Ok he FINALY got them! I know you guys were just waiting for this one...
We were laying on my couch sharing a bottle of wine in front of the fireplace & playing this Valentine's card game I bought, some kind of conversation starter game that asks questions.
Well, one of the questions was, 'what is your favorite fantasy?" He drew the card & I had to answer. Well, I refused to answer the question. My feet were in his lap. I was wearing ankle socks & he took my left foot & started running his index finger along the arch of my foot, telling me I was being a spoiled sport.
I told him I wanted another card & he slowly pulled my sock off, not saying a word. Then he held my ankle with one hand & slowly dragged his middle & ring finger of the other hand back & forth across my arch, making me giggle.
The Good Doctor said he wasn't going to ask me again, he was just going to tickle it out of me if I didn't start talking. I decided to resist as long as possible & the tickling continued!
He dug into my foot & I tried desperately to get away, laughing & begging & pleading. He just said "you know how to make me stop."
I pushed & struggled & laughed to pieces until he stopped to take my right foot into his hand, removed the sock & began vigerously tickling!
I became tired from laughing & struggling & finally said I would talk. He stopped tickling & I began telling him my fantasy, but before I got very far, I got embarrassed again & said that was enough.
That was it! He had no more mercy or patience left! He laid me across my coffee table, which is one of those pad-topped cedar chests, straddled me & pulled my arms over my head in one fist. He then said he was going to tickle my belly until I passed out. I laugh & squirm as best I can & beg & plead but he doesn't say a word, just continues to tickle, squeezing my hips & bringing a screaming laughter. His smile was absolutely evil!
Eventually, my laughter was so tired, he had mercy on me & stopped. I then decided to go ahead & reveal my favorite fantasy, which was...... hehe
We were laying on my couch sharing a bottle of wine in front of the fireplace & playing this Valentine's card game I bought, some kind of conversation starter game that asks questions.
Well, one of the questions was, 'what is your favorite fantasy?" He drew the card & I had to answer. Well, I refused to answer the question. My feet were in his lap. I was wearing ankle socks & he took my left foot & started running his index finger along the arch of my foot, telling me I was being a spoiled sport.
I told him I wanted another card & he slowly pulled my sock off, not saying a word. Then he held my ankle with one hand & slowly dragged his middle & ring finger of the other hand back & forth across my arch, making me giggle.
The Good Doctor said he wasn't going to ask me again, he was just going to tickle it out of me if I didn't start talking. I decided to resist as long as possible & the tickling continued!
He dug into my foot & I tried desperately to get away, laughing & begging & pleading. He just said "you know how to make me stop."
I pushed & struggled & laughed to pieces until he stopped to take my right foot into his hand, removed the sock & began vigerously tickling!
I became tired from laughing & struggling & finally said I would talk. He stopped tickling & I began telling him my fantasy, but before I got very far, I got embarrassed again & said that was enough.
That was it! He had no more mercy or patience left! He laid me across my coffee table, which is one of those pad-topped cedar chests, straddled me & pulled my arms over my head in one fist. He then said he was going to tickle my belly until I passed out. I laugh & squirm as best I can & beg & plead but he doesn't say a word, just continues to tickle, squeezing my hips & bringing a screaming laughter. His smile was absolutely evil!
Eventually, my laughter was so tired, he had mercy on me & stopped. I then decided to go ahead & reveal my favorite fantasy, which was...... hehe
