first time

Mara had been worshipped so long she forgot what it meant to react. But the body’s honest when the ego isn’t. The kind of honest that makes you human again. And in that moment, that one helpless twitch, the goddess came tumbling down from her pedestal. Didn’t matter how big her ass was, or how...

Mara tried to hold herself together, but she was ticklish in ways she didn’t want to admit. The fear in her eyes said she knew what was coming. The laugh proved it. It spilled out of her, wild and relentless, until she wasn’t in charge anymore. Desperation painted her face, but the dimples kept...

Amy is a girl I met on Instagram. In conversations, she said she really wanted to tickle my feet. I told her she could have a rematch right after I tickled her. That shy, sweet girl transformed. She showed no mercy to my feet, teasing me the whole time, telling me I could scream all I wanted...

Amy is a girl I met on Instagram. She follows me and was curious and really wanted to try being tickled while tied up. Her shy laugh is so beautiful and sweet. It was Amy's first time. She confessed that she was a little anxious and apprehensive at first, but she loved the experience and wants...

Selene carried herself like a goddess, porcelain skin, black hair, a look that could cut glass. She had big feet, size tens, long and pale, too classy to ever be in a place like this. Then they got tickled for the first time, and the laugh ripped out of her. Not a dainty giggle, no, this was...

Selene walked in like she didn’t belong here. Tall, cold, untouchable. She gave you that stare, the one that says you’re not good enough. It might’ve worked somewhere else. Not here. The first tickle landed, and her laugh exploded out louder than she wanted anyone to hear. She squirmed, twisted...

Pocahontas came in proud, chin high, back straight, feet tucked in like secrets. Then the socks came off, and the truth came out. She laughed like it wasn’t supposed to happen. Like the noise coming out of her mouth didn’t belong to her. By the time the tickles hit the arches, she wasn’t...

The first touch hit like a lie she didn’t want to believe. By the second, it was gospel. Pocahontas wasn’t just ticklish, she was possessed. Fighting it didn’t work. Neither did begging. All that was left was her body, her laughter, and the kind of panic that don’t need words. Only sound. And...

Princess looked like the shy type. Sweet voice, soft shoes, the kind that says please even when she don't have to. She sat quiet, feet bare, like none of it mattered. Said she could take it. Maybe even smiled. Then it started. One tickle. That’s all it took. Her toes jumped, her back arched, and...

Princess had that look, like an anime character come to life. Glasses thick enough to start a fire and a voice like sugar water. She didn’t belong in the kind of room where tickling was on the menu, but she showed up anyway. She kicked, she squirmed, but not like she wanted it to stop, more like...

Hey guys, Exactly what it says really - I’m a (very ticklish) 27 M (mostly lee) looking for a session. Into M/F, F/M, M/M, and everything in between. Come and make me regret posting! 🪶

Nurse Fernanda had seen things, done things, knew how to handle herself. But when her feet hit the air, bare and vulnerable, she realized she'd walked straight into trouble. First tickle hit like lightning on a clear night, sending shocks up her legs, jolting giggles out of her mouth quicker...

"Wait, stop, I need a break," she begged, voice cracking, but rules didn’t matter here. This was the big leagues, and breaks were a luxury Fernanda couldn't afford. All she could do was laugh herself silly, twisting and thrashing like a dame who’d lost her last marble. Yeah, she learned the hard...

Nurse Fernanda had seen things, done things, knew how to handle herself. But when her feet hit the air, bare and vulnerable, she realized she'd walked straight into trouble. First tickle hit like lightning on a clear night, sending shocks up her legs, jolting giggles out of her mouth quicker...

Jazmin, the gamer, treated everything like a competition. If it had rules, it could be beaten. That was the logic, and it had never failed her. Until now. She tried to hold back, like sheer willpower would be enough to stop the tickling from getting to her. But once the tickles found her feet...

Jazmin sat there, calm, composed, the quiet confidence of someone used to being in control. She was a gamer, used to strategy, to keeping a cool head. She thought this would be no different. Then came the first touch. A flicker of movement, a slight twitch in her lips, and before she even knew...

Valentina strutted through life like nothing could touch her. Sharp uniform, sharp tongue, sharper instincts. But instincts don’t mean much when you’re strapped down, bare feet exposed, and someone’s got a point to prove. Her soles, soft and smooth, were her weakness, every nerve lighting up...

Valentina was shaking before the first touch, the kind of scared laughter that only makes things worse. Her laugh exploded, loud, desperate, a sound she didn’t plan on letting out, not in public, not anywhere. She twisted, squirmed, her body trying to back out of a deal she’d already signed. But...

Nobody touched Daniela's feet, nobody. Maybe that’s why it was so bad. Maybe that’s why the second the first touch grazed her arch, she knew—she was done for. Her laugh shot out of her in frantic bursts, raw and unfiltered, the kind of laugh that lets you know the game’s already lost. And just...

It was Daniela's first time, and the tickling didn’t just get to her—it took her, turned her into something frantic, something breathless, something that didn’t belong to her anymore. She wouldn’t leave the same girl. That much was clear. The tickling had done more than reduce her to a giggling...