prankstersnlove
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I found that I really like reading about the first times people on here have tickled or have been tickled by their significant others. I’ve been feeling like I haven’t seen any stories like that recently and figured why don’t I correct that by posting about the first time I’ve tickled my wife and see if I can get some others to share as well.
My wife and I have been together over 16 years now. We started dating in our late teens, me 19 her 18. This story begins before we started officially dating, back when we were both 18. I had already known for a while that my wife was into me. I’d like to say I was playing it cool and that’s why I hadn’t asked her out yet but the real reason was that I was a little chicken shit. However, we were texting back and forth getting to know each other better, we were already friends from college and have spent significant time hanging out, and I told her I couldn’t date a woman who wasn’t ticklish. Without flat out telling her I had this fetish I opened the door for her to see what she would be getting herself into. She responded that she thinks she’s ticklish, she hadn’t really been tickled much herself growing up or by her friends but she told me that tomorrow that she’d wait for me in the cafeteria and that I could tickle her feet. I was excited and couldn’t wait for the next morning.
At lunch I saw her sitting in one of the sofas outside the cafe wearing flip flops on her size six feet. She looked so pretty with her medium length brown hair and piercing blue eyes looking shyly and nervously at me. I knew I had her permission but my arms felt like lead. Never have I felt like tickling had such significance as she placed her right foot in my lap and I removed the flip flop. As my finger stroked the sole of her foot her foot recoiled her eyes opened just a bit wider and a smile pulled at the edges of her lips. She was in fact ticklish. I got a couple giggles out of her and tried the second foot with equal results. I knew this was the best I could do considering we were sitting in the middle of the lounge before entering the cafeteria and I wasn’t feeling like being outed in front of the whole college. A week later my wife and I had our first official date. I’ve been keeping her laughing ever since.
Thank you for reading this anlmost two decade old story and I hope to read similar stories from you folks.
Wishing you all good health and lots of laughter,
J
My wife and I have been together over 16 years now. We started dating in our late teens, me 19 her 18. This story begins before we started officially dating, back when we were both 18. I had already known for a while that my wife was into me. I’d like to say I was playing it cool and that’s why I hadn’t asked her out yet but the real reason was that I was a little chicken shit. However, we were texting back and forth getting to know each other better, we were already friends from college and have spent significant time hanging out, and I told her I couldn’t date a woman who wasn’t ticklish. Without flat out telling her I had this fetish I opened the door for her to see what she would be getting herself into. She responded that she thinks she’s ticklish, she hadn’t really been tickled much herself growing up or by her friends but she told me that tomorrow that she’d wait for me in the cafeteria and that I could tickle her feet. I was excited and couldn’t wait for the next morning.
At lunch I saw her sitting in one of the sofas outside the cafe wearing flip flops on her size six feet. She looked so pretty with her medium length brown hair and piercing blue eyes looking shyly and nervously at me. I knew I had her permission but my arms felt like lead. Never have I felt like tickling had such significance as she placed her right foot in my lap and I removed the flip flop. As my finger stroked the sole of her foot her foot recoiled her eyes opened just a bit wider and a smile pulled at the edges of her lips. She was in fact ticklish. I got a couple giggles out of her and tried the second foot with equal results. I knew this was the best I could do considering we were sitting in the middle of the lounge before entering the cafeteria and I wasn’t feeling like being outed in front of the whole college. A week later my wife and I had our first official date. I’ve been keeping her laughing ever since.
Thank you for reading this anlmost two decade old story and I hope to read similar stories from you folks.
Wishing you all good health and lots of laughter,
J
