oneinamillion
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I had my annual physical today with a new PCP. It was par for the course, as physicals normally are, up until I lied back on the bed thingy and she started squeezing my legs. She made it to my ankles, where she pulled off my socks and felt in a couple different places. It was when she went to put my socks back on that I got a quick couple of tickles. Her nails scratched the sole of my right foot. I laughed and squirmed:
"Ticklish?" she asked.
"Yes. I'm very ticklish. My feet are the worst!"
(chuckles) "Oh! Sorry!" she pulls the other sock over my left foot, resulting in more tickles. I laugh and squirm again, a bit louder this time, for affect, of course, hoping to provoke more tickles.
"Sorry! I don't want to irritate you."
"It doesn't irritate me, don't worry."
Then we were done before I could try any other verbal tactics. I love annual physicals.






"Ticklish?" she asked.
"Yes. I'm very ticklish. My feet are the worst!"
(chuckles) "Oh! Sorry!" she pulls the other sock over my left foot, resulting in more tickles. I laugh and squirm again, a bit louder this time, for affect, of course, hoping to provoke more tickles.
"Sorry! I don't want to irritate you."
"It doesn't irritate me, don't worry."
Then we were done before I could try any other verbal tactics. I love annual physicals.






