bookworm289
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Today was quite an interesting day...I will call the TMF member I met up with "C." So, "C" and I met up at around 2pm. We spent about an hour chatting about ticking which finally led to some harmless poking. He asked me if I'd like to see how long I could stand being tickled, to which I shyly replied, "Maybe..." I had quite a smirk on my face. While I was trying to not appear too eager to be tickled senseless, he could see right through me.
First, "C" gently grabbed ahold of my left foot. I was wearing blue polka dotted socks which unfortunately were not sheer enough. While tickling my soles with them on, I barely cracked a smile. I started to worry that because I hadn't been tickled in a while, I was no longer ticklish (if that's even possible!). Anyway, he tried tickling both my socked feet and did not achieve substantial laughter from me. He then removed my socks. *Side note: I polished my toes this morning (a rich blue) and lathered them with baby lotion. They looked soft but I could feel they were slightly damp; it was my first official tickle session so I was pretty anxious. He started to tickle my bare feet gently. If anything it felt good; I started to relax. He stroked his fingers up and down my arches and dug in but I still didn't laugh. However, he tried the tops of my feet which got great results. I immediately tried to pull my feet away and began to smile and giggle. He dragged his fingers over the tops of my feet for a few minutes and then under my toes.
Oh the fun was just beginning...
After tickling my feet for a bit, he dug his fingers into my sides and underarms. I couldn't help but giggle and squirm. I wanted to retaliate. After visiting the restroom (tickling makes me have to pee), I came back to see "C" lying on my bed on his stomach. I knew it was time to tickle! I first attacked his sides, tummy and back. He was a fit of giggles! I started to think he was more ticklish than I am. Tickling his feet was great. I alternated between scribbling my fingers all over his arches and toes to dragging circles on his heels, and stroking the tops of his feet. I could tell he was enjoying all this torture. His body was warm and slightly sweaty. His feet really responded to my touch. After some intense finger tickling action I decided to experiment with a fine tooth comb and an old toothbrush. It worked wonders! During this torture session he laughed almost as hard as when I stroked and prodded his bare sides and tummy.
After tickling "C" for a good 20 minutes, he decided to return the favor. He requested for me to lie on my stomach and see how long I could take his tickle torture. I decided on "Blue" as my safe word, in case I needed a break, injured something or if the tickling began to hurt. He had a little trouble finding my sensitive spots at first, but had none whatsoever once he attacked my bare tummy.
While my tummy and sides are extremely sensitive to the touch, I did not scream, yelp or shriek. I only giggled and thrashed about to avoid his skillful fingers. He also found that my neck, underarms, knees and lower back are ticklish. "C" tortured me for nearly a half hour and I didn't say "Blue" once, but I distinctly recall saying "Oh, my god" at least once.
After the session he took my bare feet in his lap and gently stroked and massaged them. It was a great ending to the afternoon. He even managed to sneak in a few ticklish strokes.
I eagerly await our next tickle session, hopefully in just a few days!
Hope you all enjoyed my first story!!!
First, "C" gently grabbed ahold of my left foot. I was wearing blue polka dotted socks which unfortunately were not sheer enough. While tickling my soles with them on, I barely cracked a smile. I started to worry that because I hadn't been tickled in a while, I was no longer ticklish (if that's even possible!). Anyway, he tried tickling both my socked feet and did not achieve substantial laughter from me. He then removed my socks. *Side note: I polished my toes this morning (a rich blue) and lathered them with baby lotion. They looked soft but I could feel they were slightly damp; it was my first official tickle session so I was pretty anxious. He started to tickle my bare feet gently. If anything it felt good; I started to relax. He stroked his fingers up and down my arches and dug in but I still didn't laugh. However, he tried the tops of my feet which got great results. I immediately tried to pull my feet away and began to smile and giggle. He dragged his fingers over the tops of my feet for a few minutes and then under my toes.
Oh the fun was just beginning...
After tickling my feet for a bit, he dug his fingers into my sides and underarms. I couldn't help but giggle and squirm. I wanted to retaliate. After visiting the restroom (tickling makes me have to pee), I came back to see "C" lying on my bed on his stomach. I knew it was time to tickle! I first attacked his sides, tummy and back. He was a fit of giggles! I started to think he was more ticklish than I am. Tickling his feet was great. I alternated between scribbling my fingers all over his arches and toes to dragging circles on his heels, and stroking the tops of his feet. I could tell he was enjoying all this torture. His body was warm and slightly sweaty. His feet really responded to my touch. After some intense finger tickling action I decided to experiment with a fine tooth comb and an old toothbrush. It worked wonders! During this torture session he laughed almost as hard as when I stroked and prodded his bare sides and tummy.
After tickling "C" for a good 20 minutes, he decided to return the favor. He requested for me to lie on my stomach and see how long I could take his tickle torture. I decided on "Blue" as my safe word, in case I needed a break, injured something or if the tickling began to hurt. He had a little trouble finding my sensitive spots at first, but had none whatsoever once he attacked my bare tummy.
While my tummy and sides are extremely sensitive to the touch, I did not scream, yelp or shriek. I only giggled and thrashed about to avoid his skillful fingers. He also found that my neck, underarms, knees and lower back are ticklish. "C" tortured me for nearly a half hour and I didn't say "Blue" once, but I distinctly recall saying "Oh, my god" at least once.
After the session he took my bare feet in his lap and gently stroked and massaged them. It was a great ending to the afternoon. He even managed to sneak in a few ticklish strokes.
I eagerly await our next tickle session, hopefully in just a few days!
Hope you all enjoyed my first story!!!
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