2Ticklish!
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I grew up with this girl in the church, I will call her S. Well, S was a beautiful blonde with perfect feet and she always wore pink/red nail polish and sandals in the summertime. I grew up thinking I’d never have a chance with her. Luckily for me, she started working where I worked just after high school.
I invited S over to my parent’s house to hang out one night, she agreed. While in my room I didn’t hesitate to grab her feet and wrap her ankles up with my karate belt. I tickled her soft and beautiful feet for quite some time. She screamed and then let this amazing laughter. It was probably 5-10 minutes of me tickle torturing her feet before I asked her if I could kiss her. Which she agreed. We started dating right after that.
Moving forward, S and I were both living at her parents house for awhile. They had a pool, trampoline, and it was always summer vibes. S was always tan and had a great body to go with her blonde hair. Kind of reminded me of Cameron Diaz, but arguably cuter. One day when it was just her and I sitting in her living room, I took the opportunity to tickle her since no one else was home. I pounced on her and wrapped her up in a blanket, only leaving her head and feet sticking out. I couldn’t resist her super ticklish feet, and she was at my mercy for at least ten minutes.
S eventually bought bondage rope for us to put on her bed and then she started to tie ME up for tickle torture. I’m seriously ticklish and always have been, I certainly had never been tied up. Our tickle play turned into me being tickle tortured on what seemed to be a weekly basis. S’s father worked thirds too, so it was easy for us to do this without disturbing the peace.
Little did I know, S had a few tricks up her sleeve. She first introduced a toothbrush, which was incredibly ticklish (and she wouldn’t let me use it on her). One night, S told me I had really cute feet for a guy (which I actually had heard before). S made it a habit to always suck on my toes and glide her teeth along my toes while they were in her warm mouth. It always put me in hysterics, and was always accompanied by other sexy experiences (if you know what I mean).
We dated for about 2 years and I eventually left because she started going down a path that I couldn’t follow. She was a hard one to get over. Very hard.
Now, I am happily married and my wife loves to throw me in the stocks (see profile pic) that SHE decided we needed to get! I am very thankful that tickling is still a very prominent part of my life. Ironically, I’m pretty much a permanent ticklee now. Somehow the role reversal switched on me. XD
Thanks for reading about my first tickling relationship. It’s taken me years to muster up the courage to share but I’m starting to feel more comfortable here in the forum. 🙂
I invited S over to my parent’s house to hang out one night, she agreed. While in my room I didn’t hesitate to grab her feet and wrap her ankles up with my karate belt. I tickled her soft and beautiful feet for quite some time. She screamed and then let this amazing laughter. It was probably 5-10 minutes of me tickle torturing her feet before I asked her if I could kiss her. Which she agreed. We started dating right after that.
Moving forward, S and I were both living at her parents house for awhile. They had a pool, trampoline, and it was always summer vibes. S was always tan and had a great body to go with her blonde hair. Kind of reminded me of Cameron Diaz, but arguably cuter. One day when it was just her and I sitting in her living room, I took the opportunity to tickle her since no one else was home. I pounced on her and wrapped her up in a blanket, only leaving her head and feet sticking out. I couldn’t resist her super ticklish feet, and she was at my mercy for at least ten minutes.
S eventually bought bondage rope for us to put on her bed and then she started to tie ME up for tickle torture. I’m seriously ticklish and always have been, I certainly had never been tied up. Our tickle play turned into me being tickle tortured on what seemed to be a weekly basis. S’s father worked thirds too, so it was easy for us to do this without disturbing the peace.
Little did I know, S had a few tricks up her sleeve. She first introduced a toothbrush, which was incredibly ticklish (and she wouldn’t let me use it on her). One night, S told me I had really cute feet for a guy (which I actually had heard before). S made it a habit to always suck on my toes and glide her teeth along my toes while they were in her warm mouth. It always put me in hysterics, and was always accompanied by other sexy experiences (if you know what I mean).
We dated for about 2 years and I eventually left because she started going down a path that I couldn’t follow. She was a hard one to get over. Very hard.
Now, I am happily married and my wife loves to throw me in the stocks (see profile pic) that SHE decided we needed to get! I am very thankful that tickling is still a very prominent part of my life. Ironically, I’m pretty much a permanent ticklee now. Somehow the role reversal switched on me. XD
Thanks for reading about my first tickling relationship. It’s taken me years to muster up the courage to share but I’m starting to feel more comfortable here in the forum. 🙂
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