thisisopera
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This happened the other day. It's a short story, but it was fun 😛
It was a tremendously beautiful day and I was over a friends house. I'm well aware that this friend of mine has a thing for feet and tickling; something he revealed to me when he was.... not entirely sober...
but he doesn't recall ever telling me this. I'm pretty sure he knows I know, as he tickles me any chance he gets XD
Anyway, we were sitting on the porch and I was wearing white ballet flats; the kind that when you flex your foot, the heel comes off, revealing most of the foot.
Well I was just sitting there, innocent as can be, playing with my shoes and feet, flexing and moving them around while talking to my friend.
I noticed that he happened to be looking at my feet quite a lot, so I decided to be a bit of a tease and put my feet up on the end of his chair well within his grasp. He seemed to be almost frustrated with me, although, I can't imagine why
and was looking at my feet more and more frequently. Just to push it a little farther, I kicked off the shoes and wiggled my toes around. I just kept the conversation going casually until:
"Alright, that's it." he said sternly
"What's it?"
"You," he said, picking up my ankle, "are such a damn tease."
"What do you me-AH! eheheheheheha STOOPP eehahahahaha!" He cut me off digging his fingers between my toes, making me jump and laugh loudly.
"Sorry; can't help it." he tickled all over my feet; the sides, the sole and worst of all; that super sensitive spot right under my toes that drives me mad!
"NO!! HEHE NOT THERE!!!"
"Oh? Have I found the sweet spot? Under you little toes, huh?"
"EHEHEHE PLEASEE EHAHEHE QUIT IT!! EHEAHEHE" I was holding on the chair for dear life, but another quick tickle to the sides of my feet made me jump and land on my butt on the ground. He tickled still a little more, but soon stopped.
"You were asking for it." He said with a shurg.
Indeed I was. 😉
It was a tremendously beautiful day and I was over a friends house. I'm well aware that this friend of mine has a thing for feet and tickling; something he revealed to me when he was.... not entirely sober...
but he doesn't recall ever telling me this. I'm pretty sure he knows I know, as he tickles me any chance he gets XDAnyway, we were sitting on the porch and I was wearing white ballet flats; the kind that when you flex your foot, the heel comes off, revealing most of the foot.
Well I was just sitting there, innocent as can be, playing with my shoes and feet, flexing and moving them around while talking to my friend.
I noticed that he happened to be looking at my feet quite a lot, so I decided to be a bit of a tease and put my feet up on the end of his chair well within his grasp. He seemed to be almost frustrated with me, although, I can't imagine why
and was looking at my feet more and more frequently. Just to push it a little farther, I kicked off the shoes and wiggled my toes around. I just kept the conversation going casually until:"Alright, that's it." he said sternly
"What's it?"
"You," he said, picking up my ankle, "are such a damn tease."
"What do you me-AH! eheheheheheha STOOPP eehahahahaha!" He cut me off digging his fingers between my toes, making me jump and laugh loudly.
"Sorry; can't help it." he tickled all over my feet; the sides, the sole and worst of all; that super sensitive spot right under my toes that drives me mad!
"NO!! HEHE NOT THERE!!!"
"Oh? Have I found the sweet spot? Under you little toes, huh?"
"EHEHEHE PLEASEE EHAHEHE QUIT IT!! EHEAHEHE" I was holding on the chair for dear life, but another quick tickle to the sides of my feet made me jump and land on my butt on the ground. He tickled still a little more, but soon stopped.
"You were asking for it." He said with a shurg.
Indeed I was. 😉
