Darkside007
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Planned on making this longer, but I couldn't do it today.
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Allison got home from her shopping trip, dumped her bags and collapsed on the couch. She was exhausted, but at least her Christmas shopping was mostly done. She flipped the TV on and vegged out.
After a bit, she noticed an itch on her foot and tried to scratch it by rubbing her foot against her boot. Instead of going away, the itch spread to her toes and she groaned. She sat up, and reached down to off her boot.
Instead, she kicked her foot and burst out in goggles. The itch had transformed to tickle! For a few moments, she thrashed and laughed as her toes were teased and tickled. Then it stopped suddenly.
Allison blinked, "What the fuck was that?"
She looked around, checking under couch the for whatever is was that tickled her. (While acknowledging that she still had her boots on, but still.) Pulling herself up on her knees with the couch cushions, she squealed as her feet were tickled-attacked again!
Allison thumped her legs on the floor a few times before turning around and dropping on her butt. She looked at her pinwheeling, flailing feet. There was nothing there! After a few more moments it stopped again. She didn't waste a second - those boots came off before she even caught her breath.
She started at her pink-socked feet for a bit before wondering if whatever it was was in her boots. But then she felt a light tickle on her side and jumped the other way, trying to smother it with her hand.
But she didn't get a response from her hand, and looked down, confused. Her hand was doing the tickling! She squealed, stood up and tried to pull away from her tickling hand, but it kept her giggling and squirming.
How was she supposed to escape her own hand anyway?
She wondered for a second if she was going crazy, or was just crazy.
But she was interrupted by a sudden spike in the tickled as both hands jumped in started tickling has stomach and sides!
She managed a giggly "Oh come on!" before falling back on the couch, squirming and dancing.
Allison threw herself around for a bit before her hands suddenly let up. She caught her breath and tried to move her hands herself. Instead, they reached down and grabbed her ankle, pulling it onto the couch.
"What? No!" She tried to pull her foot away, but her hand wouldn't let go. Bizarrely, her hand seemed to be stronger than her leg.
Her other hand drifted lazily over to her sole, giving her plenty of time to beg and plead, before launching its attack on her foot. She howled with laughter and giggling pleas, but couldn't get her own hands to stop tickling her. She couldn't really move, either.
After what seemed like ages, her hands stopped, letting her foot go and returning to her control. She laid still for some time, recovering from the ordeal. Eventually, she blew out an exasperated breath,
"What was that?"
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Allison got home from her shopping trip, dumped her bags and collapsed on the couch. She was exhausted, but at least her Christmas shopping was mostly done. She flipped the TV on and vegged out.
After a bit, she noticed an itch on her foot and tried to scratch it by rubbing her foot against her boot. Instead of going away, the itch spread to her toes and she groaned. She sat up, and reached down to off her boot.
Instead, she kicked her foot and burst out in goggles. The itch had transformed to tickle! For a few moments, she thrashed and laughed as her toes were teased and tickled. Then it stopped suddenly.
Allison blinked, "What the fuck was that?"
She looked around, checking under couch the for whatever is was that tickled her. (While acknowledging that she still had her boots on, but still.) Pulling herself up on her knees with the couch cushions, she squealed as her feet were tickled-attacked again!
Allison thumped her legs on the floor a few times before turning around and dropping on her butt. She looked at her pinwheeling, flailing feet. There was nothing there! After a few more moments it stopped again. She didn't waste a second - those boots came off before she even caught her breath.
She started at her pink-socked feet for a bit before wondering if whatever it was was in her boots. But then she felt a light tickle on her side and jumped the other way, trying to smother it with her hand.
But she didn't get a response from her hand, and looked down, confused. Her hand was doing the tickling! She squealed, stood up and tried to pull away from her tickling hand, but it kept her giggling and squirming.
How was she supposed to escape her own hand anyway?
She wondered for a second if she was going crazy, or was just crazy.
But she was interrupted by a sudden spike in the tickled as both hands jumped in started tickling has stomach and sides!
She managed a giggly "Oh come on!" before falling back on the couch, squirming and dancing.
Allison threw herself around for a bit before her hands suddenly let up. She caught her breath and tried to move her hands herself. Instead, they reached down and grabbed her ankle, pulling it onto the couch.
"What? No!" She tried to pull her foot away, but her hand wouldn't let go. Bizarrely, her hand seemed to be stronger than her leg.
Her other hand drifted lazily over to her sole, giving her plenty of time to beg and plead, before launching its attack on her foot. She howled with laughter and giggling pleas, but couldn't get her own hands to stop tickling her. She couldn't really move, either.
After what seemed like ages, her hands stopped, letting her foot go and returning to her control. She laid still for some time, recovering from the ordeal. Eventually, she blew out an exasperated breath,
"What was that?"
