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A fairly long time ago I dated this girl, her name was Mary. Mary was petite, and had long blonde hair with just a hint of copper. Not quite enough to make her a redhead, but not far from it either. She would get freckles whenever she was exposed to the sun too long. Her feet were tiny, though I cannot remember the size, and she always wore untied Vans. You could pull off her shoe with the slightest move of a finger. Mary is the kind of girl who likes a playful tickle, and she's ticklish nearly everywhere. It's the light touches that really get her and the longer you manage to remain in contact with her skin while pulling your finger along it, the more it will tickle her. One day Mary and I were sitting on a bench in a relatively quiet, shady little street where couples usually hang out at night since it's fairly private. Right from the start I begin by pulling out a feather and gently caressing her neck, to which she immediately reacts by putting up her shoulders and trying to fend me of with her hands. I quickly deal with her hands by hugging her with my left arm, disabling her right hand, and grabbing her left wrist with my hand. Now she can't make a move and I proceed to gently caress her neck. She giggles and squirms, but to no avail, all she can do is laugh as I gently pull my feather against her neck, ocassionally pulling it across her even more ticklish ear. A few seconds in she's gently asking "Pause, pause!" through her giggles, but is still obviously enjoying it.
I give her the pause, and use the moment to gently kiss her. We cuddle for a brief moment, but my mercy doesn't last long. Next thing I do is grab her right leg between mine and gently slip off her shoe. It comes off easily, one finger was all I needed, one of the reasons I really love Vans. Her foot is slender and long, but the sock is sort of a bother as well. One quick motion of the finger and that is gone as well, revealing her soft sole. Her toes are slender and long, much like her sole. Her second toe slightly protrudes from the rest as it's a bit longer. A sign of royalty, I read somewhere. The slightest touch of her sole makes her shake, however she is clearly going nowhere, firmly in my hold, so I tease her a bit before I pull out my secret weapon. A stylus, one of those thin little black plastic pokers used on pressure-based touchscreens, and in my experience a tickle-torture tool of grand quality. I gently poke her soft heel and she explodes with laughter, pulling at her leg and shaking her foot. Her heel, however, barely budges. She can shake all she wants, the heel is the pivot point and it's not going anywhere. I continue to gently poke and drag, the effects devastating. "It tickles more than the bellybutton" (her most ticklish spot) she says, much to my delight. The upper part of her foot is much less ticklish than the bottom, however running the stylus up and down still tickles like hell. It even tickles her above her ankle, a place she said she never knew was ticklish.
By now I'm horny as hell and I want something really devastating, so I go for the bellybutton. She quickly defends and before I know it we're locked, neither of us able to move our arms. I quickly remembered a story about how her parents tickled her with raspberries and how much it tickled, and decide to go for the kill. The moment my breath touched her bellybutton, she began laughing, louder still as I touched the outside with my lips, and then I blew. First she laughed at the top of her lungs, and then she went silent, her back arched as far as she could. It tickled so much she couldn't even move, completely paralyzed by the sensation. I blew a few raspberries, then stopped to give her some respite, a hug and a kiss. She deserved it.
I give her the pause, and use the moment to gently kiss her. We cuddle for a brief moment, but my mercy doesn't last long. Next thing I do is grab her right leg between mine and gently slip off her shoe. It comes off easily, one finger was all I needed, one of the reasons I really love Vans. Her foot is slender and long, but the sock is sort of a bother as well. One quick motion of the finger and that is gone as well, revealing her soft sole. Her toes are slender and long, much like her sole. Her second toe slightly protrudes from the rest as it's a bit longer. A sign of royalty, I read somewhere. The slightest touch of her sole makes her shake, however she is clearly going nowhere, firmly in my hold, so I tease her a bit before I pull out my secret weapon. A stylus, one of those thin little black plastic pokers used on pressure-based touchscreens, and in my experience a tickle-torture tool of grand quality. I gently poke her soft heel and she explodes with laughter, pulling at her leg and shaking her foot. Her heel, however, barely budges. She can shake all she wants, the heel is the pivot point and it's not going anywhere. I continue to gently poke and drag, the effects devastating. "It tickles more than the bellybutton" (her most ticklish spot) she says, much to my delight. The upper part of her foot is much less ticklish than the bottom, however running the stylus up and down still tickles like hell. It even tickles her above her ankle, a place she said she never knew was ticklish.
By now I'm horny as hell and I want something really devastating, so I go for the bellybutton. She quickly defends and before I know it we're locked, neither of us able to move our arms. I quickly remembered a story about how her parents tickled her with raspberries and how much it tickled, and decide to go for the kill. The moment my breath touched her bellybutton, she began laughing, louder still as I touched the outside with my lips, and then I blew. First she laughed at the top of her lungs, and then she went silent, her back arched as far as she could. It tickled so much she couldn't even move, completely paralyzed by the sensation. I blew a few raspberries, then stopped to give her some respite, a hug and a kiss. She deserved it.
