Recently I discovered my best friend loves being tickled. For the past months we have tickled each other significantly. Recently, he has agreed to do a "tickle session" with me. He absolutely craved being tickled this week, and he got it.
Today, he came over, and we had a few pokes and giggles here and there. There are points where he lifts his arms up to let me, and tries to hold back laughter and movement for as long as he can, and he is extremely ticklish. Fortunately, also, he's one of those people that tense and lock up when they're being tickled. Sometimes he fights back and it's hilarious and adorable, and his laugh, when not restrained in certain conditions, will boom and shatter a room. He is the first person I know who just absolutely loves it the ways that I do.
Today, I tickled his feet. Usually they're not all that ticklish on his feet, since they're pretty rough and calloused. For the past week, however, he had been rubbing lotion on his feet, and they had gotten a lot softer. I wanted to experiment with this, so at my house, I began to tickle his feet with my nails under his cotton socks. He giggled a little, and I cradled one foot in my lap, peeled off the sock, and rubbed his foot with hand sanitizer.
Then I used my fingernails and stroked lightly at the bottoms of his feet, and explored every bit of surface. He giggled and huffed, keeping his hardest from laughing, but his face said it all. He buried his face in a pillow, and giggled softly into it, tensing his whole body, as my fingers raked faster on his foot. I let him rest for a bit, and took out a small hair brush. "Oh, god, no please.." he whispered. Being the one that was experimenting, I said "I don't know if this works, but in other places it does, so we'll see.." I touched the bristles softly to the soles of his feet and lightly stroked them up to his toes. He flinched. "Oh god." I let the whole brush feel the bottom of his foot, around the arch, and under the toes. His mouth flew wide open, but no sound came out but huffs. He cringed with such force, and giggled bits of escaped laughter into the pillow.
When I did the next foot, it was just as bad. Throughout the evening, I tickled his feet, and he struggled to break into bursts of laughter. He said later on, long after we had finished, that he could still feel the brush as he was walking home. And he loved every minute of it.
Today, he came over, and we had a few pokes and giggles here and there. There are points where he lifts his arms up to let me, and tries to hold back laughter and movement for as long as he can, and he is extremely ticklish. Fortunately, also, he's one of those people that tense and lock up when they're being tickled. Sometimes he fights back and it's hilarious and adorable, and his laugh, when not restrained in certain conditions, will boom and shatter a room. He is the first person I know who just absolutely loves it the ways that I do.
Today, I tickled his feet. Usually they're not all that ticklish on his feet, since they're pretty rough and calloused. For the past week, however, he had been rubbing lotion on his feet, and they had gotten a lot softer. I wanted to experiment with this, so at my house, I began to tickle his feet with my nails under his cotton socks. He giggled a little, and I cradled one foot in my lap, peeled off the sock, and rubbed his foot with hand sanitizer.
Then I used my fingernails and stroked lightly at the bottoms of his feet, and explored every bit of surface. He giggled and huffed, keeping his hardest from laughing, but his face said it all. He buried his face in a pillow, and giggled softly into it, tensing his whole body, as my fingers raked faster on his foot. I let him rest for a bit, and took out a small hair brush. "Oh, god, no please.." he whispered. Being the one that was experimenting, I said "I don't know if this works, but in other places it does, so we'll see.." I touched the bristles softly to the soles of his feet and lightly stroked them up to his toes. He flinched. "Oh god." I let the whole brush feel the bottom of his foot, around the arch, and under the toes. His mouth flew wide open, but no sound came out but huffs. He cringed with such force, and giggled bits of escaped laughter into the pillow.
When I did the next foot, it was just as bad. Throughout the evening, I tickled his feet, and he struggled to break into bursts of laughter. He said later on, long after we had finished, that he could still feel the brush as he was walking home. And he loved every minute of it.
