much so, that I nearly came off the couch! Okay, I got your game. I pretended the pain wasn’t that bad, assuming he would let up soon. He didn’t.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I cried out “stop!” “I changed my mind.”
Feigning ignorance my angelic husband said, “didn’t that feel good?”
You rascal, you know it didn’t.
“Oh yes, It was great!” I lied. “I just decided to soak in the tub instead.”
Any woman knows the way to a man’s heart is with a plate of warm fudge nut brownies with a glass of cold milk, and my unsuspecting husband was no exception. Ha! Mission accomplished. Now, he’s putty in my hands.
Suppressing my desire to giggle, I leisurely stretched out on the couch.
As if on cue, my guilt-ridden husband lovingly reached for my feet.
Not to hard, not too soft, but just right.
“Honey, you’re the best” I purred.
“I love you too, sugar blues.”
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