Tickled at the beach
I was tickled on the beach three days earlier. I am twenty years old on a special retreat in Corpus Christi. Anyways, I had fun playing Watermelon football, and other games. Then, I had a unknown reason to be buried on the beach. I requested several people, but they declined. My heart just sank into despair until three girls consented. They told me to wait until they can dig up a burial site. My heart instantly jumped to extreme happiness.
After fifteen long and agonizing minutes, they called me over. The three girls piled sand after sand on my bare body. However, they left my head and feet unburied. the amound of sand on me made me immobile. I could function without my limbs, which was trapped underneath the pile of sand.
I thought that they would just leave me there, but I was shocked by what they did next. They tickled my poor feet. I laughed and other people saw me. Other people around my age tickled my trapped feet with feathers, quill, and their fingers. It was a good experience, that I wished that I could relive. My feet was sent through a tortorous session, and there was nothing that I can do
Last edited by puretickling; 09-29-2009 at 11:54 AM.
awesome! i wish i were you!
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
Haha, I was in quite a bind. Do you have yahoo e-mail, I would like to tell you more tickling experiences from age 18-20