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Just to explain, this was originally posted on the "tickling discussion" board and was a response to a guy calling himself "Wall Street" who asked for people write in with their experiences of tickling, and the thread is entitled "Tickling Escorts" so I responded and what was going to be a short reply turned in to something I thought worth pasting in to this section. This is my first attempt at writing about tickling so let me know what you think folks "Tally Ho !!!!!"
Ok wall I had too much blood in my alcohol stream last time i was on this particular thread but now I am sober, but thinking about going out ""lager shopping "" in a little while, so its best i get this done first.This all started from my reading an add in an english foot fetish mag called the ""footsy"" which often has adds at the back for women offering their sevices for foot fetishists so I decided to try my luck on one. So I rang up and made an appointment, she was very pleasant on the phone and had time to chat a little which was nerve settling. I met her at a motel near manchester, and I had a room over looking the car park so I could see who came in, a car pulled up almost under the window and this gorgeous blonde vision alighted from the car "if only that was her" I thought to myself but sure enough a nock at the door and a sweaty palm grappling with the door knob confirmed my dreams, god knows what face I was pulling as she walked in past me but it made her laugh! blimey she was one hell of a good looking bird!!! she made a call to some one to confirm she was there and asked her pal to call back in half an hour ( part of the security arrangements I later found out) so she asks me what I want her to wear and pulls out all these different shoes and under wear while I stand there just trying to take her in ( probably dribbling at the chin as well) so I pick the black silk stuff (hey no kidding I hear you say Wall!!) and she goes to the bath room and puts it on telling me to turn the lights down, and then out she comes......ohhh blimey charlie!!! what can I tell you Wall? I would have been happy just to pay to see that and go!.....well almost. she comes over and suts on my knee and asked me if I was a reall foot fetishist because she is sick of nutters and perverts who mess her about and dont even touch her feet, at first I thought it was just a sales pitch to make me feel good but after a bit of a chat it is clear she has not been at it very long and needs the money but does like having her feet played with so I assured her I was glad to oblige. So I found myself with the arduose task of removing her black stockings to reveal feet so pretty that it was difficult to look at them for too long with out going a bit dizzy. They were perfect, a wonderfull soft skin which graduated from alabaster white to rosy pink, smooth and soft, they were small with nicely proportoined toes which she wiggled for me. She got on the bed face down and asked me to massage them for her which I did, and she loved it ans she was soon purring like a cat, then the phone rings and she tells her pal she is ok and to ring back in a while. Then I start to tickle her feet very lightly ans they start to wiggle around under my touch in a most agreeable way, says she hates it normally but loves the way I do it, by now she is giggling and grabbing the pillows a writhing about but she keeps her feet right there under my fingers. Some times it would get too much and she would move her feet away only to put them straight back again. I decide to work my way up her body and do some discovering do you want to hear about it Wall? let me know and I will give you part two.
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Ok wall I had too much blood in my alcohol stream last time i was on this particular thread but now I am sober, but thinking about going out ""lager shopping "" in a little while, so its best i get this done first.This all started from my reading an add in an english foot fetish mag called the ""footsy"" which often has adds at the back for women offering their sevices for foot fetishists so I decided to try my luck on one. So I rang up and made an appointment, she was very pleasant on the phone and had time to chat a little which was nerve settling. I met her at a motel near manchester, and I had a room over looking the car park so I could see who came in, a car pulled up almost under the window and this gorgeous blonde vision alighted from the car "if only that was her" I thought to myself but sure enough a nock at the door and a sweaty palm grappling with the door knob confirmed my dreams, god knows what face I was pulling as she walked in past me but it made her laugh! blimey she was one hell of a good looking bird!!! she made a call to some one to confirm she was there and asked her pal to call back in half an hour ( part of the security arrangements I later found out) so she asks me what I want her to wear and pulls out all these different shoes and under wear while I stand there just trying to take her in ( probably dribbling at the chin as well) so I pick the black silk stuff (hey no kidding I hear you say Wall!!) and she goes to the bath room and puts it on telling me to turn the lights down, and then out she comes......ohhh blimey charlie!!! what can I tell you Wall? I would have been happy just to pay to see that and go!.....well almost. she comes over and suts on my knee and asked me if I was a reall foot fetishist because she is sick of nutters and perverts who mess her about and dont even touch her feet, at first I thought it was just a sales pitch to make me feel good but after a bit of a chat it is clear she has not been at it very long and needs the money but does like having her feet played with so I assured her I was glad to oblige. So I found myself with the arduose task of removing her black stockings to reveal feet so pretty that it was difficult to look at them for too long with out going a bit dizzy. They were perfect, a wonderfull soft skin which graduated from alabaster white to rosy pink, smooth and soft, they were small with nicely proportoined toes which she wiggled for me. She got on the bed face down and asked me to massage them for her which I did, and she loved it ans she was soon purring like a cat, then the phone rings and she tells her pal she is ok and to ring back in a while. Then I start to tickle her feet very lightly ans they start to wiggle around under my touch in a most agreeable way, says she hates it normally but loves the way I do it, by now she is giggling and grabbing the pillows a writhing about but she keeps her feet right there under my fingers. Some times it would get too much and she would move her feet away only to put them straight back again. I decide to work my way up her body and do some discovering do you want to hear about it Wall? let me know and I will give you part two.
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