What are the benefits of Foot Cream?
Every day, your feet, who are frequently the unsung heroes of your body, provide you with unwavering support. However, we frequently overlook them in our regular skincare regimens. One simple but effective solution for maintaining happy and healthy feet is the regular use of foot creams. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore the importance of foot care, the benefits of using foot creams, and how they can be a game-changer in promoting overall foot health.
The Importance of Foot Care:
Our feet bear the weight of our entire body, and their health plays a crucial role in our overall well-being. Neglecting foot care can lead to various issues such as dry and cracked skin, calluses, fungal infections, and even more serious conditions like plantar fasciitis. Therefore, investing time and attention in caring for your feet is essential for preventing discomfort and maintaining mobility.
Hydration and Moisture:
Foot creams are designed especially to give the skin on the feet intense moisture.
The feet's skin is thicker and more prone to dryness due to constant pressure and friction, making moisturization crucial.
Prevention of Dry and Cracked Skin:
Regular application of foot cream helps prevent dry and cracked skin on the feet.
In addition to being uncomfortable, dry, cracked skin may indicate more serious problems if left untreated.
Softening of Calluses:
The emollient properties of foot creams soften thickened skin, making it easier to exfoliate and reduce the formation of calluses. Calluses, if not addressed, can lead to discomfort and aesthetic concerns.
Treatment and Prevention of Fungal Infections:
Foot creams often contain antifungal ingredients such as tea tree oil and menthol.
These components help in treating existing fungal infections like athlete's foot and act preventively against their recurrence.
Promotion of Healing:
Ingredients like shea butter and essential oils in foot creams contribute to the healing process of minor cuts and abrasions on the feet.
They provide a nurturing environment for the skin to repair itself.
Improved Foot Aesthetics:
Regular use of foot cream contributes to smoother, softer, and more aesthetically pleasing feet.
The cosmetic benefits include healthier-looking skin and a reduction in roughness.
Prevention of Odor and Sweating:
Some foot creams include ingredients that help control excessive sweating and reduce foot odour.
These properties contribute to overall foot hygiene and comfort.
Nighttime Repair:
Applying foot cream before bedtime allows for overnight absorption and repair.
Nighttime use maximizes the benefits of foot creams, as the product can work undisturbed during the body's natural healing and regeneration processes.
Take Away:
Prioritizing foot care is a small yet significant step towards overall well-being. Foot creams offer a targeted solution to common foot issues, providing much-needed hydration and protection. By incorporating foot creams into your routine, you're not just pampering your feet – you're ensuring they remain healthy, happy, and ready to support you on your daily journey. So, step into comfort and give your feet the care they deserve.
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FAQs
Q. How to apply foot cream?
Ans. Start with dry, clean feet before applying foot cream. Apply a small quantity of cream to your hands and use them to massage your feet, paying special attention to any dry or rough spots. Focus especially on the soles and heels. To guarantee even coverage, move in gentle, circular motions. Make sure the cream absorbs completely before putting on shoes or socks. For best results, apply foot cream regularly as part of your skincare routine.
Q. Which cream is best for cracked heels?
Ans. For cracked heels, consider using a specialized foot cream with ingredients like urea, salicylic acid, shea butter, and glycerin. These creams help moisturize, exfoliate, and repair dry, cracked skin. Consistent use, along with proper foot care, can aid in healing and preventing further cracks. Consult a healthcare professional for severe cases.
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The only everything shower routine you’ll ever need ౨ৎ
Pre shower
Hair -
Scalp oiling: use a store bought scalp oil or make your own. Cover hair with cling film to stop dust and dirt while it stays in your hair for 2-4 hours.
Rosemary water: boil rosemary in water for 20 minutes and allow to cool before straining into a spray bottle.
Scalp massage: massage scalp for at least 20 minutes once scalp oil is applied, increases blood circulation which helps hair growth.
Face -w
Flaxseed mask: mix 1/2 flaxseeds with 3 cups water, bring to a boil until thick while continuously stirring then put into a container to cool. Apply to face once cool and leave until dried, around an hour.
Shape eyebrows: pluck eyebrows, if wanted use dye to define them further.
Hands and feet-
Foot spa: if you don’t have a foot spa fill a bowl with hot water, add bath salts and essential oil for scent and extra benefits
Remove any nail polish
Shape and file nails
Scrub feet: use pumice stone or another tool, then afterwards a body/foot scrub.
Body -
Dry brush: start from the bottom of your body and work you way up. Promotes blood circulation and exfoliates giving you smooth skin.
During shower
Hair -
Double shampoo: double shampoo when scalp oiling to properly cleanse scalp of oil.
Hair mask: while the hair mask sits in your hair for 10+ minutes it’s a good time to gua sha your face.
Conditioner
Face -
Gua sha: open lymph nodes, go through a gua shaing routine, then drain lymph nodes. There are lots of tutorials online to follow. I gua sha in the shower with a face wash and water. Never gua sha on dry skin it damages your skin barrier and causes premature aging, if you skin starts to feel like it’s pulling add more moisture.
Face wash
Body -
Exfoliate: use a glove, net or other exfoliating tool to exfoliate body.
Body scrub
Body wash
Shave (if wanted): use a sharp razor, blunt razors can cause razor bumps. Shave with a cream or wash, never on skin alone.
After shower
Face -
Face mask
Skincare: if you have products that you only use every so often this is a good time to use them as an extra treat.
Eye mask
Lip scrub: make your own with sugar, honey and coconut oil or use a store bought one.
Lip balm/moisturiser
Eyelash and eyebrow oil/serum: castor oil works great for me.
Body -
Body oil: apply a scented body oil straight out of shower while skin is still damp.
Moisturize: moisturise entire body.
Hair -
Leave in conditioner: depending on hair type the amount will vary, if you have straighter hair add very little and only to the ends to prevent greasiness.
Hair oil: once hair is completely dry warm a tiny amount of hair oil in your palms (hair oil is not the same as scalp oil!) rub into the very ends of your hair to help with split ends, shine and dryness
Hands and feet -
Paint nails
Cuticle oil: apply either bought cuticle oil or another skin oil such as almond oil or coconut oil to cuticles of hands and feet after nail polish is dry.
Moisturize: moisture both hands and feet, add vaseline to feet on top and put on socks to help absorption
Extras
Layer scents: mix and match the scents body washes, scrubs, hair products and moisturisers to create your personal scent. For example fruity, warm and spicy, vanilla, etc.
Pick products for your concerns: curate your products to your skin and hair concerns. Use a more moisturising lotion is your skin is dry, use a repairing shampoo if your hair is damaged, etc.
The best time to do an everything shower is on reset days, although it’s a great way to end and start the week these don’t have to be on Sundays. Of course everything showers can be done whenever you feel like relaxing and giving yourself some love.
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Edge of Seventeen - Chapter Four.
Even though I’m a Brit and don’t celebrate it, since it’s Thanksgiving, and I’m thankful for my beautiful audience, I thought I’d surprise update WITH THE SEX CHAPTER! Thanks to all of you who are leaving comments, reviews and reblogging. To those who are just clicking like, can I tempt you into speaking? I don’t bite... ;)
Previous chapters - One Two Three
Tag list - In the comments
Words - 3,340
Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!
“Woah,” Angel exclaimed, walking into Bella’s house behind her at 1am, after she’d played the gig and they’d stayed to hang out and party for a while. “That’s a whole lot of plants.”
Bella nodded vigorously. “Standard for a botanist hippie!”
Practically every shelf and surface of the La Jolla beach house was covered in greenery, or things that flowered, creeper vines twisting around lamps, the smell from the many potted specimens perfuming the air, Angel liking how eclectic and cosy it was. “You and your mom have got a real nice place.”
“isn’t it cute?” Bella agreed, opening the fridge and pulling out a couple of beers. “I took the liberty of getting you these earlier. Apparently, my fake ID works just fine at most grocery stores, too!” There were some places that refused it, such as the bar he’d first met her in, but mostly, she got away with it. It was a very convincing one, after all. Looking at least twenty-one did help, though. “You go take a seat; I’m going to jump in the shower. I bet I’ve got disco minge, and that’s the last thing you’ll want to come anywhere near.”
He was so glad he hadn’t yet lifted the bottle of beer to his lips, absolutely cracking up. He understood the colloquialism, of course getting used to her different terms for things now, the phrase disco minge meaning that Bella thought she had a sweaty crotch. He hadn’t been able to breathe for a good ten minutes after he’d first heard her use it. While get got settled on the couch, checking messages on his phone, Bella was up in the shower, panicking.
“Okay, hair was washed this morning, did the big shave then, too,” she spoke to herself, running a sudsy sponge all over herself, her heart racing. “What if he thinks I’m too skinny? I’ve got knobbly knees, and cellulite on the back of my thighs, although the tan helps with that. Ugh, is that a spot I can feel on my arse? Oh no, it is! I’ve got a spot on my arse!”
Stomping her foot in the shower cubicle, she rinsed and dried off, wrapping herself in the big, fluffy, grey towel, turning to look at her rear in the full-length mirror, assessing the damage. “Hmm, it’s not that big. I just have to hope he doesn’t notice it. Still, though. Fuck!” Drying off, she smothered herself in lotion, spritzed on some perfume and applied her face moisturiser and a little twist of her cream blush. It was in the shade Orgasm, by NARS. She knew she’d likely be having lots of them that night, should she be able to get over her body hang ups for long enough to enjoy the inevitable.
Lining her eyes and smearing a little lip balm on, she unfastened her hair from the long side braid she’d worn all evening, ruffling it before putting on a simple black playsuit, forgoing underwear. It was just something else to take off. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was pleased with her appearance, body confidence issues aside. She then stopped, staring at herself for a moment. Angel was crazy about her, this she knew, and absolutely dying to have sex with her. Would a spot on her bum, knobbly knees or a little dimpled flesh really put him off? When everything else between them was so effortless, why shouldn’t sex be, too?
“I was beginning to think I’d lost you to the plughole,” he commented, standing in the doorway where the French windows opened onto the decking at the rear of the house, enjoying the sound of the sea. “Here, you want some?” Bella thought she’d recognised the slight smell lingering, lighting the candles dotted around the lounge and throwing a fire log on the fireplace, igniting that also. When you were right by the sea, the nights did get chilly.
“You don’t have to smoke that outside, although I appreciate you for having the manners to do so,” she began, walking over to him and taking the joint. “Mum smokes it, so she wouldn’t mind.” Bella didn’t partake often, on account of the fact she found it affected her voice, but at that moment she did feel like she needed the lowered inhibitions a tad, something to take the lingering edge off her nerves.
A few little puffs and she felt much calmer, passing it back, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting herself against him, her cheek finding the thick muscle of his chest. Just that alone began to act as a bit of an aphrodisiac to her, Bella suddenly remembering something; in taking off her clothes, she got to see him without his on, too. Naked Angel. That was a sight she’d been quietly anticipating with excitement for the last three weeks.
“Whatcha thinking about?” he asked, his hand stroking the curve of her waist, glancing up to see the sky looking as if glitter had been tipped out over it. The stars seemed much brighter and more plentiful in La Jolla.
“Honestly?”
He laughed softly through his nose. “Wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”
“You, topless.” He laughed throatily, handing her the joint before taking his hoodie off, throwing it onto the nearby armchair, his black vest following shortly after.
“There, you don’t get to think about it any longer, because it’s right here.” At the sight of his chest and abs in the flesh for the first time, Bella felt something roll through her stomach, a very pleasant flutter.
“Ohhh, blimey.” She took a drag on the joint, and then another, her eyes wide. And then a third. “Bloody hell!” Her continued exclamations made Angel laugh quietly, “So, that’s what two hours a day at the gym looks like, then?” she then commented, handing him the joint back, moving to resume her previous position. Oh, his skin was fucking gorgeous, as well. And he smelled even better with her nose right against him.
“It is, yeah, that and not eating much bread or sugar, unless very occasionally. No bad carbs, it fucking sucks, but the reaction you just gave me is worth it. I’m sure I’ll have one of my own when you let me take this little thing off of you,” he murmured, kissing her hair, his fingers tugging at the ruched waist of her playsuit. A little bit of worry formed in her tummy again, but she quickly made it subside by looking up at him, stroking his face and pulling him down to her level for a kiss.
While she enjoyed the sumptuous feeling of his tongue rolling against hers, her fingers delighting in taking a tour of his chiselled muscles, she remembered back to a conversation she and the girls at the salon she had her Saturday job at a few weeks ago, where a regular had been discussing her apprehension over taking the next step in her own relationship. Colourist Gloria had been quick to offer some sage advice. ‘If you’re nervous, take the lead. Believe me, mami, there is nothing that’ll boost your confidence more than turning your man to putty in your hands!’
And so, she did.
With their kisses heating up, Bella could feel his cock beginning to stir at the front of his jeans, her nails grazing down over his abs, smoothing her palm over it, Angel grunting softly into her mouth. Her lips left his, kissing his neck, her senses swirling as she began to unfasten his belt and fly, her lips leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the centre of his chest, her hands tugging down his jeans and boxers as she crouched... and then came face to face with...
“Shitting hell!” she exclaimed. “How am I supposed to fit all of that in my mouth?” she then squeaked, Angel humming a chuckle. God, it was big.
He stroked her hair, his chest quivering when she wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving it a few gentle tugs. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”
And, oh, how she did.
His mouth dropped open a little as he watched himself vanish between her lips, a rumbled groan echoing from his chest, Bella feeling her jaw muscles at full stretch as she took him back, slithering her tongue along the underside of his shaft before pulling back once more. The warm hug of her mouth had him feeling a coil tighten within, sparking softly, his eyes closing as his head thudded back against the glass panes behind him.
“Shit, baby,” he croaked, fingers stroking swirls over her scalp as they tangled in her mass of blonde waves. “You give such good head.”
That kind of compliment did wonders for her confidence, Bella looking up at him, releasing his cock with a little pop, licking the head with a softly indulgent flicker of her tongue, her eyes finding his, watching him intently as she took him back again, sucking with eager gentleness, one hand trailing her fingernails over his abs, the other tickling his balls until he shivered. Feeling him becoming firmer within her mouth gave her the most delicious little shocks of excitement, becoming dewy at her apex, imagining how it would soon feel to have him inside her, her arousal glowing like the moonbeams from above that bathed them in pale silvery blue light out there on the deck.
That gathered excitement spurred her mouth quicker upon him, her tongue teases becoming more potent, Angel’s hands beginning to tug in her hair as his chest started to rise and fall quicker, his gravelly groans becoming more frequent, her lips tightening, oh, so tight around him. The embers began to crackle, glowing, ever nearing bursting into flame, Bella sensing it, speeding her mouth up until she felt him pulsing between her lips, shooting his load onto her tongue with a guttural grunt as his hips swayed forward, swallowing back every last hot spurt, and looking very proud of herself as she licked her lip and grinned, picking up his bottle of beer from beside him and taking a big swig.
He pulled her to standing, kissing her madly, stripping himself naked, his hands lowering the straps of her playsuit, pushing it down, pulling back to look at her as she stepped from the puddle of fabric gathered at her ankles. “Wow.” He kissed her again, arms tightening around her, walking her back into the house. They made it as far as the big, comfortable couch, entwining with one another, Bella feeling herself truly blooming beneath him.
Suddenly, her slenderness, the spot on her bum, or her knobbly knees and cellulite didn’t matter. He thought she was stunning, and his kisses conveyed that, and so much more. The naked press of his skin to hers was more exhilarating than she could either imagine or describe, his weight upon her exquisite, Angel shifting down, teasing her nipples with soft sucks and hungry nibbles as he stroked her sides, blindingly aroused by her. She shivered beneath each kiss, his tongue trailing over the tattoos below her left breast, the rose upon her hip, her little strip of pubic hair, before she felt those licks part her folds, gasping, her thighs widening on instinct.
Overcome by lust, he ate at her sloppily to begin with, greedy indulgence overtaking him as he sucked and licked at her, before finding a little focus, parting the petals of her cunt with his fingers and introducing his tongue to her clit in long, sweeping strokes, her sighs of bliss beautiful to him. Bella lay there absolutely staggered, never experiencing anything like that before in her life with a man. Well, she guessed that was because he was exactly that, a man, not a boy with zero clue over how to truly arouse a woman. She had the sense too, that Angel wasn’t just doing this for her, because he felt he had to. He was doing it for him, too, because he wanted to.
The difference between the two couldn’t have been further apart, and oh, how it showed, each lick advancing the charge of glimmers sweeping below her skin, her nerves tingling, her clit bathed in the wet heat of each swirling lick ceaselessly, until she was crying out unashamedly.
“You enjoying yourself up there?” he asked, pausing to kiss her inner thigh, his lips then wrapping around her clit and sucking until his cheeks hollowed.
“Fuck yes! Oh my god, Angel! Mmmmm, you’re gonna ruin my pussy with your mouth,” she purred, her hands fisted tight in his hair, panting with the kind of soft little cries that had his cock bobbing almost aggressively with the need to be inside of her.
“Yeah, you like that, baby? Like having this pretty little bud sucked on hard, like it when I fucking eat you alive?”
At that point, she was so pleasure shocked, she could barely form thought, let alone words. “Yes, ohhhh! Please don’t stop!”
He looked up at her, letting go of his hard suck upon her slick, sweet holds. “I ain’t stopping until you cum all over my tongue, querida.” Those words added to the little pricks of pleasure pattering down her spine, his tongue flickering rapidly at her swollen clit, dark eyes glinting at her, the firelight catching the chocolate brown of his irises, making him look impossibly gorgeous to her.
The rolling pleasure began to tumble faster, gathering momentum, like an avalanche rushing through her body, nerve endings bathed in the chilling heat of frost and fire as she clutched his head, her shaking legs tightening, crying out over and over as it hit her strongly. Not even she had made herself cum that hard before, nor her toys, nor anybody else. She felt as if she’d been pulled headlong into whirlpool, the force of it claiming her, spinning her in its rotations, Bella incoherent as she mumbled her demands.
“Fuck me, Angel. I need you inside me, please.” Her voice, her eyes, they were full of need, the spearing of his cock as he kissed his way back up her returning her from her catatonic state, kissing him with blinding need as he stroked her neck, burying himself within her to the hilt again and again. “Oh god,” she mewled, bowled over, her mouth falling open. “Fuck! Your dick is so... fucking big!”
He grinned, scattering kisses over her chest. “Damn, baby. You should see how hot you look split around it, too. Fuck me, you feel amazing.” Leaning to her, they shared kisses of pure syrupy sin, the thick of him trawling the hot, tight clutch of her walls, Bella reaching between them, stroking his cock as it cut through her effortlessly. “You like that, pretty girl? Like feeling how wet I’ve gotten you?”
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking them. “I like tasting how much, too.” Fire. Pure fucking fire ran through him. Damn, she was dirty, and he loved it. Reaching beneath her, he lifted her body, sitting back on his heels, bouncing her on his cock, hands grasping her shoulders before smoothing down her back sensually, sharing kisses gilded in embers and sugar, feeling drunk on her.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” Bella moaned, her head tipping back, his lips gliding torridly over her throat. “I love you.”
Fuck. The words had just tumbled out before she’d had chance to process them. Before she could truly spiral into panic, though...
“I love you too, my baby. So much.” He loved her. He loved her! She could have squealed with joy, but instead, chose fluttered gasps as the head of his cock scraped deliciously against her sweet spots, rutting her deep.
The rise and fall of their bodies was akin the cresting of the waves in the nearby sea, Bella absolutely blown away by the intimacy, the divinity of it. This was the kind of sex she thought only existed in stories, too perfectly passionate to extend to reality, her reality too, no less.
How could he be this perfect?
The all-encompassing heat of him and the moment they shared rocked her to her very foundations, her bones sizzling in utter ecstasy as she rocked against him, Angel’s hands stroking paths of sweeping tingles over her soft skin.
Her walls throbbed with the sweetest flush of pleasure, his cock evoking swells of molten bliss, Bella grinding down on him faster, her nerves in symphony, the sounds of her ass pounding off his thighs filling the room.
He groaned deep, a barbarous rumble that made her insides fizz. “Fuck, Bella. You ride dick so goddamned well,” he began in praise, kissing her. “Mmm, gotta slow it down, though. Don’t wanna cum yet.” Tightening his arms around her, he stood up, eyes scanning the room for some bare, un-embellished wall, carrying her over to the patch just where the kitchen opened up, winding his arms beneath her thighs, grasping her ass and keeping her spread as he began to roll his hips against her, every last inch of his cock slipping into the sumptuous, saturated hug of her cunt, but slow. So slow.
Each thrust had ecstasy sizzling through her veins, her cries feral, the physical of what she felt demonstrated by her nails imbedding in his back, tearing down, leaving raspberry swellings across his tattooed flesh, Angel thriving on her reaction to the sublimity of his fuck.
“Damn, I’ve never heard a woman wail like that before, shit,” he muttered, teeth leaving little pink crescents on her neck.
Her eyes widened. “Sorry, am I too loud?”
He laughed softly, tongue swiping up her delicate throat. “Hell no, you get as loud as you want to, baby girl. Fucking turns me on so damned much.” And so she did, as she was continually railed against the wall with devastating finesse, the slow, deep and hard trawl of Angel’s cock sending pleasure skittering throughout her entire body. It rolled over her like a fog, her lips returned to his, those indulgent kisses all fire and honey, his hands gripping as he held her spread, adding a little more speed. God, he was too good.
It was the kind of sex she knew she’d quickly come to crave, his praise over how amazing she felt around him, how much he loved her, the exalting of her beauty making her heart skip beats, shaken by his words, grasping at his shoulders as he gave in to the wild desire to pound her senseless. It felt sharp-edged as it gathered within her, the coil tightening before it snapped, consuming bliss throbbing through her entire body as he spilled into her deeply, grunting with exertion, the culmination a sweep of liquid velvet pouring through them, ebbing away slowly, leaving them shattered, yet dreamy with satisfaction.
Well...
“Please don’t tell me I’ve possibly just knocked you up.”
Her laugh boomed through the house. “So eloquent, Angel.”
“But have I, though?”
His sudden worry over something that he hadn’t really given a shit about prior to blowing his load was hugely entertaining to her, Bella knowing already that such was very much a part of Angel. Act first, panic later. “No, you haven’t. I’m on the pill, but I swear to Christ, if you’ve given me anything that’s going to make my fanny drop out, I’ll chase you with a bloody hammer.”
It was his turn to laugh then, once again humoured by her language so different to his. Fanny meant someone’s ass in America, but Bella’s usage of the word referred to what was still twitching gently around his cock. “Nah, I’m all good. Surprising, really, given my former status as an utter man whore.”
“Former?” she asked as he let her down, her nails stroking over his chest.
He rested his forehead to hers, kissing her tenderly. “Of course, former. There’s only one woman for me now.”
Hearing that was perhaps more thrilling than him giving her the best sex of her life.
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