Tickle-ist1
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Over the years, I have been in a myriad of tickling experiences. But it was my junior year when everyone, and I mean everyone, knew that I was a tickler, and they were cool with it, with no questions asked. They simply said, "yeah, he likes to tickle." With that under my belt as well as the reputation that I was "a wierd kid but he's cool," I got away with numerous ticklings; some lasting a few seconds, a few minutes, or even longer. I feel that I should give back to a community that gives so much to the cause, so here is one of maybe a bazillion stories:
My buddy and I went to this girl's house one day to eat lunch during a school. He and I are not really the spending types, so if someone offers their house and to allow us to ransack their fridge, we are there. As he was making a sandwich in the kitchen, I was in the living room with the girl and her friend. Both were players on the tennis team, so both had pretty toned bodies as well as were on the attractive side of life. As her blond, 5' 8', blue-eyes friend slept on the couch, the girl and I sat in some chairs and chatted about who knows what. Now, when I venture pretty much anywhere, I make it a goal to tickle that girl's feet; it has just been something I have done ever since I had the chance to and this was no exception. I saw a red ribbon on the coffee table, snatched it, and told her to stand up and let me tie this ribbon around her ankles. Even though she replied that I was "a really weird kid" she complied, and once I tied them tight, I pushed her 5' 5", brunette, freckled-face self back on her chair, lifted her size seven feet up with one hand and began to tickle her feet. She didn't spaz out or anything related to that, but the smile to giggle to small laughter made it a success. I continued to tickle the bottoms of her feet while pushing up her overall-covered legs with one hand, and to my enjoyment she just sat there a laughed, barely moving her feet ( I think she enjoyed it.) This went on for a few minutes when she said "Hey, go and tickle her!" I turned around to find that her barefoot friend had her feet propped on the arm of the couch. I went over for my attack and just as I was tickling her feet and as she was beginning to laugh, my friend came from the kitchen and said that we had five minutes to get back to class. So I left, hungry, but victorious for I managed to tickle two pairs of feet. It was a damn good day.
One down, a bazillion to go
My buddy and I went to this girl's house one day to eat lunch during a school. He and I are not really the spending types, so if someone offers their house and to allow us to ransack their fridge, we are there. As he was making a sandwich in the kitchen, I was in the living room with the girl and her friend. Both were players on the tennis team, so both had pretty toned bodies as well as were on the attractive side of life. As her blond, 5' 8', blue-eyes friend slept on the couch, the girl and I sat in some chairs and chatted about who knows what. Now, when I venture pretty much anywhere, I make it a goal to tickle that girl's feet; it has just been something I have done ever since I had the chance to and this was no exception. I saw a red ribbon on the coffee table, snatched it, and told her to stand up and let me tie this ribbon around her ankles. Even though she replied that I was "a really weird kid" she complied, and once I tied them tight, I pushed her 5' 5", brunette, freckled-face self back on her chair, lifted her size seven feet up with one hand and began to tickle her feet. She didn't spaz out or anything related to that, but the smile to giggle to small laughter made it a success. I continued to tickle the bottoms of her feet while pushing up her overall-covered legs with one hand, and to my enjoyment she just sat there a laughed, barely moving her feet ( I think she enjoyed it.) This went on for a few minutes when she said "Hey, go and tickle her!" I turned around to find that her barefoot friend had her feet propped on the arm of the couch. I went over for my attack and just as I was tickling her feet and as she was beginning to laugh, my friend came from the kitchen and said that we had five minutes to get back to class. So I left, hungry, but victorious for I managed to tickle two pairs of feet. It was a damn good day.
One down, a bazillion to go
