Roy
10-18-2004, 09:27 AM
Hi, Guys,
Thought I'd share.
Saturday night I sat on the couch watching a ballgame. My gal walked over and playfully straddled me. I love that position, even fully dressed! Groin to groin we started kissing. She wore slides, and her insteps rested over the edge of the couch. I placed my hands on her shoes and took my time pushing them off; I heard that rewarding “clunk-clunk” as they hit the floor. We just kept kissing.
Not wanting to make her jump, I gently rested my palms on her upturned, warm bare soles. I couldn’t see her feet, but here’s what I felt: About size seven. Soft, even her heels. And curvy, ski-jump-like arches, accentuated by the couch edge. This excited me, but I made sure not to move my fingers, I wanted this to be an ambush—to gauge her sensitivity accurately.
I accelerated the kissing to distract her. Suddenly, I placed my fingers on her toe pads and scrabbled from there, across her arches, to her heels. She shrieked, and staccato-laughed. In this straddle position, her spasm-like reaction left her no place to go but to drive upwards into me, knocking me back. She continued laughing even after the tickling stopped. When she recovered, she actually apologized and said: “God! I’m sorry. My feet are soooo ticklish.
It was all much briefer than it took me to type this. Nothing like the epic experiences of others here, but still lovely!
Roy
Thought I'd share.
Saturday night I sat on the couch watching a ballgame. My gal walked over and playfully straddled me. I love that position, even fully dressed! Groin to groin we started kissing. She wore slides, and her insteps rested over the edge of the couch. I placed my hands on her shoes and took my time pushing them off; I heard that rewarding “clunk-clunk” as they hit the floor. We just kept kissing.
Not wanting to make her jump, I gently rested my palms on her upturned, warm bare soles. I couldn’t see her feet, but here’s what I felt: About size seven. Soft, even her heels. And curvy, ski-jump-like arches, accentuated by the couch edge. This excited me, but I made sure not to move my fingers, I wanted this to be an ambush—to gauge her sensitivity accurately.
I accelerated the kissing to distract her. Suddenly, I placed my fingers on her toe pads and scrabbled from there, across her arches, to her heels. She shrieked, and staccato-laughed. In this straddle position, her spasm-like reaction left her no place to go but to drive upwards into me, knocking me back. She continued laughing even after the tickling stopped. When she recovered, she actually apologized and said: “God! I’m sorry. My feet are soooo ticklish.
It was all much briefer than it took me to type this. Nothing like the epic experiences of others here, but still lovely!
Roy