Luvstotickle
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I have been lurking around here for sometime and thought it would be good for me to share some of my experiences. I will start with on that took place a number of years back with my girlfriend. I know everyone likes a mental image, so I will do my best to describe her. Her blond hair is just past her shoulders with a wavy look to it. If she straightened it, it would reach the middle of her back. She is medium chested and beautiful face, great deep blue eyes. Her legs are toned (she loves dancing), and her feet have extremely high arches. The arches I guess run in the family because both of her sisters have them as well. They were so high, she said wearing flip-flops or berkenstocks were the most comfortable. I always saw her in one or the other. Her toes are fairly long and decend in order of length. I think that describes her. Any other questions on appearance let me know.
Anyway, tickling drives her crazy. She is one of those cursed (blessed from our point of view) where no matter how long she is tickled, the sensation never disipates. It actually intensifies. Knowing my fetish for tickling, an unspoken arrangement took place (I say unspoken because in my tickling of her, this pattern emerged). I would lightly stroke up and down her soles and arches, sometimes a little spider tickle. As much as she would try to hold still, her feet would naturally twitch because of their sensitivity. When I would begin, the pattern she fell into was to grip a pillow on the couch and attempt to watch tv to help distract her from the tickling sensations on her feet. The arrangement became I would tickle for about 4-5 minutes, then give her a massage of about the same length. While she came to kind of like the tickling (mainly because it was giving her attention), she loved the foot rubs. And so she would always hold out waiting for the rub.
Well I recall a number of years back we went to her families for the fouth of July. We had just finished watching the fireworks and come in for the evening. She went and layed on her stomach on the couch with her feet up on the arm and her toes over the edge. She was a little tired from a long day. Of course that prime position will not be ignored. As the tickling started, of course, she twitched involuntarilly but did not move. I saw the familiar gripping of the pillow. Light spider tickles were the order of the day. All over her arches and soles, under the toes. This was driving her crazy I knew. Anyway, the 5 minutes came. Then it went. The tickling did not stop
. The incesant spider tickling was getting to her. Ten minutes came. Then went. Still the tickling did not stop. Her upper body began to squirm. But she still did not move. I was thinking "wow!" 15 minutes came and went. She began squirming more. 20 minutes and the tickling sensations for her were mounting, but they did not cease. At 25 minutes she began to laugh. Not loud, but definately heard. By 30 minutes she looked back to tell me to stop. Then she saw. I was standing by the door. Her niece had been tickling her the entire time. Even from the point of view of someone who is not into tickling, this was a riot. She laughed, pulled her feet in and said, "You were driving me insane. Were you ever going to stop?" Her niece shook her head no. She was glad she looked back when she did, she later told me. She almost didn't. Anyway, I will give more tickling stories from my life in the future. I just thought I would start with one of my favorites.
Anyway, tickling drives her crazy. She is one of those cursed (blessed from our point of view) where no matter how long she is tickled, the sensation never disipates. It actually intensifies. Knowing my fetish for tickling, an unspoken arrangement took place (I say unspoken because in my tickling of her, this pattern emerged). I would lightly stroke up and down her soles and arches, sometimes a little spider tickle. As much as she would try to hold still, her feet would naturally twitch because of their sensitivity. When I would begin, the pattern she fell into was to grip a pillow on the couch and attempt to watch tv to help distract her from the tickling sensations on her feet. The arrangement became I would tickle for about 4-5 minutes, then give her a massage of about the same length. While she came to kind of like the tickling (mainly because it was giving her attention), she loved the foot rubs. And so she would always hold out waiting for the rub.
Well I recall a number of years back we went to her families for the fouth of July. We had just finished watching the fireworks and come in for the evening. She went and layed on her stomach on the couch with her feet up on the arm and her toes over the edge. She was a little tired from a long day. Of course that prime position will not be ignored. As the tickling started, of course, she twitched involuntarilly but did not move. I saw the familiar gripping of the pillow. Light spider tickles were the order of the day. All over her arches and soles, under the toes. This was driving her crazy I knew. Anyway, the 5 minutes came. Then it went. The tickling did not stop
. The incesant spider tickling was getting to her. Ten minutes came. Then went. Still the tickling did not stop. Her upper body began to squirm. But she still did not move. I was thinking "wow!" 15 minutes came and went. She began squirming more. 20 minutes and the tickling sensations for her were mounting, but they did not cease. At 25 minutes she began to laugh. Not loud, but definately heard. By 30 minutes she looked back to tell me to stop. Then she saw. I was standing by the door. Her niece had been tickling her the entire time. Even from the point of view of someone who is not into tickling, this was a riot. She laughed, pulled her feet in and said, "You were driving me insane. Were you ever going to stop?" Her niece shook her head no. She was glad she looked back when she did, she later told me. She almost didn't. Anyway, I will give more tickling stories from my life in the future. I just thought I would start with one of my favorites.
