The most ticklish spot on my body is my feet, but more specifically my toes. It usually makes me squeal if someone tickles my toes.
I can relate, heather. My toes are far more insanely ticklish than the soles of my feet. I absolutely MUST be tied up if my husband wants to tickle my toes. He might require dental work otherwise.
Typical scene: After a long day working in the fields and in the kitchen, I put on my nightshirt and stretch on the sofa. I'm in that zone between sleep and consciousness. Husband comes along and sits at my feet. He runs his fingers along the outside edge of my bare feet. I writhe a bit, let out a soft moan or an "ohhhhh, baby." He moves towards me, lifts my legs, and puts my feet on his lap. He massages my feet, which feels oh so wonderful (ladies, you know what I mean). Naturally, the gentle stroking of his fingertips across my soles makes me twitch my feet and blurt out some girlish giggle. He will caress my legs, too -- also lovely -- maybe stopping to give a little tickle to the magic spot behind my knees.
But he's careful not to tickle my toes. He did that once when we I was free, back when we first started dating and he was kicked in the chin. I was a bit panicky when that happened -- so afraid he'd order me to get out and never come back. I apologized profusely. He wasn't happy but added that he might have known how ticklish my toes are. Since then he's careful with tickling my toes.
Sometimes, however, and unknown to me, he has a couple of neckties in his pocket. Maybe I'm too sleepy to notice, or maybe I'm just in such a state of ecstacy (eyes closed, dreaming of walking barefoot on a beach at sunrise) I won't even know until he grabs my arms and begins tying my wrists. I might let out an unconvincing "no, don't" but he knows better. And when he grabs up my legs, and I feel the tie going around my ankles, I know my toes are in for some beautiful torture. A few minutes of his fingers lightly going over the toes and I'm fully awake by now, twisting and turning, and trying to stay on the sofa all the while. But I'm really too tired to fight him.
Maybe he'll turn me over, tickle my feet and the backs of my legs and pull up my shirt and deliver a few slaps to my bottom, If I'm lucky, I will stay on my back and his left hand will move higher up on my body while he right hand is still tickling my toes. Girls, if you have never been tied up and had your lover tickle your toes and breasts at the same time, well the English language has yet to come up with words appropriate enough to describe the explosiveness of this experience.
OK, I'm rambling here. Sorry. To make a long story short, tickling my toes can turn me from a human being to a jellyfish in very little order. Zero to jellyfish in 60 seconds flat.
Love,
Jean
