-- I realize this forum is about "stories," and I've written my share,... but I hit a dry spell for what I would call real stories (I think I told them all). Yet that left me with a few additional,..... umm,....let's call them "incidents," which might be of interest to the group. They don't deserve massive prose treatment,... but they were kind of cool when they happened. So I'm calling them "random notes" I hope that's Ok with everyone. Here's a couple to start with.....
---I've written a few tales about Dory, but the night we actually met might deserve a mention. It was well below freezing and there was eight inches of snow on the ground,.. and I was in a local tavern,... sitting in a booth talking to a fishing boat skipper for whom I'd done a few minor repairs. Suddenly there was this woman there,... Dory,... and my skipper friend introduced us. We had a couple of drinks. But it was late,... the bar had to close,... so out we went into the freezing night air. Dory and I wanted to talk some more, so instead of my F-150, we got into her tiny 240Z. She immediately began talking of how frozen her feet were,... she was wearing Docksiders with blue kneesocks,... I invited her to hoist her legs over the transmission, whereupon I removed her shoes,,... then the kneesocks,,... lifted my sweater and shirt, and placed her freezing bare feet against my chest. At that exact moment, disbelief would have been a mild term for her reaction,.... but five minutes later she was purring about how warm her feet were.
---Okay,... who could resist? I stole a few tickles,... Dory's laughter was intense, but agreeable. And then I kissed her toes. A few more minutes of talk, tickling and foot-warming, and the decision was made to go back to my place. Dory asked if I had anything to drink at home (silly question) and said she wanted to learn more about this "foot fetish" business. We drove off. That is how Dory and I began.
Next random note.
--- When I was teaching Creative Writing at USC on Hilton Head, one of my students,.. Gina, came on to me. She was about 27, and a dead ringer for Demi Moore. She wanted me to read her private writings and ended up coming over to my condo. So far, so good, eh? I made a nice dinner,... we had a few glasses of wine,.... and then sat on the sofa. She had several notebooks of her stuff,,.. and I put on a Leo Kottke tape and started reading. Gina was wearing workout sweats,... and when she sat on the sofa beside me, she took off her running shoes and socks (Yes, at this point I was becoming unstable) and then stretched out on the sofa and calmly put her bare feet in my lap,...... just under the notebooks I was trying to read. Folks, this just destroyed my literary concentration. I sweated, trembled and agitated for a few minutes,...... then couldn't help myself. I stroked one of those soles. Gina sat up with a start and a shriek, and I'll never forget what she said,..... she said, "Come on now,.... be nice." She ended up spending the night,..... but that was the end of foot tickling, have no fear.
-------I'll try to add more to the random notes thread as time goes by.
---I've written a few tales about Dory, but the night we actually met might deserve a mention. It was well below freezing and there was eight inches of snow on the ground,.. and I was in a local tavern,... sitting in a booth talking to a fishing boat skipper for whom I'd done a few minor repairs. Suddenly there was this woman there,... Dory,... and my skipper friend introduced us. We had a couple of drinks. But it was late,... the bar had to close,... so out we went into the freezing night air. Dory and I wanted to talk some more, so instead of my F-150, we got into her tiny 240Z. She immediately began talking of how frozen her feet were,... she was wearing Docksiders with blue kneesocks,... I invited her to hoist her legs over the transmission, whereupon I removed her shoes,,... then the kneesocks,,... lifted my sweater and shirt, and placed her freezing bare feet against my chest. At that exact moment, disbelief would have been a mild term for her reaction,.... but five minutes later she was purring about how warm her feet were.
---Okay,... who could resist? I stole a few tickles,... Dory's laughter was intense, but agreeable. And then I kissed her toes. A few more minutes of talk, tickling and foot-warming, and the decision was made to go back to my place. Dory asked if I had anything to drink at home (silly question) and said she wanted to learn more about this "foot fetish" business. We drove off. That is how Dory and I began.
Next random note.
--- When I was teaching Creative Writing at USC on Hilton Head, one of my students,.. Gina, came on to me. She was about 27, and a dead ringer for Demi Moore. She wanted me to read her private writings and ended up coming over to my condo. So far, so good, eh? I made a nice dinner,... we had a few glasses of wine,.... and then sat on the sofa. She had several notebooks of her stuff,,.. and I put on a Leo Kottke tape and started reading. Gina was wearing workout sweats,... and when she sat on the sofa beside me, she took off her running shoes and socks (Yes, at this point I was becoming unstable) and then stretched out on the sofa and calmly put her bare feet in my lap,...... just under the notebooks I was trying to read. Folks, this just destroyed my literary concentration. I sweated, trembled and agitated for a few minutes,...... then couldn't help myself. I stroked one of those soles. Gina sat up with a start and a shriek, and I'll never forget what she said,..... she said, "Come on now,.... be nice." She ended up spending the night,..... but that was the end of foot tickling, have no fear.
-------I'll try to add more to the random notes thread as time goes by.
