bobbylight
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Hi all. I've been lurking around here for awhile and I thought I'd contribute an experience I had, give this story writing thing a shot 
So when I was 19 I began dating this girl, let's call her Ann. Ann was 18, slim, about 5'5. She had long, wavy brownish black hair, hazel eyes that some days were more green than brow or brown than green, a pale complexion with a slight smattering of freckles. She wore a size B bra and had the cutest size seven feet, with cute little toes though the kind where the second toe is only slightly longer than the big toe, smooth, soft pale soles with a perfect medium arch. Ann was a very pretty girl, with a very pretty, shy kind of smile garnished with a ring on the left side of her lip. She had a very punk/rock emoish kind of look and she was very ticklish.
So one afternoon we were sitting on my couch watching TV together, cuddling and whatnot, when she slipped off her flats (which she often wore without socks, to my delight 🙂 ) laid back on the couch and put her legs in my lap. Now Ann was well aware of my foot/tickling fetish, she accepted it, but she didn't really like to be tickled, she especially hated it on her feet. I let her go for a little while, but soon I couldn't resist and I traced my finger slowly up her smooth, soft sole, slightly moist from being in her shoes all day. She giggled and gave me a playful look. "So you want to tickle me?" she asked deviously already knowing what my answer would be. "Well, okay" she said "but only for a little while, I don't want to pee myself."
I sat back opposite of her on my couch and took her soles right into my lap. She then took my foot and placed it between her legs. "Here, put pressure on me, you might be able to tickle me longer before I have to pee." she instructed and I gladly obliged. I pressed my foot in between her legs, took her left sole into my hand and began to, slowly at first trace circles around her arch. At once she began giggling and laughing. I ran my fingers up towards the ball of her foot and to the undersides of her toes, which really drove her crazy and then back down to the arch again. the feeling of the smooth, slightly wrinkled skin of her soles along with her laughter was driving me wild and I began to spider tickle her foot. She was in hysterics now and trying to pull her foot away, but I held it firm and scratched away. I pulled her foot closer and began to suck on her toes one at a time as I ran my fingers up and down her arch. This really drove her wild and she struggled to catch her breath between laughs.
I grabbed her right foot next and began to tickle underneath her toes, she was laughing, squirming, and bucking but she didn't pull away. She seemed to be rubbing against my own foot between her legs, getting pleasure from the motion. I used one nail to slowly trace the lines in her sole, something which always made her laugh uncontrollably. She couldn't take it anymore, after that, and she pulled away. At which point we headed into the bedroom.
Ann and I dated for awhile and I tickled her a lot, despite the fact that she hated it. Well I hope you enjoyed the story.
So when I was 19 I began dating this girl, let's call her Ann. Ann was 18, slim, about 5'5. She had long, wavy brownish black hair, hazel eyes that some days were more green than brow or brown than green, a pale complexion with a slight smattering of freckles. She wore a size B bra and had the cutest size seven feet, with cute little toes though the kind where the second toe is only slightly longer than the big toe, smooth, soft pale soles with a perfect medium arch. Ann was a very pretty girl, with a very pretty, shy kind of smile garnished with a ring on the left side of her lip. She had a very punk/rock emoish kind of look and she was very ticklish.
So one afternoon we were sitting on my couch watching TV together, cuddling and whatnot, when she slipped off her flats (which she often wore without socks, to my delight 🙂 ) laid back on the couch and put her legs in my lap. Now Ann was well aware of my foot/tickling fetish, she accepted it, but she didn't really like to be tickled, she especially hated it on her feet. I let her go for a little while, but soon I couldn't resist and I traced my finger slowly up her smooth, soft sole, slightly moist from being in her shoes all day. She giggled and gave me a playful look. "So you want to tickle me?" she asked deviously already knowing what my answer would be. "Well, okay" she said "but only for a little while, I don't want to pee myself."
I sat back opposite of her on my couch and took her soles right into my lap. She then took my foot and placed it between her legs. "Here, put pressure on me, you might be able to tickle me longer before I have to pee." she instructed and I gladly obliged. I pressed my foot in between her legs, took her left sole into my hand and began to, slowly at first trace circles around her arch. At once she began giggling and laughing. I ran my fingers up towards the ball of her foot and to the undersides of her toes, which really drove her crazy and then back down to the arch again. the feeling of the smooth, slightly wrinkled skin of her soles along with her laughter was driving me wild and I began to spider tickle her foot. She was in hysterics now and trying to pull her foot away, but I held it firm and scratched away. I pulled her foot closer and began to suck on her toes one at a time as I ran my fingers up and down her arch. This really drove her wild and she struggled to catch her breath between laughs.
I grabbed her right foot next and began to tickle underneath her toes, she was laughing, squirming, and bucking but she didn't pull away. She seemed to be rubbing against my own foot between her legs, getting pleasure from the motion. I used one nail to slowly trace the lines in her sole, something which always made her laugh uncontrollably. She couldn't take it anymore, after that, and she pulled away. At which point we headed into the bedroom.
Ann and I dated for awhile and I tickled her a lot, despite the fact that she hated it. Well I hope you enjoyed the story.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
