veryberry15
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Hey all!
A little bio before the story: I am a freshman in college, 5’4” with long blond hair, and size 7 feet, momentarily adorned with dark red painted nails. I have been dating my boyfriend for 2 years now <3 and have enjoyed every wonderful (and often ticklish) moment of it. He is 5’10” and can grow a stellar beard =D
Anyways, I was watching Saw III in the common room of one of the dorm buildings along with my boyfriend and four of our new friends: Liz and Nicholas (an adorable couple), Mark, and Kevin. This has been going on every weekend, as Nicholas wants to re watch all of them before the next one comes out. And they are his self-deemed “favorite movies”, I know, what a sicko…
On to the incident. My boyfriend has a foot fetish, which usually entails him absentmindedly rubbing or tickling my feet whenever when he is watching tv, or falling asleep, or waiting for his meal at a restaurant (though I think the latter is just to embarrass me by tickling me in a public setting), overall just torturing me with those light, tantalizing tickles. Tonight was no different. As we approached yet another gory scene of the movie, I felt his large warm hand slide across the top of my right foot, and one of his index fingers slide between my first two toes. I couldn’t help but jump as he began toying with one of the most ticklish spots on my body, and continued becoming more and more unglued as he prodded in between each toe on that foot. I looked up after a moment to check if he was even aware of the torture he was putting me through, but instead noticed that my movement had caught the attention of Mark, who lay just inches away from my bare feet. A second later, Isaac’s hand came to rest on top of my foot, making it fairly difficult to move, and I noticed Mark continued to stare. I tensed up, suspecting what was to follow, but refused to move out of my comfortable position (ok, and maybe I welcomed the tickling a bit…) Inconspicuously, he extended his index finger to the sole of my foot, and scribbled it across the arch of my right foot. I jumped so high, and tore my foot away from his reach. It was the first time in years that a boy other than my boyfriend had tickled me, and both he and I alike were wholly unprepared for that amount of ticklishness. The funny thing is, after seeing Mark tickle me, my boyfriend
covered my entire foot with his hand, as if defending his job as my sole-- i mean "one and only"-- 'ler.
A little bio before the story: I am a freshman in college, 5’4” with long blond hair, and size 7 feet, momentarily adorned with dark red painted nails. I have been dating my boyfriend for 2 years now <3 and have enjoyed every wonderful (and often ticklish) moment of it. He is 5’10” and can grow a stellar beard =D
Anyways, I was watching Saw III in the common room of one of the dorm buildings along with my boyfriend and four of our new friends: Liz and Nicholas (an adorable couple), Mark, and Kevin. This has been going on every weekend, as Nicholas wants to re watch all of them before the next one comes out. And they are his self-deemed “favorite movies”, I know, what a sicko…
On to the incident. My boyfriend has a foot fetish, which usually entails him absentmindedly rubbing or tickling my feet whenever when he is watching tv, or falling asleep, or waiting for his meal at a restaurant (though I think the latter is just to embarrass me by tickling me in a public setting), overall just torturing me with those light, tantalizing tickles. Tonight was no different. As we approached yet another gory scene of the movie, I felt his large warm hand slide across the top of my right foot, and one of his index fingers slide between my first two toes. I couldn’t help but jump as he began toying with one of the most ticklish spots on my body, and continued becoming more and more unglued as he prodded in between each toe on that foot. I looked up after a moment to check if he was even aware of the torture he was putting me through, but instead noticed that my movement had caught the attention of Mark, who lay just inches away from my bare feet. A second later, Isaac’s hand came to rest on top of my foot, making it fairly difficult to move, and I noticed Mark continued to stare. I tensed up, suspecting what was to follow, but refused to move out of my comfortable position (ok, and maybe I welcomed the tickling a bit…) Inconspicuously, he extended his index finger to the sole of my foot, and scribbled it across the arch of my right foot. I jumped so high, and tore my foot away from his reach. It was the first time in years that a boy other than my boyfriend had tickled me, and both he and I alike were wholly unprepared for that amount of ticklishness. The funny thing is, after seeing Mark tickle me, my boyfriend
covered my entire foot with his hand, as if defending his job as my sole-- i mean "one and only"-- 'ler.
my S.O would have done the same thing xp
What a way to introduce yourself to the forum, with a true tickling story.
I hope that we will hear more from you.
(This week, anyway.)
Ouch...! Hahaha. And I thought I was actually somewhat good with computers... 
