As an intro, when I first started dating my soon to be wife there was always the unknown question “is she ticklish and how would she react to being tickled”?
I found out one evening when the two of us and a friend were sitting in my room drinking beer. At one point she stretched out her legs and placed her feet in my lap. She was wearing a pair of heavy wool socks since it was still rather cool outside in Germany this time of year.
I figured that this was as good a time as any and started stroking the sole of her foot . There was no reaction. I was disappointed to say the least but asked; “So not ticklish are you?” To my surprise she said ; “I am. The socks must be protecting me.”
With that I grabbed her ankle and started to remove her sock and she fought to get away. I got the sock off and started to stroke the sole of her foot. She twisted and turned trying to get free while grunting. I obviously was having an effect on her so I stopped.
Didn’t want the barracks guard to hear her in my room as it was after hours. She sat there trying to catch her breath as I replaced the sock on her foot. Once she caught her breath she said; “Good thing you stopped. Another few seconds and I would have been screaming for mercy.”
Oh it was on from then on. She wasn’t fond of being tickled though so I only got to tickler her in rare times. Here are 3 of those times.
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Back in the USA she was laying across the bed talking to her brother on the phone. She had nylons on her feet which hung off the side of the bed. While the conversation ran on and on I had an idea. I sat down on her calves and started to lightly stroke the sole of her feet, first one then the other. Her toes pointed down kept trying to protect the foot being tickled and I would switch feet.
Every now and then she would let out a giggle and had to keep asking what her brother what he had just said. Her brother asked if she was OK and she giggled again and said; “Yes, it’s just hard to concentrate because Sherm keeps tickling my feet.” Then instead of the light tickling I really let her have it and she screamed and laughed and begged for me to stop.
I kept tickling for about 30 seconds before stopping.
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In the backyard one day she was fixing a large box up as a house for the kids. She was laying on her back inside the box cutting out a window, her feet sticking out the end of the box. The dog was going nuts trying to figure out this box thing and I got an idea.
I knelt down near her feet on the box preventing her from pulling her feet away. I got the dogs attention and he came over to me where I poured a little bit of beer on her feet. She shrieked when the cold beer hit her feet but it got worse when the dog started to lick up the beer.
He got her toes and the sole of her feet while she screamed bloody murder begging for help in-between her laughter. The dog tired of the sport rather quickly and moved off.
She said; “Damn you. Not at all fair.” So I responded that I could have done this instead and started scratching her foot with 4 fingers causing her to scream and laugh. The dog however was acting upset and started barking and snapping at the box. We both thought it was strange because as soon as I stopped so did the dog.
I started to tickle her again and with her screaming laughter came the dogs barking and snapping. This was too much fun so I started to tickle for about 10 seconds and then stop only to start up again. We both thought this was funnier than all git out. Until she figured out that she was getting the heck tickled out of her.
She started to beg for it to stop but I kept it up for another 5 minutes or so.
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Early one morning I was just waking up after a swing shift, the ex-wife was still sleeping next to me. I was feeling a bit frisky and our little girl was still asleep, so I started to make a move on the wife.
She wasn’t being very receptive and after several minutes of trying she complained. I was getting annoyed since we hadn’t had sex in over a week because of work schedule mostly. So I started to squeeze her sides around her belly. It was not a really ticklish spot for her but enough so that it was annoying.
Now came the pushing away on her part and her complaints of me tickling her. I moved to her thigh’s and above her knees which were much more ticklish than her side she started kicking at me trying to get me away.
I managed to grab her feet and half laid across her legs. She was almost in a panic; “Oh God. No please, please don’t tickle my feet.” I started to lightly play with her toes, not really tickling her but making her uneasy.
“You know how to get me not to,” I said. “NEVER” she replied with confidence . And away we went. Starting with a light tickling and then mixing in a much harder tickle. She flipped and flopped around the bed as well as she could with me on her legs.
After 3 minutes or so I gave her a break and as she caught her breath I asked if she was ready to surrender yet? When she said no, I returned to tickling her feet. She was really having a hard time holding out and after almost 20 minutes of this repeating pattern she finally gave in.
Less than a year later we had another baby girl. So you don’t think of this in the wrong way, we played this game a number of times. The end result, (the kid, not the tickle), is the reason I included this in my favorites.
I hope you enjoyed these short tales.
I found out one evening when the two of us and a friend were sitting in my room drinking beer. At one point she stretched out her legs and placed her feet in my lap. She was wearing a pair of heavy wool socks since it was still rather cool outside in Germany this time of year.
I figured that this was as good a time as any and started stroking the sole of her foot . There was no reaction. I was disappointed to say the least but asked; “So not ticklish are you?” To my surprise she said ; “I am. The socks must be protecting me.”
With that I grabbed her ankle and started to remove her sock and she fought to get away. I got the sock off and started to stroke the sole of her foot. She twisted and turned trying to get free while grunting. I obviously was having an effect on her so I stopped.
Didn’t want the barracks guard to hear her in my room as it was after hours. She sat there trying to catch her breath as I replaced the sock on her foot. Once she caught her breath she said; “Good thing you stopped. Another few seconds and I would have been screaming for mercy.”
Oh it was on from then on. She wasn’t fond of being tickled though so I only got to tickler her in rare times. Here are 3 of those times.
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Back in the USA she was laying across the bed talking to her brother on the phone. She had nylons on her feet which hung off the side of the bed. While the conversation ran on and on I had an idea. I sat down on her calves and started to lightly stroke the sole of her feet, first one then the other. Her toes pointed down kept trying to protect the foot being tickled and I would switch feet.
Every now and then she would let out a giggle and had to keep asking what her brother what he had just said. Her brother asked if she was OK and she giggled again and said; “Yes, it’s just hard to concentrate because Sherm keeps tickling my feet.” Then instead of the light tickling I really let her have it and she screamed and laughed and begged for me to stop.
I kept tickling for about 30 seconds before stopping.
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In the backyard one day she was fixing a large box up as a house for the kids. She was laying on her back inside the box cutting out a window, her feet sticking out the end of the box. The dog was going nuts trying to figure out this box thing and I got an idea.
I knelt down near her feet on the box preventing her from pulling her feet away. I got the dogs attention and he came over to me where I poured a little bit of beer on her feet. She shrieked when the cold beer hit her feet but it got worse when the dog started to lick up the beer.
He got her toes and the sole of her feet while she screamed bloody murder begging for help in-between her laughter. The dog tired of the sport rather quickly and moved off.
She said; “Damn you. Not at all fair.” So I responded that I could have done this instead and started scratching her foot with 4 fingers causing her to scream and laugh. The dog however was acting upset and started barking and snapping at the box. We both thought it was strange because as soon as I stopped so did the dog.
I started to tickle her again and with her screaming laughter came the dogs barking and snapping. This was too much fun so I started to tickle for about 10 seconds and then stop only to start up again. We both thought this was funnier than all git out. Until she figured out that she was getting the heck tickled out of her.
She started to beg for it to stop but I kept it up for another 5 minutes or so.
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Early one morning I was just waking up after a swing shift, the ex-wife was still sleeping next to me. I was feeling a bit frisky and our little girl was still asleep, so I started to make a move on the wife.
She wasn’t being very receptive and after several minutes of trying she complained. I was getting annoyed since we hadn’t had sex in over a week because of work schedule mostly. So I started to squeeze her sides around her belly. It was not a really ticklish spot for her but enough so that it was annoying.
Now came the pushing away on her part and her complaints of me tickling her. I moved to her thigh’s and above her knees which were much more ticklish than her side she started kicking at me trying to get me away.
I managed to grab her feet and half laid across her legs. She was almost in a panic; “Oh God. No please, please don’t tickle my feet.” I started to lightly play with her toes, not really tickling her but making her uneasy.
“You know how to get me not to,” I said. “NEVER” she replied with confidence . And away we went. Starting with a light tickling and then mixing in a much harder tickle. She flipped and flopped around the bed as well as she could with me on her legs.
After 3 minutes or so I gave her a break and as she caught her breath I asked if she was ready to surrender yet? When she said no, I returned to tickling her feet. She was really having a hard time holding out and after almost 20 minutes of this repeating pattern she finally gave in.
Less than a year later we had another baby girl. So you don’t think of this in the wrong way, we played this game a number of times. The end result, (the kid, not the tickle), is the reason I included this in my favorites.
I hope you enjoyed these short tales.
