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This once again is not my story.
Hey all!
Thought I'd share some of my experiences as they relate to my favorite
tickling scenario, female/female foot tickling.
I've been into tickling (and feet) all my life, and although I love
tickling female feet, I've come to enjoy witnessing the rare, true-life
phenomenom of f/f foot tickling so much that I consciously try to help
along any situation which may result in a woman dragging a nail along
anothers bare sole. I've been somewhat successful, probably witnessing
about a dozen occurrences, maybe half of these were directly related to
my challenge of trying to talk unsuspecting women into doing it.
I know that may sound manipulative, but I've never held a gun to some-
ones head, or resorted to blackmail. By and large, most participants
end up with the notion that it was their idea to do the tickling, which
was my intent anyway. So please don't flame me for this.
As I remember these scenes, I'll try to post them. Some are rather long,
others are a quick tickle and a gasp, but they are all real, and I
promise not to embellish them (unless you want me to
)
If anyone has witnessed any of the same kind of stuff, PLEASE post away.
I know some have, and it is a rare occurrance anyway, but I'm reasonably
sure that there are more out there like myself who love it.
So, on to my first tale...
It was English class, my freshman year in high school. Instead of the
normal rows of desks, this class had tables where four people would sit.
I was sitting at a table with another guy and two girls. The first girl's
name was Mariel. She was 15 going on 30, about 5'9" really tanned and a
long mane of luscious dirty blonde hair. She was really rebellious as
well; always getting into spats with the teacher. We all knew that she
probably would drop out before she graduated, and she came to class
stoned occasionally.
The second girl's name was Michelle. She was pretty much the physical
opposite of Mariel. Although she was cute too, she was petite, fair,
amd had long ringlets of blonde hair.
Mariel stumbled in late to class again one day. The teacher gave her a
glare, and told her to start reading the story (we were supposed to be
reading from our books during class). Mariel sat down and opened the
book. She was sitting to my left, and Michelle was sitting across the
table from her. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Mariel whispered to
Michelle, "Tickle my feet."
My heart pounded and Michelle looked at her surprised, and said, "What??"
I stole a glance under the table (not easy to do!) and saw that Marielle
had kicked off one of her flip-flops and had put her foot in Michelle's
lap. Marielle explained, "I'm so stoned, and getting my feet tickled
relaxes me. Please??" I don't remember if Michelle said anything or
not, but I could clearly hear in the quiet room the sound I love the
most: a fingernail on an arch. Nobody said anything more; Marielle
bent over and started reading and Michelle went back to reading too, but
that maddening scratching sound was driving me nuts. I looked under the
table again, and saw Michelle using a technique I guess you could call
the "swingset" method. She had her middle finger on Marielle's heel, and
her thumb was right below the ball of her foot on her arch. She was
swinging her index fingernail back and forth, up and down Marielle's arch.
While I was trying to figure out a way to keep the table from rising up
and hitting everyone in the chin (heh heh) I heard Marielle gasp. Loud.
A few people looked over at her, but no-one bothered to look under our
table I guess, because everyone went back to reading. Her gasp didn't
seem to disturb her as she didn't look up from her book. Michelle did,
though. She got this sweet, playful, open-mouthed grin on her cute face,
and continued tickling Marielle's bare sole. This went on for about 15
minutes, I would guess, until we were told to stop reading and had to
discuss what we had read.
If I would have had any nerve, I would have offered a foot-tickling
marathon for her afterwards, but I was a self-conscious freshman, and I
wimped out. If I would have known then what I know now..
Anyway, there's a true f/f footer for you. Hope you liked..
Take care,
Hey all!
Thought I'd share some of my experiences as they relate to my favorite
tickling scenario, female/female foot tickling.
I've been into tickling (and feet) all my life, and although I love
tickling female feet, I've come to enjoy witnessing the rare, true-life
phenomenom of f/f foot tickling so much that I consciously try to help
along any situation which may result in a woman dragging a nail along
anothers bare sole. I've been somewhat successful, probably witnessing
about a dozen occurrences, maybe half of these were directly related to
my challenge of trying to talk unsuspecting women into doing it.
I know that may sound manipulative, but I've never held a gun to some-
ones head, or resorted to blackmail. By and large, most participants
end up with the notion that it was their idea to do the tickling, which
was my intent anyway. So please don't flame me for this.
As I remember these scenes, I'll try to post them. Some are rather long,
others are a quick tickle and a gasp, but they are all real, and I
promise not to embellish them (unless you want me to
)If anyone has witnessed any of the same kind of stuff, PLEASE post away.
I know some have, and it is a rare occurrance anyway, but I'm reasonably
sure that there are more out there like myself who love it.
So, on to my first tale...
It was English class, my freshman year in high school. Instead of the
normal rows of desks, this class had tables where four people would sit.
I was sitting at a table with another guy and two girls. The first girl's
name was Mariel. She was 15 going on 30, about 5'9" really tanned and a
long mane of luscious dirty blonde hair. She was really rebellious as
well; always getting into spats with the teacher. We all knew that she
probably would drop out before she graduated, and she came to class
stoned occasionally.
The second girl's name was Michelle. She was pretty much the physical
opposite of Mariel. Although she was cute too, she was petite, fair,
amd had long ringlets of blonde hair.
Mariel stumbled in late to class again one day. The teacher gave her a
glare, and told her to start reading the story (we were supposed to be
reading from our books during class). Mariel sat down and opened the
book. She was sitting to my left, and Michelle was sitting across the
table from her. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Mariel whispered to
Michelle, "Tickle my feet."
My heart pounded and Michelle looked at her surprised, and said, "What??"
I stole a glance under the table (not easy to do!) and saw that Marielle
had kicked off one of her flip-flops and had put her foot in Michelle's
lap. Marielle explained, "I'm so stoned, and getting my feet tickled
relaxes me. Please??" I don't remember if Michelle said anything or
not, but I could clearly hear in the quiet room the sound I love the
most: a fingernail on an arch. Nobody said anything more; Marielle
bent over and started reading and Michelle went back to reading too, but
that maddening scratching sound was driving me nuts. I looked under the
table again, and saw Michelle using a technique I guess you could call
the "swingset" method. She had her middle finger on Marielle's heel, and
her thumb was right below the ball of her foot on her arch. She was
swinging her index fingernail back and forth, up and down Marielle's arch.
While I was trying to figure out a way to keep the table from rising up
and hitting everyone in the chin (heh heh) I heard Marielle gasp. Loud.
A few people looked over at her, but no-one bothered to look under our
table I guess, because everyone went back to reading. Her gasp didn't
seem to disturb her as she didn't look up from her book. Michelle did,
though. She got this sweet, playful, open-mouthed grin on her cute face,
and continued tickling Marielle's bare sole. This went on for about 15
minutes, I would guess, until we were told to stop reading and had to
discuss what we had read.
If I would have had any nerve, I would have offered a foot-tickling
marathon for her afterwards, but I was a self-conscious freshman, and I
wimped out. If I would have known then what I know now..
Anyway, there's a true f/f footer for you. Hope you liked..
Take care,
