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My dad passed away recently and these stories remind me of how great our relationship was. I'm new to this website so the writing night not be that good so bare with me.
Part I
I had just stepped off the plane in Georgia. I came from Washington to visit my parents for my Christmas break from school. My mom was at work so my dad was alone when he came to pick me up front the airport. I spotted my dad and went over to give him a hug. When I locked my arms around his neck, his fingers slid down my side causing me to giggle and pull away from him.
"Still ticklish tubby?" (I used to be really chubby as a kid so now my family makes fun of me lol)
"No." I said, obviously lying.
"Oh ok. Well how about when I do this?" He scribbled his fingers on my side.
"AHHAHAHAHA! AHHAHAH Dad STOP!
He chuckled at my reaction. Residual laughs still coming out of me. My dad playfully punched my arm and gave me a side hug. "Good to have you back kiddo."
The whole drive home we were catching up. Talking about home, school, work and how my dogs were doing. He still sneaked in a few sporadic tickles every once in a while.
Part II
Over the summer, before I left for my freshmen year in college, I promised my dad I would help him with as much yard work as I could. I knew that he broke his back a few years ago and it would be hard for him to do it himself. Unfortunately I didn't know he wanted to wake up extra early to avoid the heat. He knew i would never wake up by myself so he came in my room instead.
He banged on the walls really loud, "Get up kid we got work to do." I'm a fairly heavy sleeper so that didn't really work.
He came closer to my bed and shook me, "Hey, hey, hey! Let's got we got a lot of stuff to get done."
According to him, i said something along the lines of, "Do it yourself old man."
"Really," I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was smiling. "Well I'm feeling pretty lazy myself." And he laid his 6',0" 200lb body on top of my 5',3" 133lb body. Needless to say that got my eyes open. When I didn't make any movement to get up he resulted to more effective measures.He took one finger and ran it up and down my back, I didn't even know my back was ticklish until then. That got a soft giggle out of me.
"Hehehe. Dahahahad I'm up haha. Ok ok ok!" I rolled over into my back. Before I got up, I stretched my arms above my head, yawning. I felt my dad's fingers lightly exploring my armpits. My arms shot back down and I collapsed in loud laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHHHH!! DAHAHAHAD STOP!! PUHAHAHALEASE!
He worked his way down to my ribs and stomach, possibly my worst spots. Tears of laughter are starting to form at the corners of my eyes.
"AHHHAHAHAHA!! OHAHAHAHA MY GOHAHAHAD!! DAD PLEASE HAHAHA! I lay back down and curl myself up into the fetal position
"No no no no no. Get. The. Hell. Up!" My dad tickled harder.
I flung myself out of bed with the little strength I had left still a laughing mess.
"Go go go! Hurry up." He was still tickling my back to keep me moving.
Part III
My dad isn't ticklish anywhere else but his feet and his neck. I would always get him back for tickling me. On his birthday i snuck up from behind him while he sat on his favorite chair and spidered my fingers around his neck.
"AHHHAHAHAHAHAH!! GET THE FUCK HAHAHAWAY FROM MEHEHEHE!!" Rolling his neck from side to side to block my tickles.
"How rude." I said in a teasing voice. "I better teach you some manners." I started using both hands.
"HAHAHAH I'M SORRYEEEHEHEHAHHHAHAH!!"
I left him alone after that because I didn't want him to get revenge. Later that day he got pay back anyway. I was sitting my the pool in a reclining chair in my favorite blue and white polo bikini, my whole body fairly exposed. He came outside while I was napping. I woke up to him sitting on my legs facing my feet.
"Oh my God. Dad don't please!" I tried to buck him off unsuccessfully.
"Karma is something else isn't it?" He focused I my right foot first. Tracing the alphabet into my foot and making me call out what letter it was.
"What's this one?" He asked repeating the shape.
"M hehehahaha." I tossed my head back, laughing like a maniac.
"Very good. How about this one?"
"B hehehahahhHAHAHAH!!" My laughter jumped an octave when he scraped the area just below my toes.
"Ohhhh. Like father like daughter I guess." He said exploiting the top of my feet.
"ShitHAHAHAHHHAHAHA!!"
"Gasp! Language young lady. Someone should teach you some manners." He turned and winked at me.
Let me know what you think
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Part I
I had just stepped off the plane in Georgia. I came from Washington to visit my parents for my Christmas break from school. My mom was at work so my dad was alone when he came to pick me up front the airport. I spotted my dad and went over to give him a hug. When I locked my arms around his neck, his fingers slid down my side causing me to giggle and pull away from him.
"Still ticklish tubby?" (I used to be really chubby as a kid so now my family makes fun of me lol)
"No." I said, obviously lying.
"Oh ok. Well how about when I do this?" He scribbled his fingers on my side.
"AHHAHAHAHA! AHHAHAH Dad STOP!
He chuckled at my reaction. Residual laughs still coming out of me. My dad playfully punched my arm and gave me a side hug. "Good to have you back kiddo."
The whole drive home we were catching up. Talking about home, school, work and how my dogs were doing. He still sneaked in a few sporadic tickles every once in a while.
Part II
Over the summer, before I left for my freshmen year in college, I promised my dad I would help him with as much yard work as I could. I knew that he broke his back a few years ago and it would be hard for him to do it himself. Unfortunately I didn't know he wanted to wake up extra early to avoid the heat. He knew i would never wake up by myself so he came in my room instead.
He banged on the walls really loud, "Get up kid we got work to do." I'm a fairly heavy sleeper so that didn't really work.
He came closer to my bed and shook me, "Hey, hey, hey! Let's got we got a lot of stuff to get done."
According to him, i said something along the lines of, "Do it yourself old man."
"Really," I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was smiling. "Well I'm feeling pretty lazy myself." And he laid his 6',0" 200lb body on top of my 5',3" 133lb body. Needless to say that got my eyes open. When I didn't make any movement to get up he resulted to more effective measures.He took one finger and ran it up and down my back, I didn't even know my back was ticklish until then. That got a soft giggle out of me.
"Hehehe. Dahahahad I'm up haha. Ok ok ok!" I rolled over into my back. Before I got up, I stretched my arms above my head, yawning. I felt my dad's fingers lightly exploring my armpits. My arms shot back down and I collapsed in loud laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHHHH!! DAHAHAHAD STOP!! PUHAHAHALEASE!
He worked his way down to my ribs and stomach, possibly my worst spots. Tears of laughter are starting to form at the corners of my eyes.
"AHHHAHAHAHA!! OHAHAHAHA MY GOHAHAHAD!! DAD PLEASE HAHAHA! I lay back down and curl myself up into the fetal position
"No no no no no. Get. The. Hell. Up!" My dad tickled harder.
I flung myself out of bed with the little strength I had left still a laughing mess.
"Go go go! Hurry up." He was still tickling my back to keep me moving.
Part III
My dad isn't ticklish anywhere else but his feet and his neck. I would always get him back for tickling me. On his birthday i snuck up from behind him while he sat on his favorite chair and spidered my fingers around his neck.
"AHHHAHAHAHAHAH!! GET THE FUCK HAHAHAWAY FROM MEHEHEHE!!" Rolling his neck from side to side to block my tickles.
"How rude." I said in a teasing voice. "I better teach you some manners." I started using both hands.
"HAHAHAH I'M SORRYEEEHEHEHAHHHAHAH!!"
I left him alone after that because I didn't want him to get revenge. Later that day he got pay back anyway. I was sitting my the pool in a reclining chair in my favorite blue and white polo bikini, my whole body fairly exposed. He came outside while I was napping. I woke up to him sitting on my legs facing my feet.
"Oh my God. Dad don't please!" I tried to buck him off unsuccessfully.
"Karma is something else isn't it?" He focused I my right foot first. Tracing the alphabet into my foot and making me call out what letter it was.
"What's this one?" He asked repeating the shape.
"M hehehahaha." I tossed my head back, laughing like a maniac.
"Very good. How about this one?"
"B hehehahahhHAHAHAH!!" My laughter jumped an octave when he scraped the area just below my toes.
"Ohhhh. Like father like daughter I guess." He said exploiting the top of my feet.
"ShitHAHAHAHHHAHAHA!!"
"Gasp! Language young lady. Someone should teach you some manners." He turned and winked at me.
Let me know what you think
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