So it's been a while... lol. I've been busy a lot lately with college and all. My boyfriend and I have gotten some time to tickle each other, but it's not much. Today, however, we went to the park, and he actually let me tickle his feet. He let me do this once before, but there wasn't much result from that one. Today was pretty cool.
It took a bit of time for him to give into it, but he finally let me pull off one of his shoes. I softly stroked the sole of his cotton sock, giving him winces and small breathy laughs. I asked him if it felt good, and he said yes. I stroked slowly over in circles with my nails, up and down, and across the arches (his most ticklish place, I think). The firmer I press though, the more he jerks. I ask him how it feels, and he still says it feels good.
After a while with the sock on, you know it gets kinda boring, so at one point his face was stoic. I tickled his foot softly and nothing happens. Then I grab his toes and scratch at the arches. In about 5 seconds, the stoic face breaks to a big grin and laughter and pulls away. We kinda made a game out of it. I did it again, and it took even less time for him to fight with me.
Later on, I got his other shoe off, and lightly tickled it with him jerking more with the new sensation. He doesn't laugh much, but you can tell in his face when it gets him. The smile, jerk, and soft laughter. He's not loud, probably to keep his cool or not to attract attention. It's disappointing, but I deal with it. He just watches at one point, my hands reaching for his feet. I freeze, and his foot jerks a moment later. I laugh, and I see him smile. "I didn't even do anything. It's all in your head." He says, "Yeah, that's the thing.. I know it's not there, but I can still feel it." I wiggle my fingers in front of his feet and he jerks at the motions.
We're sitting at a table and bench at the park, so after a bit, he decides to lay face down on the table, and his feet are now facing downward right in my face. Bingo.
I strip off both his socks. He protests, but finds he doesn't have the energy to fight (not from the previous tickling, but because of sleepiness). I have my hand sanitizer, and rub his feet with it. He complains that a reason why he doesn't like me touching his feet is because of his horrible foot odor. But on my last foot tickling encounter with him, I figured hand sanitizer would be a good way to go. It keeps them clean to touch, and kills the smell.
His size 13 feet are big, but smooth and soft; more visually appealing at the bottoms than with the hair on the tops. It doesn't bother me, though. He grunts his protest at me, but he knows to trust me. Well, sometimes. I start with scraping away the excess cotton from his socks stuck on the soles of his feet. He jerks and pulls away, and I laugh. "Sorry, you have fuzz." And he puts them back down for me to clean, only to scratch more off with my nails and jumps again.
I took a mascara brush (something I always wanted to try for tickling) and stick it between his toes, twisting and scrubbing. He looks up. "What is that??" He looks down at me and I show him the brush. I ask him how it feels. "It feels weird." I ask, "does it tickle?" "A little bit," he responds. No good. I put the brush down and scrub some hand sanitizer in it to clean it off. Then I go back to tickling the bottoms of his feet softly. I test him sometimes by tickling faster, but the most he does is jerk fast and pull away. And then grunt.
I kneel on the bench now, facing the backs of his legs. I only know one place that makes him laugh the most. I gently press my elbow into the back of his thigh and circle it there. He jumps, and I feel his muscles tense under me. "NO!! gahaha, stop! That hurts!" I frown. and squeeze both thighs with my fingers and he giggles "Nohohoho!" I laugh at his effort to cover his legs. He lifts his legs to kick me, but his feet are facing up, so I grab the back of his thigh, and tickle his foot, and it just goes back and forth. He glares at me. "I got you to laugh," I said. He pouts. Then I ask him, "Which tickles more?" tickling his the back of his thigh and then his feet. He says, "I don't know."
It takes a while of convincing for him to go back to his regular position so I could just tickle his feet. Later on, I tell him, "I really want to see you go nuts." There's a pause. "Why?" I think about it, "I dunno, I think it's funny." He sits up now, and I take his foot in my hand. "Okay, you ready?" He gives me a nervous smile, "why?" "Just because," I say, "do you trust me?" He hesitates. I wiggle my fingers inches away from his foot, and he cringes. "Are you ready?" I ask. "No." I fight to find a better position in which I can lock his foot in place. Not much use. I suddenly scribble my fingers over his foot, and he kicks and kicks. His nose wrinkles up, and his mouth falls open, but all I hear is the same soft laughter. Although, this time, it's agitated. There's more panic in it now, and I sense it. My arm starts hurting, and it gets pinched between his leg and the bench, and we stop.
I pull his leg still. "I need a different tactic." He says, "I'm afraid you'll fly off the bench." We try one more time. Well, I try one more time. His giggles automatically are held back, and he fights me. "NO NO NO NO!" and he plants his feet on the bench. I tell him "I think it's cute!" And he whines, "I know, but I don't like it!"
It goes on with the soft tickles and his giggling every once in a while, but that's basically it. 🙂 I know this was long, but I hope y'all enjoyed it.
It took a bit of time for him to give into it, but he finally let me pull off one of his shoes. I softly stroked the sole of his cotton sock, giving him winces and small breathy laughs. I asked him if it felt good, and he said yes. I stroked slowly over in circles with my nails, up and down, and across the arches (his most ticklish place, I think). The firmer I press though, the more he jerks. I ask him how it feels, and he still says it feels good.
After a while with the sock on, you know it gets kinda boring, so at one point his face was stoic. I tickled his foot softly and nothing happens. Then I grab his toes and scratch at the arches. In about 5 seconds, the stoic face breaks to a big grin and laughter and pulls away. We kinda made a game out of it. I did it again, and it took even less time for him to fight with me.
Later on, I got his other shoe off, and lightly tickled it with him jerking more with the new sensation. He doesn't laugh much, but you can tell in his face when it gets him. The smile, jerk, and soft laughter. He's not loud, probably to keep his cool or not to attract attention. It's disappointing, but I deal with it. He just watches at one point, my hands reaching for his feet. I freeze, and his foot jerks a moment later. I laugh, and I see him smile. "I didn't even do anything. It's all in your head." He says, "Yeah, that's the thing.. I know it's not there, but I can still feel it." I wiggle my fingers in front of his feet and he jerks at the motions.
We're sitting at a table and bench at the park, so after a bit, he decides to lay face down on the table, and his feet are now facing downward right in my face. Bingo.
I strip off both his socks. He protests, but finds he doesn't have the energy to fight (not from the previous tickling, but because of sleepiness). I have my hand sanitizer, and rub his feet with it. He complains that a reason why he doesn't like me touching his feet is because of his horrible foot odor. But on my last foot tickling encounter with him, I figured hand sanitizer would be a good way to go. It keeps them clean to touch, and kills the smell.
His size 13 feet are big, but smooth and soft; more visually appealing at the bottoms than with the hair on the tops. It doesn't bother me, though. He grunts his protest at me, but he knows to trust me. Well, sometimes. I start with scraping away the excess cotton from his socks stuck on the soles of his feet. He jerks and pulls away, and I laugh. "Sorry, you have fuzz." And he puts them back down for me to clean, only to scratch more off with my nails and jumps again.
I took a mascara brush (something I always wanted to try for tickling) and stick it between his toes, twisting and scrubbing. He looks up. "What is that??" He looks down at me and I show him the brush. I ask him how it feels. "It feels weird." I ask, "does it tickle?" "A little bit," he responds. No good. I put the brush down and scrub some hand sanitizer in it to clean it off. Then I go back to tickling the bottoms of his feet softly. I test him sometimes by tickling faster, but the most he does is jerk fast and pull away. And then grunt.
I kneel on the bench now, facing the backs of his legs. I only know one place that makes him laugh the most. I gently press my elbow into the back of his thigh and circle it there. He jumps, and I feel his muscles tense under me. "NO!! gahaha, stop! That hurts!" I frown. and squeeze both thighs with my fingers and he giggles "Nohohoho!" I laugh at his effort to cover his legs. He lifts his legs to kick me, but his feet are facing up, so I grab the back of his thigh, and tickle his foot, and it just goes back and forth. He glares at me. "I got you to laugh," I said. He pouts. Then I ask him, "Which tickles more?" tickling his the back of his thigh and then his feet. He says, "I don't know."
It takes a while of convincing for him to go back to his regular position so I could just tickle his feet. Later on, I tell him, "I really want to see you go nuts." There's a pause. "Why?" I think about it, "I dunno, I think it's funny." He sits up now, and I take his foot in my hand. "Okay, you ready?" He gives me a nervous smile, "why?" "Just because," I say, "do you trust me?" He hesitates. I wiggle my fingers inches away from his foot, and he cringes. "Are you ready?" I ask. "No." I fight to find a better position in which I can lock his foot in place. Not much use. I suddenly scribble my fingers over his foot, and he kicks and kicks. His nose wrinkles up, and his mouth falls open, but all I hear is the same soft laughter. Although, this time, it's agitated. There's more panic in it now, and I sense it. My arm starts hurting, and it gets pinched between his leg and the bench, and we stop.
I pull his leg still. "I need a different tactic." He says, "I'm afraid you'll fly off the bench." We try one more time. Well, I try one more time. His giggles automatically are held back, and he fights me. "NO NO NO NO!" and he plants his feet on the bench. I tell him "I think it's cute!" And he whines, "I know, but I don't like it!"
It goes on with the soft tickles and his giggling every once in a while, but that's basically it. 🙂 I know this was long, but I hope y'all enjoyed it.
