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Another One That Got Away
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Hey, I don't blame you.
I'd think it was kinda hard to "get your freak on" when your date is making dispariging remarks.
Being a nylon-foot guy, I'd love to have had a shot at them piggies. After a minute or two she won't need to ask what I'm getting out of it. It'll become pretty damn obvious.
I'd think it was kinda hard to "get your freak on" when your date is making dispariging remarks.
Being a nylon-foot guy, I'd love to have had a shot at them piggies. After a minute or two she won't need to ask what I'm getting out of it. It'll become pretty damn obvious.
milagros317
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Rats, another missed opportunity. I can relate to your reluctance to proceed since she was mocking you.
Truth be told...
The majority of us were in the closet for a very long time before we realized that we were'nt alone and that there were other ticklephiles out there who shared the same wishes and secret desires. Our first attempts at trying to share this part of who we are were thwarted like an annoying fly at a cookout, which sent us into instant remission. We were made to feel as though we were so far out into left field that there was no need to even suit up for the game. Every now and then, even with finally coming to terms with who and what we are, those old feelings of embarrasment attempt to rear its ugly head. To this day, there are times when explaining to someone new the extent of which tickling plays a part in my life, I become a little tongue tied or shy. I'm still kicking myself in the butt over an experience that I know I should have had. Last summer ('06) I was at Great Adventure in N.J. and it was a wonderfully hot day. So it was perfect for hanging out in the water park section and watching all of the great feet go by. I got on the ride where you get in this big inner tube and just float through man-made water falls and casually bump into other riders in their tubes. Some tubes are singles and other are doubles. There was this girl, she appeared to be of West Indian descent. Beautiful in every sense of the word and had the most gorgeous tender soft looking soles. I immediately zeroed in on her feet like an eagle out for its evening dinner. She was in a double inner tube with who I assumed to be a family member. She was actually with about 5 - 6 people but they had become separated while floating around the maze of curves and turns. I made sure that my inner tube kept up with hers. We finally made eye contact and she smiled at me in a way that said "hello". We continued floating and bumping into each other and laughing and then...there they were...Her GORGEOUS feet right next to my hand and I FROZE!!! I wanted to give her a little tickle so bad I could taste it but every muscle just froze! By this time we were starting to kinda flirt a little and sprinkle water at each other and here came her feet again. I was in perfect position and they were so gorgeous. I knew she would have just laughed and tried to playfully keep me from tickling her but I froze a 2nd & 3rd time and then the ride was over. We got off the ride and as she met up with her friends she looked back at me and smiled and waved. I felt as though I had just missed the winning shot in a championship game. These things happen. Jeez...just writing about it messed me up all over again. We live and we learn dude.
The majority of us were in the closet for a very long time before we realized that we were'nt alone and that there were other ticklephiles out there who shared the same wishes and secret desires. Our first attempts at trying to share this part of who we are were thwarted like an annoying fly at a cookout, which sent us into instant remission. We were made to feel as though we were so far out into left field that there was no need to even suit up for the game. Every now and then, even with finally coming to terms with who and what we are, those old feelings of embarrasment attempt to rear its ugly head. To this day, there are times when explaining to someone new the extent of which tickling plays a part in my life, I become a little tongue tied or shy. I'm still kicking myself in the butt over an experience that I know I should have had. Last summer ('06) I was at Great Adventure in N.J. and it was a wonderfully hot day. So it was perfect for hanging out in the water park section and watching all of the great feet go by. I got on the ride where you get in this big inner tube and just float through man-made water falls and casually bump into other riders in their tubes. Some tubes are singles and other are doubles. There was this girl, she appeared to be of West Indian descent. Beautiful in every sense of the word and had the most gorgeous tender soft looking soles. I immediately zeroed in on her feet like an eagle out for its evening dinner. She was in a double inner tube with who I assumed to be a family member. She was actually with about 5 - 6 people but they had become separated while floating around the maze of curves and turns. I made sure that my inner tube kept up with hers. We finally made eye contact and she smiled at me in a way that said "hello". We continued floating and bumping into each other and laughing and then...there they were...Her GORGEOUS feet right next to my hand and I FROZE!!! I wanted to give her a little tickle so bad I could taste it but every muscle just froze! By this time we were starting to kinda flirt a little and sprinkle water at each other and here came her feet again. I was in perfect position and they were so gorgeous. I knew she would have just laughed and tried to playfully keep me from tickling her but I froze a 2nd & 3rd time and then the ride was over. We got off the ride and as she met up with her friends she looked back at me and smiled and waved. I felt as though I had just missed the winning shot in a championship game. These things happen. Jeez...just writing about it messed me up all over again. We live and we learn dude.
