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Foot Tickling (TRUE)
I always try to tickle as many girls as i possibly can, but don't get that many opportunites. One of the best happened after I replied to a personal ad in the local paper and met this girl in Durham about two years ago. We walked by the river Wear and sat looking across at the cathedral talking about various things. We then went to get something to drink and went to the cinema. During the film (Men in Black II, an awful film) i slipped my arm around her shoulder and seeing that she didn't mind I somehow found my hand around her bare midriff. She jumped a couple of times and I wondered if she was ticklish and began to plot a way of getting to tickle her. As soon as the film had finished I told her that I was a long way from home and she immediately insisted that I stay the night at her place.
Now she was about 19, with blonde/red hair shoulder length wavy hair, about 5feet 5 and quite slim but with quite rounded prominent breasts that looked very nice in the woolen sweater that she was wearing. She was wearing trousers with black boots that came up to half way betwen her feet and kness and that were overlapped by her slightly flared trousres.
When we got back to her place she took me 'round to see a friend of hers (next door neighbour) but she was wearing long black boots and I was a little disappointed that she didn't remove them. After a while we finally got back to her place and she removed her botos to reveal slim, medium sized feet in black socks and with quite a high arch. She sat up on the couch with me and i gently persuaded her to rest her fet in my lap, although she immediately jerked and got nervous when i put my hand on her socked feet. This girl was deathly ticklish on her feet! Not wanting to miss a chance I slipped one sock off quickly and she immediately made to run away, but i gt the other foot, removed the sock and held on to her soft and unblemished bare feet as i raked her soled with my fingers. She immediately began to laugh hard "Noooooooo ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha h" and fell off the couch, but i had a firm grip and wasn't letting go. I continued to rake her soles as i held them together in my arms, with her lying on the floor with cussions from the couch everywhere. She bucked and screemed and turned and laughed as i continued my assault on her pretty feet (softest i had seen) and tried desperately to get away. She was laying on her stomach and didn't seem to have teh energy to plead - just to laugh. After about two minutes i finally relented and she left the sofa to sit on another chair. But she propped her bare feet up on a stool and we both watched TV and talked. She could see me looking at her feet and i made a dash for her feet and they were the softest and unblemished feet ever. No hard skin anywhere and she had the roundest, softest heel......But there was no more tickling
Later i asked if i could massage her and she stripped to her waist but made sure she was wearing trainers. Funnily, she didn't seem ticklish elsewhere. I think things might have gone further, but i was too shy and wouldn't let her touch me. I slept on the couch and she in her bed. In the morning ssomeone called her and she recounted how she had been tickled 'all night' by me!!
She exaggerated. I later told her about my fetish and she seemed a little freaked. I never did see her again
The second event i would like to tell happened at precisely this time last year (maybe 11 months 2 weeks ago). I was sitting in the university bar after having consumed about 6 double vodkas and four pints of beer. I was becoming very drunk (we Brits drink more than you yanks i feel and most brits would consider that amount of alcohol fit for children! well not quite that far...). I was in the mood for tickling and there was this girl i thought liked me (note: i think every girl who looks at me fancies me, especially after some alcohol) and she was wearing black chunky trainers (sorry sneakers) and black socks. I grabbed her feet and pulled off her shoes and at once started to tickle her feet. The continued drinking robs me of the specifics, but she jerked backward and started laughing (i cannot remember her laughter!) and trying to get away. I backed her into a corner and continued tickling her feet. One of my friends then asked what was going on "Does she have tickly feet" but he didn;t join in. As she sat back down i stole the shoes of some other girl and made to tickle her feet but she didn't seem ticklish on her feet. I then asked the first girl (call her gemma or bob in case anyone i know is reading this) for her telephone number and preceeded to text message her about how she was my tickly-footed friend for the rest of the night. The wonders of alcohol hey!!
Oh, one last story. I was sat in the same bar about two months ago having consumed too many pints of guinness on St Patricks day. The girl i was sat next to was slightly large, but still ok looking. I kept tickling her waist and she kept laughing, until eventually her friend dragged her away from me.
I always try to tickle as many girls as i possibly can, but don't get that many opportunites. One of the best happened after I replied to a personal ad in the local paper and met this girl in Durham about two years ago. We walked by the river Wear and sat looking across at the cathedral talking about various things. We then went to get something to drink and went to the cinema. During the film (Men in Black II, an awful film) i slipped my arm around her shoulder and seeing that she didn't mind I somehow found my hand around her bare midriff. She jumped a couple of times and I wondered if she was ticklish and began to plot a way of getting to tickle her. As soon as the film had finished I told her that I was a long way from home and she immediately insisted that I stay the night at her place.
Now she was about 19, with blonde/red hair shoulder length wavy hair, about 5feet 5 and quite slim but with quite rounded prominent breasts that looked very nice in the woolen sweater that she was wearing. She was wearing trousers with black boots that came up to half way betwen her feet and kness and that were overlapped by her slightly flared trousres.
When we got back to her place she took me 'round to see a friend of hers (next door neighbour) but she was wearing long black boots and I was a little disappointed that she didn't remove them. After a while we finally got back to her place and she removed her botos to reveal slim, medium sized feet in black socks and with quite a high arch. She sat up on the couch with me and i gently persuaded her to rest her fet in my lap, although she immediately jerked and got nervous when i put my hand on her socked feet. This girl was deathly ticklish on her feet! Not wanting to miss a chance I slipped one sock off quickly and she immediately made to run away, but i gt the other foot, removed the sock and held on to her soft and unblemished bare feet as i raked her soled with my fingers. She immediately began to laugh hard "Noooooooo ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha h" and fell off the couch, but i had a firm grip and wasn't letting go. I continued to rake her soles as i held them together in my arms, with her lying on the floor with cussions from the couch everywhere. She bucked and screemed and turned and laughed as i continued my assault on her pretty feet (softest i had seen) and tried desperately to get away. She was laying on her stomach and didn't seem to have teh energy to plead - just to laugh. After about two minutes i finally relented and she left the sofa to sit on another chair. But she propped her bare feet up on a stool and we both watched TV and talked. She could see me looking at her feet and i made a dash for her feet and they were the softest and unblemished feet ever. No hard skin anywhere and she had the roundest, softest heel......But there was no more tickling
Later i asked if i could massage her and she stripped to her waist but made sure she was wearing trainers. Funnily, she didn't seem ticklish elsewhere. I think things might have gone further, but i was too shy and wouldn't let her touch me. I slept on the couch and she in her bed. In the morning ssomeone called her and she recounted how she had been tickled 'all night' by me!!
She exaggerated. I later told her about my fetish and she seemed a little freaked. I never did see her againThe second event i would like to tell happened at precisely this time last year (maybe 11 months 2 weeks ago). I was sitting in the university bar after having consumed about 6 double vodkas and four pints of beer. I was becoming very drunk (we Brits drink more than you yanks i feel and most brits would consider that amount of alcohol fit for children! well not quite that far...). I was in the mood for tickling and there was this girl i thought liked me (note: i think every girl who looks at me fancies me, especially after some alcohol) and she was wearing black chunky trainers (sorry sneakers) and black socks. I grabbed her feet and pulled off her shoes and at once started to tickle her feet. The continued drinking robs me of the specifics, but she jerked backward and started laughing (i cannot remember her laughter!) and trying to get away. I backed her into a corner and continued tickling her feet. One of my friends then asked what was going on "Does she have tickly feet" but he didn;t join in. As she sat back down i stole the shoes of some other girl and made to tickle her feet but she didn't seem ticklish on her feet. I then asked the first girl (call her gemma or bob in case anyone i know is reading this) for her telephone number and preceeded to text message her about how she was my tickly-footed friend for the rest of the night. The wonders of alcohol hey!!
Oh, one last story. I was sat in the same bar about two months ago having consumed too many pints of guinness on St Patricks day. The girl i was sat next to was slightly large, but still ok looking. I kept tickling her waist and she kept laughing, until eventually her friend dragged her away from me.
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