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Greetings y'all! I felt compelled to write about my second, totally awesome tickle session on TMF. I knew some of you would really appreciate this story so here goes...
Yesterday afternoon, I visited "S's" place for our first ever tickle session. "S" and I have been talking often about this day, truly excited for it to arrive. Once we walked back to their place, we shared a drink and our nervousness surrounding the session. However, we both knew we were going to have a blast. We sure did...
It all began with an innocent foot massage. I playfully took one of their socked feet into my lap and began to kneed into the arches, balls of the foot and toes. It was nice to help another person relax. I have always enjoyed giving foot massages, or any kind. After a few minutes I massaged their other foot and then reluctantly gave "S" one of my ticklish socked feet. We both had white cotton socks on. Mine were very thin and ankle cut to allow for maximum sensitivity, aside from wearing stockings (loathe them!). The massage was gentle, yet the right amount of pressure was applied. I allowed myself to lie back against the arm of the couch and relax, an unusual experience for me. While my right foot was massaged, "S" snuck in a gently tickle, a light scratch that provoked me to smile and attempt to draw my foot away. Thus began the tickle session!
We then changed into a t-shirt and shorts to be comfortable and expose more skin to tease and tickle senseless. I wore an Eat More Kale t-shirt that hiked up a little when raising my arms (on purpose!) and grey shorts that unfortunately, but really fortunately, exposed my thighs. *You will discover why in just a bit, anxious readers!
To have more room, "S" and I moved from the couch to their bed for our session. It was a brilliant idea, yet I was a little shy at first. "S" asked if I'd like to be tickled first or for me to try and tickle them. I decided I would be tickled first, then them, and we'd keep switching around. We had a few hours to spare, how delicious! "S" pressed his body against mine, while facing my feet to get in a good tickle. I made sure to pumice, polish and lotion up my soles beforehand to enhance sensitivity. While "S" tickled away, I discovered my tootsies are not all that ticklish, yet my toes are an exception. "S" dug into them with vigor, scratching and wiggling fingers between them. I really enjoyed all that toe attention. "S" could tell how much by my heavy pleasure-filled giggling and squirming. I buried by face into pillow to ensure the neighbors would not know what was transpiring.
After tickling my feet for some time, "S" decided to switch it up and try tickling my sides and feet at the same time. They discovered by underarms are quite ticklish. It was difficult to keep my arms raised to allow for more torturous strokes. "S" enjoyed every second of my squirming, giggling and occasionally swearing. Our safe word was blue, and I only had to say it once -- when "S" found my MOST sensitive spot, my thighs.
When "S" began to scratch the backs and inside of my thighs, I knew I would become a sweaty, giggling, incoherent girly mess. I desperately attempted to break away and escape their earnest finger tickling but it was no use. "S" had me in their grasp; I was helpless. The tickling was practically unbearable. I began to sweat and pant in response, feeling his delicate fingers scampering all over my upper legs and knees. It was absolute torture, folks! I tried to close my legs shut, to limit how much "S" could get their hands on. Having my legs closed and rubbing up against each other, while squirming to avoid their tickles produced a different, more intimate sensation I hadn't anticipated. I was a little afraid of what that could lead to...
Being that I don't have too much time left to write this lovely story I will cut to the chase and talk about the experience of me tickling "S."
"S" is a VERY ticklish person, which only worked in my favor. It was an absolute pleasure to explore their neck, underarms, tummy, back, sides, legs, knees, and feet. While scrambling my small, dexterous fingers all over their body, "S" was practically incoherent. They became sweaty and out of breath while thrashing about. I tried to show "S" no mercy. Attacking all their sensitive spots, alternating between slow, torturous strokes and pokes to full on, five-finger and sometimes ten finger tickling. I found a very delicate spot, an erogenous zone on their foot. It is located along the outside arch. A delicate stroke and tickle also produced a response I had not anticipated. While at first the moment was awkward, but I realized I can only be flattered by this unintentional discovery.
"S" and I truly enjoyed tickling and teasing each other senseless. I hope many other tickle enthusiasts will have as good a time with their partners as we have. It was quite a memorable experience. I hope our next session will include tickle tools. Though if I must endure paintbrush and/or feather strokes along my thighs...
Hope you enjoyed my story everyone! =)
Yesterday afternoon, I visited "S's" place for our first ever tickle session. "S" and I have been talking often about this day, truly excited for it to arrive. Once we walked back to their place, we shared a drink and our nervousness surrounding the session. However, we both knew we were going to have a blast. We sure did...
It all began with an innocent foot massage. I playfully took one of their socked feet into my lap and began to kneed into the arches, balls of the foot and toes. It was nice to help another person relax. I have always enjoyed giving foot massages, or any kind. After a few minutes I massaged their other foot and then reluctantly gave "S" one of my ticklish socked feet. We both had white cotton socks on. Mine were very thin and ankle cut to allow for maximum sensitivity, aside from wearing stockings (loathe them!). The massage was gentle, yet the right amount of pressure was applied. I allowed myself to lie back against the arm of the couch and relax, an unusual experience for me. While my right foot was massaged, "S" snuck in a gently tickle, a light scratch that provoked me to smile and attempt to draw my foot away. Thus began the tickle session!
We then changed into a t-shirt and shorts to be comfortable and expose more skin to tease and tickle senseless. I wore an Eat More Kale t-shirt that hiked up a little when raising my arms (on purpose!) and grey shorts that unfortunately, but really fortunately, exposed my thighs. *You will discover why in just a bit, anxious readers!
To have more room, "S" and I moved from the couch to their bed for our session. It was a brilliant idea, yet I was a little shy at first. "S" asked if I'd like to be tickled first or for me to try and tickle them. I decided I would be tickled first, then them, and we'd keep switching around. We had a few hours to spare, how delicious! "S" pressed his body against mine, while facing my feet to get in a good tickle. I made sure to pumice, polish and lotion up my soles beforehand to enhance sensitivity. While "S" tickled away, I discovered my tootsies are not all that ticklish, yet my toes are an exception. "S" dug into them with vigor, scratching and wiggling fingers between them. I really enjoyed all that toe attention. "S" could tell how much by my heavy pleasure-filled giggling and squirming. I buried by face into pillow to ensure the neighbors would not know what was transpiring.
After tickling my feet for some time, "S" decided to switch it up and try tickling my sides and feet at the same time. They discovered by underarms are quite ticklish. It was difficult to keep my arms raised to allow for more torturous strokes. "S" enjoyed every second of my squirming, giggling and occasionally swearing. Our safe word was blue, and I only had to say it once -- when "S" found my MOST sensitive spot, my thighs.
When "S" began to scratch the backs and inside of my thighs, I knew I would become a sweaty, giggling, incoherent girly mess. I desperately attempted to break away and escape their earnest finger tickling but it was no use. "S" had me in their grasp; I was helpless. The tickling was practically unbearable. I began to sweat and pant in response, feeling his delicate fingers scampering all over my upper legs and knees. It was absolute torture, folks! I tried to close my legs shut, to limit how much "S" could get their hands on. Having my legs closed and rubbing up against each other, while squirming to avoid their tickles produced a different, more intimate sensation I hadn't anticipated. I was a little afraid of what that could lead to...
Being that I don't have too much time left to write this lovely story I will cut to the chase and talk about the experience of me tickling "S."
"S" is a VERY ticklish person, which only worked in my favor. It was an absolute pleasure to explore their neck, underarms, tummy, back, sides, legs, knees, and feet. While scrambling my small, dexterous fingers all over their body, "S" was practically incoherent. They became sweaty and out of breath while thrashing about. I tried to show "S" no mercy. Attacking all their sensitive spots, alternating between slow, torturous strokes and pokes to full on, five-finger and sometimes ten finger tickling. I found a very delicate spot, an erogenous zone on their foot. It is located along the outside arch. A delicate stroke and tickle also produced a response I had not anticipated. While at first the moment was awkward, but I realized I can only be flattered by this unintentional discovery.
"S" and I truly enjoyed tickling and teasing each other senseless. I hope many other tickle enthusiasts will have as good a time with their partners as we have. It was quite a memorable experience. I hope our next session will include tickle tools. Though if I must endure paintbrush and/or feather strokes along my thighs...
Hope you enjoyed my story everyone! =)
