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Ticklemmmeeeeeee
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Here is my first TMF posted story...ever....be nice please, I'm sensitive
The story u are about to read is pt. 1 in a series about a woman who is trying desperately to get over her only true love and move on with her life despite the fact that she really hasn't made a conscious decision to do so...this woman is a raging tickling and feet enthusiast...and obsessed with being tickled like mad all over her unusually hyper-ticklish body...the stories unfold in her current life, which is weird and wacky and her views on it even more so...she takes u on little mini trips with her through a multitude of tear-inducing flashbacks and painfully delicious fantasies of when he loved her and tickled her ferociously.....enjoy...
Ticklish Heartbreak Series
The Bathtub Fantasy
by Ticklemmmeeeeeee
I practically fell into my house as I rushed to make it inside before my neighbor Steve reached my yard. I saw him from the corner of my eye and felt badly for wanting to escape his well-intentioned typically annoying conversation. I don't like hurting his feelings and I know I did every time I made a mad dash to avoid him but I just wasn't in the mood to tolerate him today. I flashed a reciprocal smile and a wave as I slammed the door quickly behind me. Leaning against the inside of the door as though I'd escaped a wild animal, I peered through the peak hole, and breathed a sigh of relief...glad he was gone.
Tossing my keys down on the entry table, I lowered my shoulder to allow my backpack to fall to the floor with its usual loud thud..."wow!", I thought..."I have become one of those poeple who takes entirely too much stuff everywhere....stuff for the gym, school, work, grrr...." I didn't care...it just felt so good to be home....I began to unwind by dropping mail I had no intention of reading any time soon, next to my keys...I hurried, dying to get out of my clothes. It was a warm day and I craved the sensation of my barefeet against the cool hardwood floor ....thinking childishly about how unfair it was that we were not allowed to wear sandals at work or anything that exposes naked feet....I day-dreamed only half-jokingly that I would start a petition at work for the right to wear flip flops there...my argument would be....."ur feet are just so naked in them and feet are the hottest part of the female anatomy!!..."...yeah,.that would get me a raise......I giggled out loud to myself..."In a perfect world...." , my daydream continued playfully...."Things would be run by yummy men who loved pretty, sexy feet....and lived to tickle them.....ooh my...." my silly mind wandered...keep dreaming kiddo.......kicking my leg toward the wall my clog came flying off my socked foot and flew thru the air landing in the corner near the closet door. "Ooops..." I giggled .... perhaps a bit overzealous .....I was in a silly mood.....Cheddar came running out to the entry hall looking fierce....all 5 pounds of her....I smiled at her and wondered what she would do if I were an intruder....would she still run up to be petted?...probably....would be kind of cool to get the loyalty and level of protection from my kitty cat that one gets from a pet dog.....oh well she was what she was....and afterall she is cute I reasoned....she purred and rubbed her soft orange tiger - striped body up against my socked foot...I giggled a bit as her body tickled my instep, now, repeating the same shoe removal procedure with my right foot seemed only logical. So I did. "Fling!!!..." I said rather dramatically....cringing at the sound the wooden clog made against the hard wood of the door...wiggling my toes...happy to be free of shoes at last.....
At least wearing clogs to work allowed for stealing naughty little moments of slipping them off...I was sitting in a meeting just today...my feet slipping in and out of my shoes ...socked feet dangling underneath the table...playing with eachother....and my mind wandered....while the speaker gave a rather dry dissertation my mind wandered... I imagined placing my feet, one at a time up on the meeting table....stripping my socks off quietly...seductively...reaching down and scratching the sole of my foot from underneath my toes to the heel...tickling away as my naked feet became more and more exposed...I'd be wiggling my toes and shrieking and giggling from my own touch ...handing my feet over to the nearest board member and asking if he would like to tickle me and play with my feet....laughing like mad and passing them around to member after member to see who could make me laugh harder.....and then, stirred back to reality by someone asking me a question... I held back a giggle as I thought about how amazing it was that so few people seemed to even care that there were a cute pair of socked ticklish feet wiggling under the table ....I laughed at my own obsession...oh well, their loss, I reasoned.....anyway, what kind of person doesn't want to tickle feet???...the weirdos...~smile...and "Anyway...", I thought playfully..."I'll just bide my time until that petition is passed..."
I giggled at my own silly trail of thoughts...I loved being goofy and it just felt really good to be home....
Snapping back to reality was easy as the synthetic voice poured over my telephones message machine...."You have 13 new messages and 5 saved mesages" I half-listened with my usual level of quasi-conscious enthusiasm....I began my purile ritual of commenting sarcastically in response to each message or the caller who left it.... I laughed in amusement at my own juvenile behavior...I did feel just a twinge of guilt for avoiding my friends because I loved them...but they wanted to help me through my "getting over HIM period" and I hated that ...what they really wanted to do was fix me up with someone and I am a firm believer that u don't get over people by being with other people...they meant well but their arguments were so ridiculous...mindless traditional break-up banter that drove me mad...and they'd say it was for my own good but it was really so they didn't have to feel bad for me feeling so bad...and I was so sick of it....everyone has her limits...and lately it felt like everyone wanted a piece of me.....I just wanted to relocate to a new planet sometimes...
Tending once again to my own level of physical comfort I realized
my feet were a bit moist inside my damp purple socks from being contained all day and needed to get undressed... I wiggled my toes and they tickled as they brushed up against one another....I giggled out loud again...thinking to myself that this moment of unintentionally tickling my own feet was the high point of this day...."I am waaaay too deprived", I stated out loud..smiling and shaking my head at both that tragic reality and my talking to myself at such a disturbing rate...the message machine interrupted my self-indulgent revelry and continued...my eyes flashed to the blinking red light of the phone and then immediately rolled upward in annoyance.....
I was once again reminded of why I do not own a cell phone....I rather like that no one can reach me throughout the day.....
..smiling through tears to myself at little bits and flashes of memory of how he used to laugh when I would say things like that....he loved my little amusing rants about the ordinary occurrances of my day....my silly theories on life's annoyances...I'd screech about how I loved mankind and that it was people I hated....and he'd laugh.....ironic how my innate little idiosyncrasies were actually more endearing to him than my most prideful accomplishments were to me...I loved that about him and I never told him.......I sniffled dramatically...he delighted in my imperfect personality traits and unassuming presence....he thought I was adorable....like when I did things such as to call him back to tell him I didn't have time to call him back...he'd laugh....or when I would leave a message on my phone message machine such as..."Hi. this is me...I'm not here..." to me that sort of thing was normal...he would laugh and tell me I amused him....I think I simply accept my flaws with the same grace and humility as my best qualities....but I'm semi-intelligent so I know I'm quirky, but it never bothered me because he loved me because of and in spite of it........as always, thoughts of him brought tears....I shook them off, wiped my eyes in annoyance and blew my nose....god, ur such a baby....I reprimanded out loud to myself.
Yawning and stretching as I let out a little screech....I looked around wearily at my usually spotless kitchen and was reminded of the things I now had to do. "Great, work after work...my life is killing me." I wondered wickedly what the worst possible consequence could be for not doing what I should do and skipping right to doing what I wanted to do...hmmm...isn't one of the benefits of being a responsible adult, the right to act irresponsibly when u know it is in ur best interest?....And who better to decided what my best interest is than me? I smiled at my knack for justifying my own inappropriate behavior and then reinforcing myself for it.....aaah, the joys of being a behaviorist...a woman...an adult...ticklish....I smiled.
The continuing sound of the phone messages interupted my thoughts and I detected a delay in the speakers response....my nerves were on edge....tingles shot through me from my toes to my scalp....I realized only after I heard a solicitors voice that my hands were clenched into tighly held fists....."and that folks...", I played in a disturbing monologue, would be the reason I keep torturing myself with collecting and listening to messages I don't want from people I don't have time to talk to....It's the anticipation of hearing from him....the constant hope and consistent disappointment of waiting and not hearing from him was slowly killing me.....no escape from the constant pain of conscious thought....this is why I advocate denial being such a beautiful thing.....actually I don't but I wish I could sometimes...I chided myself for being so masochistic as to hold onto something that is obviously over....and torture myself with the unsecured promise of his coming back to me...."It's over, let it go" I reprimanded me....It is over, he said so himself....why can't I accept that?...well, because it makes no sense I argued with myself....he can say it is over all he wants but I know he still loves me as much as I love him....anyway, a girl has to have hope right? What else is there?.....glancing at my watch as I removed it I realized there was exactly 20 minutes before my little girl was due home. Envisioning a hot bath curing virtually every ill I had right then I made a mad dash for upstairs....mmm...that is exactly what I need to revive my weary body, mind and spirit....even a rushed bath would beat not having one right now...I thought.....peeling off and discarding clothing all the way upstairs....giggling as I went...feeling so silly as I thought to myself that if my little girl were there we would be losing clothes together racing upstairs pretending to be a super heroine team re-energizing and readying ourselves to rid the world of evil....laughing again I started thinking that there really must be something wrong with me...note to self..."grow up you".....not tonight, I talked back....laughing.....throwing my overshirt across the back of the chair....wiggling out of my jeans .....and kicking them off my feet....almost tripping...(you'll notice I like to kick a great deal)...I continued with a steady stream of giggling as I nearly fell over and caught myself....lifting my tank top up over my head and running blindly for all of 3 seconds as it trapped my eyes...I felt daringas my pace didn't slow down....especially after I tossed it and realized I came this close (insert fingers dramatically indicating about 1 inch)to running head on into a wall.....tossing the top anywhere it wanted to go.....what harm can a tank top do I rationalized....giggling again....he always laughed at how I could amuse myself with me...lol...running like mad up the stairs now wearing only my panties, bra and a pair of purple ankle socks...sliding into the bathroom....palms against the mirror to stop myself...check the clock in the hall, yes! Still 19 minutes..."aaawwww yeeeaaah"humming my own theme music dramatically....I began to run the water in the bathtub. I removed the sock on my left foot by holding the toe part of the sock down with the ball of my right foot....slipping my foot out of the soft material I now lifted my right leg as I peeled off the remaining sock...humming in my worse "porn - like theme music" doing a sock-strip tease for no one but me....purposely tickling with fingers across my heel as the sock came off....I screeched and giggled at my own touch....mmmm...I found being able to tickle myself to be a wickedly delicious personal blessing and considered myself to be truly lucky...smirking......running my finger purposely over my arch I let out a screech....followed by laughter....ssshhh'ing myself as though someone were there to overhear.....I hummed a little song to myself...laughing and continuing with my little strip tease in the full-length mirrors on all three surrounding walls....I talked out loud as I inspected my body...taking on a truly bad mock-british accent, mimicking a sports announcer introducing some athlete before partaking in an extreme sport....(actually I detest extreme sports, tending to shy away from activities that challenge my mortality...holding the deodorant bottle up to my mouth as a microphone...I laughed and continued....."Take note ladies and gentlemen, yes okay then, especially the yummy gentlemen ...and ticklish young ladies...if you will look this way you will notice the hair ....aaah yes a nice reddish brown color....love the highlights, love how it falls to her bottom.....and the face....lovely I must say......high cheek bones and bedroom brown eyes sprinkled with flecks of gold ....wicked sexy....(I giggled ridiculously)....and the nose...too big I say though strangely in proportion ......how ironic...british accent and silliness fading now as I continued to inspect my body.....running my finger tips over my face....down to my lips.....I flinched and giggled a bit...tickly lips...yum...lovely...full...sensual...pouty and kissable.....(god I missed kissing him)....I sighed....sliding fingers down my chin....along my jaw bone and across my throat....tears formed in the corners of my eyes....one determined tear rolled down my face and I started moaning softly at the feathery touch that tickled in spite of my sad thoughts....folding my arms in front of me and placing all of my fingertips on each one of my shoulders I tickled and squeezed just a bit....shuddering at the feel....reaching over and biting my own shoulders like he used to do to me....growing steadily more aroused.....lifting one arm and wiggling a finger in the pit of my underarm I screeched and jumped back from my own touch...laughing furiously....I was now imagining him touching me as I continued tracing a finger from my collar bone to the center of my breasts I tickled lightly there and moaned....biting my bottom lip I began lightly running my fingertips over the already hardening nipples through the bras thin material...moaning and breathing a bit more unevenly....becoming aroused at the sight and feel of my own body....how wicked you are .....I half-smiled at my reflection.....swaying just a little for an imagined audience of one ex boyfriend I reached behind me and unfastened the bra allowing the unwanted material to slip down over my arms and fall away.....staring at my breasts I smiled and touched them wondering if it was a sin to enjoy ones own body so much....running the palms of my hands in a circular motion over and around each pinkish-nipple I shrieked and laughed out loud as it tickled both my breasts and my palms simultaneously....remembering too late that my palms are painfully ticklish...I stood there running my hands over my body thinking of him until it hurt...stopping at my tummy and rubbing it playfully...flinching and giggling ....as I fingered the ring in my navel I had a flash back of him standing behind me with his strong arms wrapped around me...holding me against him so closely....running his strong hands over my breasts...tickling my nipples....pressing his palms against my tummy....fingering my belly button....turning me around and leaning in to kiss my navel and play out an attack of raspberries over my tummy causing me to screech and giggle tremendously......poking my sides and laughing as I squirmed from side to side and screeched and laughed...daring him to tickle me more....and warning him that if he didn't stop I would fall and get ferociously hurt and he would be to blame...lol..that never worked....~smile~... he would alternate tickles with kisses that were so sweet I would melt in his presence before he even touched me....he'd continue...pleasuring me everywhere with those hands that I loved and that mouth that tastes to sweet ...touching me everywhere at once as he ravaged my neck....poking and tickling me at every unexpected turn...causing me to screech and laugh and moan so hard....then shushing me with kisses that seemed to eat my laughter as some sort of sweet candy he treasured and could never get enough of....... it was several seconds before I felt the tears trickling down my face...I wiped at them and thought bitterly....how could he forget that? How can two people share moments like that and then not have moments like that anymore? Closing my eyes tightly the tears flowed freely down my face....I sobbed openly for several seconds and then jolted back to reality with a sharp gasp as cheddar brushed past my ankles....I giggled as I cried and pet her head with the ball of my foot and my toes....giggling more as her fur tickled me....she brushed back and forth under my sole enjoying the attention...oblivious to my enjoyment as her soft body tickled my foot....pressing her soft cold little nose against my skin....licking droplets of bath water that splashed onto my toes as the tub filled...I screeched and laughed so hard...."Wow..I rrreally need to be tickled!", I thought.....glancing at the time again I panicked...oh no, I had better hurry if I am going to steal a bath...
Quickly lighting a rose-scented candle...and stepping into the tub and relaxing my body into the warm water I reached up with my right foot and turned the water faucet off with my toe...feeling silly for thinking this way but missing how he loved watching me do things like that...."god he is everywhere..." I thought solemnly...he is even in the bathtub with me...there is nowhere I can escape the memories of him...his presence infiltrates every semblance of my being....surrendering to the gloriously taunting memories I lay my head back and allowed my eyes to close as they burned with tears that screamed of wanting him.......my mind drifted to a beautiful moment with him.....there were so many of those but this one stood out because it was the last time he and I were together before he left.......the last time we made love....the last time he tickled me.....the last time I was truly certain he loved me.....
We had been just bumming at home together and being complete lazy bones......I implemented one teasingly-sarcastic something after another to arouse his attention as he played video games with the concentration of a hungry cat holding vigilance over a mouse hole...he would grab at my foot and tickle it now and then warning me that I was going to get it if I kept it up.....so of course I did what any female would do....I kept it up.....(smile).....I heard one exasperated "that's it!" and with that he lunged up from where he sat in front of me on the floor and pinned me back on the couch where I sat behind him.....he grabbed my waist and squeezed me ...causing me to scream and screech...my sudden shrieks quickly turning into mad laughter as he tickled me harder and harder.......he was actually lifting me up as his fingers continued to tickle my waist....my sides.....my underarms.....my tummy and belly button......burrowing his face into my body and rubbing my belly and sides with his goatee he tickled me with his face...I was laughing hysterically and seemed to be attempting to burrow myself into the couch to protect my now hyper- aroused and painfully ticklish body...it proved to be a bit of a chore for him to hold me still as I thrashed and twisted yet he managed to not only hold onto me but to continue tickling me non-stop ...he picked me up and flung me over his shoulder dramatically.....he was very good because with all of my twisting and struggling there was no decrease in the ticklish torture he was playing over my wiggling out of control body.....he managed to tickle me like mad while carrying me upstairs without even coming close to dropping me...(how does he do it!!???) I thought amusedly...as I kicked my feet he would grab at them and hold them still long enough to tickle them like crazy......as we neared the bedroom he repeated his former warning...."you are so going to get tickled young lady".....I laughed and shrieked and begged and promised to no avail.....he only laughed at my laughter and responded with taunts to my pleas.....we entered the room and he carried me to our bed ....he placed me down in the center.....I immediately rolled into a protective ball grabbing for a pillow to cover myself with and giggling and laughing hysterically in post tickle laughter as he leaned into me ......licking his lips dramatically at my feet.....and I shrieked and moaned just seeing that...seeing the look of desire in his eyes as he devoured my feet with them made me feel warm all over...he traced a finger wickedly up my sole...I shrieked sharply and laughed....he laughed and asked what I was laughing for..."What's so funny baby?"...he asked playfully...."Ohhh...are you ticklish??"....I laughed effortlessly as I was so caught up in the moment that my laughter just poured out regardless of whether or not he made a comment, tickled me or simply indicated verbally or non that he was going to....he said matter-of-factly..."I am going to tickle you so bad....for as long as I want to.....I want to do unspeakable things to your feet".....He was saying all the things he knew would drive me mad .....I screamed as he grabbed an ankle and tickled my naked sole....running his fingers in every direction all over my foot as it wiggled.....I was laughing like mad.... he asked "Whose my little tickleslave?" and I would laugh hysterically and try to answer but because of his relentless tickling I couldn't stop laughing enough to speak....because of the level of laughter I was unintelligible so he would tickle me more....I screamed and twisted and wiggled and moaned in an insane level of laughter and giggling.......and he ssshhhh'd me and brought my foot to his face...biting my heel....licking straight up my sole.....kissing each one of my toe pads....running his tongue over them....making love to my soles with his mouth....my breathing evened out and I was moaning in ecstacy at the feel of his wonderful hands holding my feet and the unimaginably delicious things he was doing to them with his mouth.....now tucking my ankle under his arm he had easy access to my feet for tickling....."Now....I am going to tickle the f*ck out of your feet!!!" I gasped inward sharply....my body twisted and I screeched as he held back my toes and ran his tongue across the underside of them driving me absolutely crazy .......he held them back expertly so I couldn't curl them...he stretched my feet taut so I couldn't scrunch them and protect them from his wonderful tickling frenzy.....I was pleading and begging with him....telling him over and over that it tickled so much and how I couldn't stand anymore.....I was laughing like mad.....literally in hysterics as I screeched...informing him as best I could that I am too ticklish and to please stop or i would die....laughing so hard as I was begging and pleading....he was lightly biting the ball of my foot and scraping his teeth there...down my arch and over my heel.....causing me to gasp sharply here and there and moan softly as well as laugh harder with every passing moment...he was now licking his way back up my arch and to my toes again......I was laughing so hard there was no sound coming from me at times.....he would stop to make sure I was okay and say some ticklish threat to me to make me shriek and beg for him to not tickle me anymore yet I would admit to him that I loved it when he tickled me every time he would ask me......he asked me again if I was his little tickle slave.....and I said yes...he tickled me harder for not saying it loudly enough...so I kept saying it until I was shouting...then I got tickled for that....(that's my guy!)....he made me admit that I love it when he tickles me....so then he tickled me more....he tickled my until my body arched and then...he reached under my raised body and tickled my back making me screech and arch my body even more...(it's ironic, I thought, how the body moves in precisely the position that will get it tickled more in its attempt to thwart it....seems that even under excrutiating tickling my body knows what I need....I mused...) this continued for the longest time....I really am not sure just how long because I lost all track of time but he told me later that he tickled me that intensely for well over two hours...I was either brazen or very stupid because I donned a fake british accent...and a really bad one at that and asked "Is that all you've got???" So obviously I got tickled somemore...(smile)..he knew my limits and he could tell that I was fading and crumbling apart a bit....so he shhh'd my post tickle laughter and whimpers with kisses all over my face and shoulders.....biting me gently......kissing me lower and lower until I was completely relaxed and submitting to him in every way......he sat over me and I brought one foot up and placed it on his back....running my toes over the back of his arm and tip of his shoulder and up and down his back......playing my toes over his neck....as he tickle-kissed me everywhere......feeling my naked soles against any part of his body was soooo delicious......feeling his hands hold my feet as he took them in his own was incredibly sweet....I loved the vulnerability and "danger" of being in this position with him....the sensation of his palms and fingers touching and holding my feet...owning them....stroking the delicate skin there...intermittently tickling with his thumbs which were expertly placed upon my arches ....kissing and licking and sucking the soles of my feet and under and between my ticklish toes......always the adrenaline rush of not knowing when his fingers or tongue will stroke me to tickle......such warmth passed thru me at how sexy and wonderful this felt...and the realization that he could just tickle me anywhere at any time was exhilerating and heart pounding......I never did seem to completely expect it when he started to tickle me....as prepared as one would think I would be...it's funny actually....seems silly but it's so true...I'd feel ridiculous for screeching surprisedly each and every time he'd begin to tickle me somewhere..... and he'd know just what to do to me to get the reactions he wants to see and hear....stealing a stroke of a finger up my arch....a rapid fire of tickles under my toes....a scratch on my heel or a tickle kiss on my toe pads......then making a mad dash for my ticklish armpits...causing me to screech....squeezing my waist when I least expected it....whenever he'd touch me I'd find myself in a ticklish frenzy that continued long after he stopped......the thing that baffled me is he loved all of my little reactions and never tired of the sounds I made....I loved the things he said to me when we were together....he thought I was amazingly sexy and he'd call me his little tickle baby.......I'd smile and wonder if he knew that I wasn't the amazing one....he was.....I was only reacting to him....I'd ask him if he realized how sexy it is that he loves feet and loves to tickle....he replied "I love YOUR feet and I love to tickle YOU"....I'd reach up to kiss his mouth....as his body came down closer onto mine and his mouth covered my lips....my legs instinctively would come up and wrap around him ....I pulled him into me more....and deeper....breathing in sharply and arching my body slightly as he entered me...pulling myself closer to him...rising to meet him....my fingers grabbing onto him and holding his strong arms and shoulders for dear life.....dancing the toes from my left foot up and down his leg.....feeling my arch fill with his skin as I press my foot into him anywhere I could...as I neared climax he reached up and poked me in the sides...holding my arms helplessly above my head and devoured my excrutiatingly ticklish underarms with his fingers and tongue....thrusting himself into me the entire time....how amazing it is to experience so many wonderful sensations at once......suddenly...I noticed that the video camera was rolling....he recorded the entire thing!!! "Animal!"....I smiled......not wanting to interupt this incredible moment or miss even one of his thrusts or sweet kisses...I raised my right leg and brought my foot over to the camera....placing my sole up against the screen... blocking the lens and everything else in the world.....this is just for the two of us I thought......but then, feeling a bit naughty... I reconsidered...I remember thinking that it would be incredibly hot to watch this later...how yummy it would be to watch him tickling me on video while he is tickling me again as I watch.......rarrr..
I wake with a start realizing I fell asleep in the bathtub....the front door slammed....."Mama, I'm home!!!" ......I smiled as tears were trickling down my face in a steady stream.....tickling my lips...I grabbed for a towel....and went to get my little girl....until next time..........The End. (for now
by ticklemmmeeeeeee
The story u are about to read is pt. 1 in a series about a woman who is trying desperately to get over her only true love and move on with her life despite the fact that she really hasn't made a conscious decision to do so...this woman is a raging tickling and feet enthusiast...and obsessed with being tickled like mad all over her unusually hyper-ticklish body...the stories unfold in her current life, which is weird and wacky and her views on it even more so...she takes u on little mini trips with her through a multitude of tear-inducing flashbacks and painfully delicious fantasies of when he loved her and tickled her ferociously.....enjoy...
Ticklish Heartbreak Series
The Bathtub Fantasy
by Ticklemmmeeeeeee
I practically fell into my house as I rushed to make it inside before my neighbor Steve reached my yard. I saw him from the corner of my eye and felt badly for wanting to escape his well-intentioned typically annoying conversation. I don't like hurting his feelings and I know I did every time I made a mad dash to avoid him but I just wasn't in the mood to tolerate him today. I flashed a reciprocal smile and a wave as I slammed the door quickly behind me. Leaning against the inside of the door as though I'd escaped a wild animal, I peered through the peak hole, and breathed a sigh of relief...glad he was gone.
Tossing my keys down on the entry table, I lowered my shoulder to allow my backpack to fall to the floor with its usual loud thud..."wow!", I thought..."I have become one of those poeple who takes entirely too much stuff everywhere....stuff for the gym, school, work, grrr...." I didn't care...it just felt so good to be home....I began to unwind by dropping mail I had no intention of reading any time soon, next to my keys...I hurried, dying to get out of my clothes. It was a warm day and I craved the sensation of my barefeet against the cool hardwood floor ....thinking childishly about how unfair it was that we were not allowed to wear sandals at work or anything that exposes naked feet....I day-dreamed only half-jokingly that I would start a petition at work for the right to wear flip flops there...my argument would be....."ur feet are just so naked in them and feet are the hottest part of the female anatomy!!..."...yeah,.that would get me a raise......I giggled out loud to myself..."In a perfect world...." , my daydream continued playfully...."Things would be run by yummy men who loved pretty, sexy feet....and lived to tickle them.....ooh my...." my silly mind wandered...keep dreaming kiddo.......kicking my leg toward the wall my clog came flying off my socked foot and flew thru the air landing in the corner near the closet door. "Ooops..." I giggled .... perhaps a bit overzealous .....I was in a silly mood.....Cheddar came running out to the entry hall looking fierce....all 5 pounds of her....I smiled at her and wondered what she would do if I were an intruder....would she still run up to be petted?...probably....would be kind of cool to get the loyalty and level of protection from my kitty cat that one gets from a pet dog.....oh well she was what she was....and afterall she is cute I reasoned....she purred and rubbed her soft orange tiger - striped body up against my socked foot...I giggled a bit as her body tickled my instep, now, repeating the same shoe removal procedure with my right foot seemed only logical. So I did. "Fling!!!..." I said rather dramatically....cringing at the sound the wooden clog made against the hard wood of the door...wiggling my toes...happy to be free of shoes at last.....
At least wearing clogs to work allowed for stealing naughty little moments of slipping them off...I was sitting in a meeting just today...my feet slipping in and out of my shoes ...socked feet dangling underneath the table...playing with eachother....and my mind wandered....while the speaker gave a rather dry dissertation my mind wandered... I imagined placing my feet, one at a time up on the meeting table....stripping my socks off quietly...seductively...reaching down and scratching the sole of my foot from underneath my toes to the heel...tickling away as my naked feet became more and more exposed...I'd be wiggling my toes and shrieking and giggling from my own touch ...handing my feet over to the nearest board member and asking if he would like to tickle me and play with my feet....laughing like mad and passing them around to member after member to see who could make me laugh harder.....and then, stirred back to reality by someone asking me a question... I held back a giggle as I thought about how amazing it was that so few people seemed to even care that there were a cute pair of socked ticklish feet wiggling under the table ....I laughed at my own obsession...oh well, their loss, I reasoned.....anyway, what kind of person doesn't want to tickle feet???...the weirdos...~smile...and "Anyway...", I thought playfully..."I'll just bide my time until that petition is passed..."
I giggled at my own silly trail of thoughts...I loved being goofy and it just felt really good to be home....
Snapping back to reality was easy as the synthetic voice poured over my telephones message machine...."You have 13 new messages and 5 saved mesages" I half-listened with my usual level of quasi-conscious enthusiasm....I began my purile ritual of commenting sarcastically in response to each message or the caller who left it.... I laughed in amusement at my own juvenile behavior...I did feel just a twinge of guilt for avoiding my friends because I loved them...but they wanted to help me through my "getting over HIM period" and I hated that ...what they really wanted to do was fix me up with someone and I am a firm believer that u don't get over people by being with other people...they meant well but their arguments were so ridiculous...mindless traditional break-up banter that drove me mad...and they'd say it was for my own good but it was really so they didn't have to feel bad for me feeling so bad...and I was so sick of it....everyone has her limits...and lately it felt like everyone wanted a piece of me.....I just wanted to relocate to a new planet sometimes...
Tending once again to my own level of physical comfort I realized
my feet were a bit moist inside my damp purple socks from being contained all day and needed to get undressed... I wiggled my toes and they tickled as they brushed up against one another....I giggled out loud again...thinking to myself that this moment of unintentionally tickling my own feet was the high point of this day...."I am waaaay too deprived", I stated out loud..smiling and shaking my head at both that tragic reality and my talking to myself at such a disturbing rate...the message machine interrupted my self-indulgent revelry and continued...my eyes flashed to the blinking red light of the phone and then immediately rolled upward in annoyance.....
I was once again reminded of why I do not own a cell phone....I rather like that no one can reach me throughout the day.....
..smiling through tears to myself at little bits and flashes of memory of how he used to laugh when I would say things like that....he loved my little amusing rants about the ordinary occurrances of my day....my silly theories on life's annoyances...I'd screech about how I loved mankind and that it was people I hated....and he'd laugh.....ironic how my innate little idiosyncrasies were actually more endearing to him than my most prideful accomplishments were to me...I loved that about him and I never told him.......I sniffled dramatically...he delighted in my imperfect personality traits and unassuming presence....he thought I was adorable....like when I did things such as to call him back to tell him I didn't have time to call him back...he'd laugh....or when I would leave a message on my phone message machine such as..."Hi. this is me...I'm not here..." to me that sort of thing was normal...he would laugh and tell me I amused him....I think I simply accept my flaws with the same grace and humility as my best qualities....but I'm semi-intelligent so I know I'm quirky, but it never bothered me because he loved me because of and in spite of it........as always, thoughts of him brought tears....I shook them off, wiped my eyes in annoyance and blew my nose....god, ur such a baby....I reprimanded out loud to myself.
Yawning and stretching as I let out a little screech....I looked around wearily at my usually spotless kitchen and was reminded of the things I now had to do. "Great, work after work...my life is killing me." I wondered wickedly what the worst possible consequence could be for not doing what I should do and skipping right to doing what I wanted to do...hmmm...isn't one of the benefits of being a responsible adult, the right to act irresponsibly when u know it is in ur best interest?....And who better to decided what my best interest is than me? I smiled at my knack for justifying my own inappropriate behavior and then reinforcing myself for it.....aaah, the joys of being a behaviorist...a woman...an adult...ticklish....I smiled.
The continuing sound of the phone messages interupted my thoughts and I detected a delay in the speakers response....my nerves were on edge....tingles shot through me from my toes to my scalp....I realized only after I heard a solicitors voice that my hands were clenched into tighly held fists....."and that folks...", I played in a disturbing monologue, would be the reason I keep torturing myself with collecting and listening to messages I don't want from people I don't have time to talk to....It's the anticipation of hearing from him....the constant hope and consistent disappointment of waiting and not hearing from him was slowly killing me.....no escape from the constant pain of conscious thought....this is why I advocate denial being such a beautiful thing.....actually I don't but I wish I could sometimes...I chided myself for being so masochistic as to hold onto something that is obviously over....and torture myself with the unsecured promise of his coming back to me...."It's over, let it go" I reprimanded me....It is over, he said so himself....why can't I accept that?...well, because it makes no sense I argued with myself....he can say it is over all he wants but I know he still loves me as much as I love him....anyway, a girl has to have hope right? What else is there?.....glancing at my watch as I removed it I realized there was exactly 20 minutes before my little girl was due home. Envisioning a hot bath curing virtually every ill I had right then I made a mad dash for upstairs....mmm...that is exactly what I need to revive my weary body, mind and spirit....even a rushed bath would beat not having one right now...I thought.....peeling off and discarding clothing all the way upstairs....giggling as I went...feeling so silly as I thought to myself that if my little girl were there we would be losing clothes together racing upstairs pretending to be a super heroine team re-energizing and readying ourselves to rid the world of evil....laughing again I started thinking that there really must be something wrong with me...note to self..."grow up you".....not tonight, I talked back....laughing.....throwing my overshirt across the back of the chair....wiggling out of my jeans .....and kicking them off my feet....almost tripping...(you'll notice I like to kick a great deal)...I continued with a steady stream of giggling as I nearly fell over and caught myself....lifting my tank top up over my head and running blindly for all of 3 seconds as it trapped my eyes...I felt daringas my pace didn't slow down....especially after I tossed it and realized I came this close (insert fingers dramatically indicating about 1 inch)to running head on into a wall.....tossing the top anywhere it wanted to go.....what harm can a tank top do I rationalized....giggling again....he always laughed at how I could amuse myself with me...lol...running like mad up the stairs now wearing only my panties, bra and a pair of purple ankle socks...sliding into the bathroom....palms against the mirror to stop myself...check the clock in the hall, yes! Still 19 minutes..."aaawwww yeeeaaah"humming my own theme music dramatically....I began to run the water in the bathtub. I removed the sock on my left foot by holding the toe part of the sock down with the ball of my right foot....slipping my foot out of the soft material I now lifted my right leg as I peeled off the remaining sock...humming in my worse "porn - like theme music" doing a sock-strip tease for no one but me....purposely tickling with fingers across my heel as the sock came off....I screeched and giggled at my own touch....mmmm...I found being able to tickle myself to be a wickedly delicious personal blessing and considered myself to be truly lucky...smirking......running my finger purposely over my arch I let out a screech....followed by laughter....ssshhh'ing myself as though someone were there to overhear.....I hummed a little song to myself...laughing and continuing with my little strip tease in the full-length mirrors on all three surrounding walls....I talked out loud as I inspected my body...taking on a truly bad mock-british accent, mimicking a sports announcer introducing some athlete before partaking in an extreme sport....(actually I detest extreme sports, tending to shy away from activities that challenge my mortality
...holding the deodorant bottle up to my mouth as a microphone...I laughed and continued....."Take note ladies and gentlemen, yes okay then, especially the yummy gentlemen ...and ticklish young ladies...if you will look this way you will notice the hair ....aaah yes a nice reddish brown color....love the highlights, love how it falls to her bottom.....and the face....lovely I must say......high cheek bones and bedroom brown eyes sprinkled with flecks of gold ....wicked sexy....(I giggled ridiculously)....and the nose...too big I say though strangely in proportion ......how ironic...british accent and silliness fading now as I continued to inspect my body.....running my finger tips over my face....down to my lips.....I flinched and giggled a bit...tickly lips...yum...lovely...full...sensual...pouty and kissable.....(god I missed kissing him)....I sighed....sliding fingers down my chin....along my jaw bone and across my throat....tears formed in the corners of my eyes....one determined tear rolled down my face and I started moaning softly at the feathery touch that tickled in spite of my sad thoughts....folding my arms in front of me and placing all of my fingertips on each one of my shoulders I tickled and squeezed just a bit....shuddering at the feel....reaching over and biting my own shoulders like he used to do to me....growing steadily more aroused.....lifting one arm and wiggling a finger in the pit of my underarm I screeched and jumped back from my own touch...laughing furiously....I was now imagining him touching me as I continued tracing a finger from my collar bone to the center of my breasts I tickled lightly there and moaned....biting my bottom lip I began lightly running my fingertips over the already hardening nipples through the bras thin material...moaning and breathing a bit more unevenly....becoming aroused at the sight and feel of my own body....how wicked you are .....I half-smiled at my reflection.....swaying just a little for an imagined audience of one ex boyfriend I reached behind me and unfastened the bra allowing the unwanted material to slip down over my arms and fall away.....staring at my breasts I smiled and touched them wondering if it was a sin to enjoy ones own body so much....running the palms of my hands in a circular motion over and around each pinkish-nipple I shrieked and laughed out loud as it tickled both my breasts and my palms simultaneously....remembering too late that my palms are painfully ticklish...I stood there running my hands over my body thinking of him until it hurt...stopping at my tummy and rubbing it playfully...flinching and giggling ....as I fingered the ring in my navel I had a flash back of him standing behind me with his strong arms wrapped around me...holding me against him so closely....running his strong hands over my breasts...tickling my nipples....pressing his palms against my tummy....fingering my belly button....turning me around and leaning in to kiss my navel and play out an attack of raspberries over my tummy causing me to screech and giggle tremendously......poking my sides and laughing as I squirmed from side to side and screeched and laughed...daring him to tickle me more....and warning him that if he didn't stop I would fall and get ferociously hurt and he would be to blame...lol..that never worked....~smile~... he would alternate tickles with kisses that were so sweet I would melt in his presence before he even touched me....he'd continue...pleasuring me everywhere with those hands that I loved and that mouth that tastes to sweet ...touching me everywhere at once as he ravaged my neck....poking and tickling me at every unexpected turn...causing me to screech and laugh and moan so hard....then shushing me with kisses that seemed to eat my laughter as some sort of sweet candy he treasured and could never get enough of....... it was several seconds before I felt the tears trickling down my face...I wiped at them and thought bitterly....how could he forget that? How can two people share moments like that and then not have moments like that anymore? Closing my eyes tightly the tears flowed freely down my face....I sobbed openly for several seconds and then jolted back to reality with a sharp gasp as cheddar brushed past my ankles....I giggled as I cried and pet her head with the ball of my foot and my toes....giggling more as her fur tickled me....she brushed back and forth under my sole enjoying the attention...oblivious to my enjoyment as her soft body tickled my foot....pressing her soft cold little nose against my skin....licking droplets of bath water that splashed onto my toes as the tub filled...I screeched and laughed so hard...."Wow..I rrreally need to be tickled!", I thought.....glancing at the time again I panicked...oh no, I had better hurry if I am going to steal a bath...Quickly lighting a rose-scented candle...and stepping into the tub and relaxing my body into the warm water I reached up with my right foot and turned the water faucet off with my toe...feeling silly for thinking this way but missing how he loved watching me do things like that...."god he is everywhere..." I thought solemnly...he is even in the bathtub with me...there is nowhere I can escape the memories of him...his presence infiltrates every semblance of my being....surrendering to the gloriously taunting memories I lay my head back and allowed my eyes to close as they burned with tears that screamed of wanting him.......my mind drifted to a beautiful moment with him.....there were so many of those but this one stood out because it was the last time he and I were together before he left.......the last time we made love....the last time he tickled me.....the last time I was truly certain he loved me.....
We had been just bumming at home together and being complete lazy bones......I implemented one teasingly-sarcastic something after another to arouse his attention as he played video games with the concentration of a hungry cat holding vigilance over a mouse hole...he would grab at my foot and tickle it now and then warning me that I was going to get it if I kept it up.....so of course I did what any female would do....I kept it up.....(smile).....I heard one exasperated "that's it!" and with that he lunged up from where he sat in front of me on the floor and pinned me back on the couch where I sat behind him.....he grabbed my waist and squeezed me ...causing me to scream and screech...my sudden shrieks quickly turning into mad laughter as he tickled me harder and harder.......he was actually lifting me up as his fingers continued to tickle my waist....my sides.....my underarms.....my tummy and belly button......burrowing his face into my body and rubbing my belly and sides with his goatee he tickled me with his face...I was laughing hysterically and seemed to be attempting to burrow myself into the couch to protect my now hyper- aroused and painfully ticklish body...it proved to be a bit of a chore for him to hold me still as I thrashed and twisted yet he managed to not only hold onto me but to continue tickling me non-stop ...he picked me up and flung me over his shoulder dramatically.....he was very good because with all of my twisting and struggling there was no decrease in the ticklish torture he was playing over my wiggling out of control body.....he managed to tickle me like mad while carrying me upstairs without even coming close to dropping me...(how does he do it!!???) I thought amusedly...as I kicked my feet he would grab at them and hold them still long enough to tickle them like crazy......as we neared the bedroom he repeated his former warning...."you are so going to get tickled young lady".....I laughed and shrieked and begged and promised to no avail.....he only laughed at my laughter and responded with taunts to my pleas.....we entered the room and he carried me to our bed ....he placed me down in the center.....I immediately rolled into a protective ball grabbing for a pillow to cover myself with and giggling and laughing hysterically in post tickle laughter as he leaned into me ......licking his lips dramatically at my feet.....and I shrieked and moaned just seeing that...seeing the look of desire in his eyes as he devoured my feet with them made me feel warm all over...he traced a finger wickedly up my sole...I shrieked sharply and laughed....he laughed and asked what I was laughing for..."What's so funny baby?"...he asked playfully...."Ohhh...are you ticklish??"....I laughed effortlessly as I was so caught up in the moment that my laughter just poured out regardless of whether or not he made a comment, tickled me or simply indicated verbally or non that he was going to....he said matter-of-factly..."I am going to tickle you so bad....for as long as I want to.....I want to do unspeakable things to your feet".....He was saying all the things he knew would drive me mad .....I screamed as he grabbed an ankle and tickled my naked sole....running his fingers in every direction all over my foot as it wiggled.....I was laughing like mad.... he asked "Whose my little tickleslave?" and I would laugh hysterically and try to answer but because of his relentless tickling I couldn't stop laughing enough to speak....because of the level of laughter I was unintelligible so he would tickle me more....I screamed and twisted and wiggled and moaned in an insane level of laughter and giggling.......and he ssshhhh'd me and brought my foot to his face...biting my heel....licking straight up my sole.....kissing each one of my toe pads....running his tongue over them....making love to my soles with his mouth....my breathing evened out and I was moaning in ecstacy at the feel of his wonderful hands holding my feet and the unimaginably delicious things he was doing to them with his mouth.....now tucking my ankle under his arm he had easy access to my feet for tickling....."Now....I am going to tickle the f*ck out of your feet!!!" I gasped inward sharply....my body twisted and I screeched as he held back my toes and ran his tongue across the underside of them driving me absolutely crazy .......he held them back expertly so I couldn't curl them...he stretched my feet taut so I couldn't scrunch them and protect them from his wonderful tickling frenzy.....I was pleading and begging with him....telling him over and over that it tickled so much and how I couldn't stand anymore.....I was laughing like mad.....literally in hysterics as I screeched...informing him as best I could that I am too ticklish and to please stop or i would die....laughing so hard as I was begging and pleading....he was lightly biting the ball of my foot and scraping his teeth there...down my arch and over my heel.....causing me to gasp sharply here and there and moan softly as well as laugh harder with every passing moment...he was now licking his way back up my arch and to my toes again......I was laughing so hard there was no sound coming from me at times.....he would stop to make sure I was okay and say some ticklish threat to me to make me shriek and beg for him to not tickle me anymore yet I would admit to him that I loved it when he tickled me every time he would ask me......he asked me again if I was his little tickle slave.....and I said yes...he tickled me harder for not saying it loudly enough...so I kept saying it until I was shouting...then I got tickled for that....(that's my guy!)....he made me admit that I love it when he tickles me....so then he tickled me more....he tickled my until my body arched and then...he reached under my raised body and tickled my back making me screech and arch my body even more...(it's ironic, I thought, how the body moves in precisely the position that will get it tickled more in its attempt to thwart it....seems that even under excrutiating tickling my body knows what I need....I mused...) this continued for the longest time....I really am not sure just how long because I lost all track of time but he told me later that he tickled me that intensely for well over two hours...I was either brazen or very stupid because I donned a fake british accent...and a really bad one at that and asked "Is that all you've got???" So obviously I got tickled somemore...(smile)..he knew my limits and he could tell that I was fading and crumbling apart a bit....so he shhh'd my post tickle laughter and whimpers with kisses all over my face and shoulders.....biting me gently......kissing me lower and lower until I was completely relaxed and submitting to him in every way......he sat over me and I brought one foot up and placed it on his back....running my toes over the back of his arm and tip of his shoulder and up and down his back......playing my toes over his neck....as he tickle-kissed me everywhere......feeling my naked soles against any part of his body was soooo delicious......feeling his hands hold my feet as he took them in his own was incredibly sweet....I loved the vulnerability and "danger" of being in this position with him....the sensation of his palms and fingers touching and holding my feet...owning them....stroking the delicate skin there...intermittently tickling with his thumbs which were expertly placed upon my arches ....kissing and licking and sucking the soles of my feet and under and between my ticklish toes......always the adrenaline rush of not knowing when his fingers or tongue will stroke me to tickle......such warmth passed thru me at how sexy and wonderful this felt...and the realization that he could just tickle me anywhere at any time was exhilerating and heart pounding......I never did seem to completely expect it when he started to tickle me....as prepared as one would think I would be...it's funny actually....seems silly but it's so true...I'd feel ridiculous for screeching surprisedly each and every time he'd begin to tickle me somewhere..... and he'd know just what to do to me to get the reactions he wants to see and hear....stealing a stroke of a finger up my arch....a rapid fire of tickles under my toes....a scratch on my heel or a tickle kiss on my toe pads......then making a mad dash for my ticklish armpits...causing me to screech....squeezing my waist when I least expected it....whenever he'd touch me I'd find myself in a ticklish frenzy that continued long after he stopped......the thing that baffled me is he loved all of my little reactions and never tired of the sounds I made....I loved the things he said to me when we were together....he thought I was amazingly sexy and he'd call me his little tickle baby.......I'd smile and wonder if he knew that I wasn't the amazing one....he was.....I was only reacting to him....I'd ask him if he realized how sexy it is that he loves feet and loves to tickle....he replied "I love YOUR feet and I love to tickle YOU"....I'd reach up to kiss his mouth....as his body came down closer onto mine and his mouth covered my lips....my legs instinctively would come up and wrap around him ....I pulled him into me more....and deeper....breathing in sharply and arching my body slightly as he entered me...pulling myself closer to him...rising to meet him....my fingers grabbing onto him and holding his strong arms and shoulders for dear life.....dancing the toes from my left foot up and down his leg.....feeling my arch fill with his skin as I press my foot into him anywhere I could...as I neared climax he reached up and poked me in the sides...holding my arms helplessly above my head and devoured my excrutiatingly ticklish underarms with his fingers and tongue....thrusting himself into me the entire time....how amazing it is to experience so many wonderful sensations at once......suddenly...I noticed that the video camera was rolling....he recorded the entire thing!!! "Animal!"....I smiled......not wanting to interupt this incredible moment or miss even one of his thrusts or sweet kisses...I raised my right leg and brought my foot over to the camera....placing my sole up against the screen... blocking the lens and everything else in the world.....this is just for the two of us I thought......but then, feeling a bit naughty... I reconsidered...I remember thinking that it would be incredibly hot to watch this later...how yummy it would be to watch him tickling me on video while he is tickling me again as I watch.......rarrr..
I wake with a start realizing I fell asleep in the bathtub....the front door slammed....."Mama, I'm home!!!" ......I smiled as tears were trickling down my face in a steady stream.....tickling my lips...I grabbed for a towel....and went to get my little girl....until next time..........The End. (for now
by ticklemmmeeeeeee
