Was almost turned on by it, were my manhood responsive.

Was turned on egoistically.

“OK, here’s where hurts worst?” I said, pressing this one spot just inside and in front of her heel.

She nodded, finger between teeth.

“K, let’s work here then.”

I pressed, harder now, less hard then, responding to her bodily and vocal responses.

Meandered around her foot a bit, but always returning to the same spot.

Side bae’s kitty, who disappeared behind furniture on the far side of her room whenever we were fucking, sensed something was different with this type of touching.

She hopped up onto the bed, purring like she wanted to get in on the action.

Side bae stroked the kitty as I pressed her feet.

“So each spot actually corresponds to an organ or body part. An organ or body part that’s ailing,” I said.

She stayed silent a sec, squinting and going Ow-ee as I pressed.

“What body part does that spot relate to?”

“I think insomnia,” I said.

Since that’s where it usually hurt for me.

I had this glass foot massager with a handle my mom gave me long ago, that I used to hit my own pressure points with.

You could massage yourself, but it was better when someone else did it. To push you past your limits.

And if you did do it yourself, it worked better when you had some sort of external device.

“But that’s actually a little lower. Here, lemme look it up.”

I looked it up, while continuing to press with my off hand.

“Oh damn,” I said when I saw what it said.

“What?” side bae said. “What does it say?”

“Uterus. It says uterus,” I said, showing her.

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BROKE BOI

Spring Equinox Eve 2018