Hey TMF,
I have been a fan of tickling stories for as long as I can remember and I have finally decided to share my own. I first fell in love with tickling fiction after discovering the tickle street series from the amazing Strelnikov way back in the early 2000’s and my flag ship series is a nod to that body of work, if a little more intense. Think lots of beautiful yet relatable characters and great descriptions of foot focused tickling.
I also want the series to develop in an interactive way, so I have created a patreon pagee for my work - https://www.patreon.com/user?u=53446756 here, you can read each new chapter as it is released (at least one per week) and higher tier patreons can suggest new characters and content for future instalments. I’m very excited to see how the story progresses with your input! For now, please enjoy an excerpt from chapter one. The full story is already up on the patreon page!
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Ok, here we go, thought Samantha, as her father turned the key in the ignition of his prized Land Rover and with a last wave goodbye, nudged the accelerator and rejoined the high street traffic leaving Sam alone on the doorstep with her bags.
Sam had insisted she be left at the door to the student house and not walked to her room. She had not yet met the girls she would be boarding with for the next two years at university and she was determined to make a good first impression, on her terms, without her Dad cramping her style.
It wasn’t that Sam was worried about fitting in, she was a beautiful, bubbly, confident young women. She was a petite girl with a slim and shapely figure, brilliant copper red hair which she wore straight and shoulder length. Bright green eyes and skin so fair it seemed almost translucent. It hadn’t always been the case, but in the short time between leaving high school and starting university, she had developed into a knockout - even if she didn’t realise it yet.
No one who had known the shy, awkward girl through high school would have called it. In those dark years, Sam had been a ghost. A messy parental divorce an have that effect. She had not been the victim of bullying mostly, she had just passed through unnoticed, not even a blip on most of the other kid’s radars. The loneliness had been crushing.
University would be different. It had to be. Here was an opportunity for a fresh start, she could be who she wanted to be, fit in where she wanted to with like minded, mature peers. By God, she would do whatever she had to to make this work.
The house she stood before was grander than she expected. Good start. Sam had heard horror stories about student accommodation and it had been a leap of faith when she applied for a room in this shared house without seeing the place. But her home town was a 6 hour drive away and too far to come on a scouting mission. Sam was relieved by what she saw. It was a large, two storey Edwardian house, red brick with large bay windows that looked to let a generous amount of daylight in. It seemed more than big enough for the 5 girls who would initially inhabit the space.
The first term at university was due to begin in a week, that gave Sam time to settle in and get to know her housemates. She was praying for more luck in that front. University had to be different. Turning the key in the front door, Sam shouldered the large tote and grabbed her suitcase’s extendable handle and entered her new home.
She found herself standing in a wide entrance way. Straight ahead, a staircase led to the second floor and the hallways stretched passed it on the left, leading to what appeared to be the kitchen. Dark wooden panelling lined the walls and there was a rich, dark red carpet underfoot. Sam noticed a bundle of varied footwear stacked by the door and kicked off her converse so as not to break to first apparent house rule. Abandoning her baggage for the time being, Sam made her way somewhat nervously towards the kitchen at the end of the hall.
She found it unoccupied and took the chance to look around. It was a decent sized kitchen. The same dark wood was in evidence here too but was contrasted nicely by faux marble countertops. A round dining table took up a large portion of the available space and a huge double refrigerator nearly took the rest. Sam found herself drawn to the fridge, not by what in may have contained, but by a photograph stuck to the door. Sam was about to get a first look at her new housemates.
Just about the only thing Sam new about her housemates was that they were all a year ahead of her. Not because they were older than Sam’s 20 years, but because Sam had taken a much needed year out before starting uni. The room in the house had become available when another girl had dropped out at the end of her first year, choosing to abandon a speculative study of physiology in favour of opening a bakery. Sam had applied right away through a desire to avoid to often tacky student halls on the main campus. As a result, the other 3 girls had a full year of getting to know each other already. Sam would have some catching up to do.
Sam leaned in to look closely at the smiling faces in the photo, set against a generic nightclub back drop. All were startlingly attractive. The girl on the left had long, wavy, jet black hair. Her skin was a direct contrast of pure alabaster and looked almost porcelain like. Bright blue eyes shone with merriment behind stylish, dark rimmed glasses. She put Sam in mind of an incredibly hot secretary.
Sandwiched in the middle was a tiny blonde girl. She must have stood a foot shorter than the other two and her long, choppy bob cut hairdo added to her almost pixieish appearance. Her face was flushed pink, possibly from alcohol consumption but Sam got the impression of a generally rosey complexion. Adorable green, doe eyes peered up at the camera above a coy, pouty smile.
The girl on the right was, apparently, the joker of the group. As tall as the raven haired girl on the left and with a fit looking, athletic build, this one had long, perfectly conditioned, chocolaty brown hair. San could tell how pretty she was, even though she was pulling a hideous face at the camera. Large, dark brown eyes squinted through a screwed up face, a cute tongue poking out of the corner of her twisted grin.
Sam chuckled as she looked took in the last girl and at the same time, a sudden high pitched shriek rang out from the second floor making Sam nearly jumped out of her skin. She returned to the foot of the stairs, peering up curiously as loud bangs and further muffled squeaks and squeals echoed around the house. Taking cautious steps on her white, ankle socked feet, Sam made her way slowly up the stairs. Teaching the top, she looked to her left and right, a long hallway, lined with closed doors stretched away in each direction.
Sam had gathered the sounds had originated from the right and she crept along the hall in that direction, trying to discern what door it was coming from. Without warning, the door closet to Sam but one burst open and the tint blonde from the picture fell through onto the hallway carpet. She was dressed in a mint green tank top, short red lounge shorts and, curiously, one block ankle sock. Sam noticed the bright red toenail polish on the other, bare foot as it scrambled below her, desperately trying to get purchase on the red carpet.
Just as it seemed she had found her feet - so to speak - a cry of ‘don’t let her get away Sarah!’ Came from the open doorway and the brunette sprang after her, grabbing her by the waist and tackling her to the floor. They landed face down, the athletic brunette on top of the petite blonde. Their heads were pointed towards Sam, no more than five foot away but neither girl had noticed the newcomer as yet. The blonde girl was completely pinned beneath her friend but her legs kicked away at thin air behind them in a vain attempt to throw her assailant off.
‘Laura! Hurry! Get her, get her, get her!’ The brunette cried, trying hard to keep her prey subdued. In answer, the black haired girl sauntered into the scene. Even without the full face of make up from the picture, she oozed sex appeal, dressed in a purple, thigh length baby doll nightie and thick, grey slipper boots. She showed no sign of hurrying as she slinked up behind her wrestling friends, a predatory grin plastered in her features.
‘Now now Emma’ she said as caught the blonde girl’s flailing socked foot and knelt down, hugging it tightly between her perky breasts. ‘You should know by now that running only makes things worse.’ Sam watched bemused as the black haired girl hooked an index finger under the rim of the blonde’s - Emma’s - sock and slowly began to peel it away. Evidently, Emma’s rosey complexion was not limited to her face. As the black sock was removed, her round, bright pink heel showed itself and the small girl’s struggles redoubled.
‘Nonono come on girls, don’t do thihihis.’ She pleaded, a soft Yorkshire accent apparent even under the layer of panic.
‘And when does begging ever help anyone around here?’ Answered the brunette.
‘But please feel free to keep trying.’ The black haired girl - Laura - remarked, continuing the slow sock removal. As the rest of the foot was revealed, Sam could see a web of wrinkles spreading across the obviously baby soft skin of the pale white arch and bright pink ball of the foot, caused by the tightly clenched toes as they attempted to hold onto the sock.
‘Really Em?’ Laura asked as she smirked at her friend’s feeble attempt to keep her sock.
‘Leave it on, leave it on please Laura don’t take it off!!’ She gasped under the weight of the brunette - Sarah.
‘Oh it’s coming off’ Laura teased and placed her pointer finger on the rosey heel of Emma’s foot. Sam had a second to notice to black, sharp looking pointed nail before it zipped quickly up the length of Emma’s sole. The blonde girl shrieked and jolted as if electrocuted but could shake neither Sarah’s weight, nor Laura’s grip. ‘In fact, I want you to tell me to take it.’
I have been a fan of tickling stories for as long as I can remember and I have finally decided to share my own. I first fell in love with tickling fiction after discovering the tickle street series from the amazing Strelnikov way back in the early 2000’s and my flag ship series is a nod to that body of work, if a little more intense. Think lots of beautiful yet relatable characters and great descriptions of foot focused tickling.
I also want the series to develop in an interactive way, so I have created a patreon pagee for my work - https://www.patreon.com/user?u=53446756 here, you can read each new chapter as it is released (at least one per week) and higher tier patreons can suggest new characters and content for future instalments. I’m very excited to see how the story progresses with your input! For now, please enjoy an excerpt from chapter one. The full story is already up on the patreon page!
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Ok, here we go, thought Samantha, as her father turned the key in the ignition of his prized Land Rover and with a last wave goodbye, nudged the accelerator and rejoined the high street traffic leaving Sam alone on the doorstep with her bags.
Sam had insisted she be left at the door to the student house and not walked to her room. She had not yet met the girls she would be boarding with for the next two years at university and she was determined to make a good first impression, on her terms, without her Dad cramping her style.
It wasn’t that Sam was worried about fitting in, she was a beautiful, bubbly, confident young women. She was a petite girl with a slim and shapely figure, brilliant copper red hair which she wore straight and shoulder length. Bright green eyes and skin so fair it seemed almost translucent. It hadn’t always been the case, but in the short time between leaving high school and starting university, she had developed into a knockout - even if she didn’t realise it yet.
No one who had known the shy, awkward girl through high school would have called it. In those dark years, Sam had been a ghost. A messy parental divorce an have that effect. She had not been the victim of bullying mostly, she had just passed through unnoticed, not even a blip on most of the other kid’s radars. The loneliness had been crushing.
University would be different. It had to be. Here was an opportunity for a fresh start, she could be who she wanted to be, fit in where she wanted to with like minded, mature peers. By God, she would do whatever she had to to make this work.
The house she stood before was grander than she expected. Good start. Sam had heard horror stories about student accommodation and it had been a leap of faith when she applied for a room in this shared house without seeing the place. But her home town was a 6 hour drive away and too far to come on a scouting mission. Sam was relieved by what she saw. It was a large, two storey Edwardian house, red brick with large bay windows that looked to let a generous amount of daylight in. It seemed more than big enough for the 5 girls who would initially inhabit the space.
The first term at university was due to begin in a week, that gave Sam time to settle in and get to know her housemates. She was praying for more luck in that front. University had to be different. Turning the key in the front door, Sam shouldered the large tote and grabbed her suitcase’s extendable handle and entered her new home.
She found herself standing in a wide entrance way. Straight ahead, a staircase led to the second floor and the hallways stretched passed it on the left, leading to what appeared to be the kitchen. Dark wooden panelling lined the walls and there was a rich, dark red carpet underfoot. Sam noticed a bundle of varied footwear stacked by the door and kicked off her converse so as not to break to first apparent house rule. Abandoning her baggage for the time being, Sam made her way somewhat nervously towards the kitchen at the end of the hall.
She found it unoccupied and took the chance to look around. It was a decent sized kitchen. The same dark wood was in evidence here too but was contrasted nicely by faux marble countertops. A round dining table took up a large portion of the available space and a huge double refrigerator nearly took the rest. Sam found herself drawn to the fridge, not by what in may have contained, but by a photograph stuck to the door. Sam was about to get a first look at her new housemates.
Just about the only thing Sam new about her housemates was that they were all a year ahead of her. Not because they were older than Sam’s 20 years, but because Sam had taken a much needed year out before starting uni. The room in the house had become available when another girl had dropped out at the end of her first year, choosing to abandon a speculative study of physiology in favour of opening a bakery. Sam had applied right away through a desire to avoid to often tacky student halls on the main campus. As a result, the other 3 girls had a full year of getting to know each other already. Sam would have some catching up to do.
Sam leaned in to look closely at the smiling faces in the photo, set against a generic nightclub back drop. All were startlingly attractive. The girl on the left had long, wavy, jet black hair. Her skin was a direct contrast of pure alabaster and looked almost porcelain like. Bright blue eyes shone with merriment behind stylish, dark rimmed glasses. She put Sam in mind of an incredibly hot secretary.
Sandwiched in the middle was a tiny blonde girl. She must have stood a foot shorter than the other two and her long, choppy bob cut hairdo added to her almost pixieish appearance. Her face was flushed pink, possibly from alcohol consumption but Sam got the impression of a generally rosey complexion. Adorable green, doe eyes peered up at the camera above a coy, pouty smile.
The girl on the right was, apparently, the joker of the group. As tall as the raven haired girl on the left and with a fit looking, athletic build, this one had long, perfectly conditioned, chocolaty brown hair. San could tell how pretty she was, even though she was pulling a hideous face at the camera. Large, dark brown eyes squinted through a screwed up face, a cute tongue poking out of the corner of her twisted grin.
Sam chuckled as she looked took in the last girl and at the same time, a sudden high pitched shriek rang out from the second floor making Sam nearly jumped out of her skin. She returned to the foot of the stairs, peering up curiously as loud bangs and further muffled squeaks and squeals echoed around the house. Taking cautious steps on her white, ankle socked feet, Sam made her way slowly up the stairs. Teaching the top, she looked to her left and right, a long hallway, lined with closed doors stretched away in each direction.
Sam had gathered the sounds had originated from the right and she crept along the hall in that direction, trying to discern what door it was coming from. Without warning, the door closet to Sam but one burst open and the tint blonde from the picture fell through onto the hallway carpet. She was dressed in a mint green tank top, short red lounge shorts and, curiously, one block ankle sock. Sam noticed the bright red toenail polish on the other, bare foot as it scrambled below her, desperately trying to get purchase on the red carpet.
Just as it seemed she had found her feet - so to speak - a cry of ‘don’t let her get away Sarah!’ Came from the open doorway and the brunette sprang after her, grabbing her by the waist and tackling her to the floor. They landed face down, the athletic brunette on top of the petite blonde. Their heads were pointed towards Sam, no more than five foot away but neither girl had noticed the newcomer as yet. The blonde girl was completely pinned beneath her friend but her legs kicked away at thin air behind them in a vain attempt to throw her assailant off.
‘Laura! Hurry! Get her, get her, get her!’ The brunette cried, trying hard to keep her prey subdued. In answer, the black haired girl sauntered into the scene. Even without the full face of make up from the picture, she oozed sex appeal, dressed in a purple, thigh length baby doll nightie and thick, grey slipper boots. She showed no sign of hurrying as she slinked up behind her wrestling friends, a predatory grin plastered in her features.
‘Now now Emma’ she said as caught the blonde girl’s flailing socked foot and knelt down, hugging it tightly between her perky breasts. ‘You should know by now that running only makes things worse.’ Sam watched bemused as the black haired girl hooked an index finger under the rim of the blonde’s - Emma’s - sock and slowly began to peel it away. Evidently, Emma’s rosey complexion was not limited to her face. As the black sock was removed, her round, bright pink heel showed itself and the small girl’s struggles redoubled.
‘Nonono come on girls, don’t do thihihis.’ She pleaded, a soft Yorkshire accent apparent even under the layer of panic.
‘And when does begging ever help anyone around here?’ Answered the brunette.
‘But please feel free to keep trying.’ The black haired girl - Laura - remarked, continuing the slow sock removal. As the rest of the foot was revealed, Sam could see a web of wrinkles spreading across the obviously baby soft skin of the pale white arch and bright pink ball of the foot, caused by the tightly clenched toes as they attempted to hold onto the sock.
‘Really Em?’ Laura asked as she smirked at her friend’s feeble attempt to keep her sock.
‘Leave it on, leave it on please Laura don’t take it off!!’ She gasped under the weight of the brunette - Sarah.
‘Oh it’s coming off’ Laura teased and placed her pointer finger on the rosey heel of Emma’s foot. Sam had a second to notice to black, sharp looking pointed nail before it zipped quickly up the length of Emma’s sole. The blonde girl shrieked and jolted as if electrocuted but could shake neither Sarah’s weight, nor Laura’s grip. ‘In fact, I want you to tell me to take it.’
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