i had a friend, a girl, back in my eight yr old. to be honest, i m rather gifted with a smooth tongue in persuading girls to let me tickle them, unbonded. i did not remeber many of the girls who willin entrust their feet into my hands but i do remeber one particular girl.
Amanda (name changed) lived nxt door to me. when she moved into the house beside mine half a year ago, i had thought i saw a fairy. true enough, even at the age of 8, but still younger than me, she attracted quite a lot of BOYS. quite unbelievable huh, a six year old boy would do anything to get away from a girl, but she had such a magic withn her.
she is a pretty girl, shoe size 5, with skin smooth and soft-lookin(lookin until i touched it). one thing i particularly took notice was tat she LOVED to wear silk on her legs and feet. only once had i seen her in pink flip-flops. i can describe that feet better than her looks, it was as well shaped as a foot can be, with high arches and small cute toes. the toenail was painted with light glistering blue, though usually obstructed by silk socks or stockings.
ok, here is the ticklin part. that year, her mother introduced me to her. OMG!!! she was barefooted at home. when her mother introduced her, she blushed at me and wriggled her toes. tat was the first day of a long friendship (lasted til junior high). i went to her bedroom with her, she told me timidly, this is my bedroom, wat do u want to play. i was tempted to grab that petit feet of the floor and play with it all day long. "or u want to go out to the shed and play?" she asked me with a soft voice. i chose the shed, obviously lookin for a chance... for most of u, this will probably be TOOOOO good to believe. the shed was like her personal playhouse, there is a sofa, some toys and even a TV. bein vry shy on our first meet, we decided just to watch the TV. Oh ya, she wore a white socks with a pink tennis shoe to the shed.
sittin on the sofa, i neither looked at her face nor talked to her, my eyes seemed to be on the tv but they were on her feet. GOD BLESS ME ON THAT DAY, the tv was showin some kids show and they are just showin adults playing tickling with little girls. fate u might say. she suddenly spoke up, "hey, that looks fun! maybe i want to try! would u play that wif me PLEEEASE" i was rooted to the sofa. i nearly went into shock. she slid her feet, still in tennis shoes, beside me. I COULD SWEAR I SAW HER EYES PLEADIN!!! i was embarrassed at that moment, even thought she was teasing me.
i asked her if she was sure? She said ya. i took her right foot in my hand and placed it in my lap. i slowly untied the shoe laces. as the shoe slowly slid off, she giggled slightly. i asked her why.
"i remember my dad used to tickle me when i was 3, i am very ticklish, really. sorry if i may thrash around, i will try my best to not do that, but don let go until i say 'give up'."
when i removed both her shoes, i stared at those feet in socks for a while. she blushed, so did i. i did not held her feet down, thus givin her the freedom to go. i digged in. my fingers slid up and down her soles, tickling through the soft material. she squealed, in delight and in surprise and started gigglin, tryin to hold back a laughter. to my delight, she did not remove her feet, instead kept it there, though jerkin around slightly. after she gave up, she said something i lived on for a month, " hey, i like u, the way u tickle me. can we do it again nxt time. i luv that feelin." so it began.
in the years after, i babysitted her though rather called by her mum as play pal. her parents and my parents are similar, travel a lot and only me at home, bro is off at college. i am alone ( i convinced my parents i don ned a babysitter lon ago) and she is the one i am supposed to live with and take care of. i tickled her for almost the whole of evryday. when she is on the sofa, i took a feet and start ticklin her, she liked that a lot, when she is exhausted, i take the feet in my hands and carassed them. when she is asleep in the morning, i tickled her till she woke. one day she came back from dance lesson in this light pink tights and shoes, i told her to come to me n let me tickle her in that. she did. that tights sort of lubricanted my movements. she saw that i liked tickling her in that, wore that all day long. most of the time i tickled her is more like she started it, like putting her feet on my lap or sit close to me so i can tickle her underarms, though she did not really like underarms as much as feet. when i babysitted her, her feet was more or less my feet, coming to my hands whenever i asked for them, or even not asked.
one of the days, i had to stay with her at home for the whole day. her feet was pratically in my hand ALL THE TIME, bein tickled mostly, or sometime, just askin for a hand to hold it. i was addicted to ticklin her, she was addicted to being tickled by me. when we are both bold as we grew, i told her i loved her feet as much as i luved ticklin her. she brightened up and said, she had loved my touch since the day i tickled her for the first time.
tickling her had helped me overcome borin times. when i was fed up with my homework, i visited her and she let me tickle her for as long as i wish. durin classes (we happened to be in the same class as a request by our parents), we sat at the back corner as we were tall among our classmates. during history, i always became bored, so i tapped her. soon i will find my hands clutchin a little stockinged foot. gals were told to were a uniform in elementary sch which include snow white stockings. i played with her toes, her soles and her heels were ticklish too. then, she had learnt how to laugh silently inside and keep her feet in position. in elementary sch, i had tickled the feet of evry girl in the class, but non stayed so still, no were so ticklish, non were so perfectly built for ticklin. amanda's high arches, cute toes and soft soles never left my mind.
in my memory, we had became bf and gf. the ritual for us is that when the boy asked for tickling to the girl, the girl must offer her ticklish parts willingly and without hesitation, no matter of wat the girl is doin, she must stop and let the ticklin be done. when tickled, the girl cannot ask for the stop and only the boy can decide when to stop. the girl must not take away her body from the ticklin but can giggle or laugh. the girl is essentially the boy's and will do as the boy asks (of course, we swore of no sexual stuff like sex) and must not try to not feel ticklish, she can only let the sensation flow through her. god's gift for me, a smooth tongue, helped me write this.
a proper greetin in her or my room will be amanda puttin up her feet and offer me a tickle. we had special tickle marathon for those no parents days, where for the whole day, though amanda must eat and sleep and do her things, at other times, i can tickle her whenever i liked. of course it is nothing special.
there were so many things we did, i cannot mention in this thread alone. if u wish to hear more, give me ur email add and i will tell u.
the partin of us happened one week when both our parents went out again. her parents had called to tell her they are movin to UK. she cried a little but we decided to have the best of the last few days. she dressed up in evry suit in her closet and let me tickle her. she laughed herself out, a rare thing. i could feel that she was lettin every touch electrify her. at the last day, she told me sth. "i am a foot fetishist, that is why i so luv to be tickled", she said sadly, expectin me to dump her. i revealed, much to her suprise, i am one too and that is why i luved her feet so much. the night was long, neither of us slept, i tickled her most of the time and lightly while we talked. i knew that it was commonly for a man to kiss a girl's hands when sayin gdbye, but as sth special, i kissed her feet and held it there. i gazed upon the skin beneath the silk tights. still butter soft after so long, still carried tat magic. now that we hav confessed, i dared to do wat i never dared. i sniffed her feet and kissed it as if there was no tomorrow. i played with the toes. the wriggle playfully as if askin for more, as it dancin happily beneath my fingers. i toyed with her feet, tickling is one, but pressed it against my face, oultining its high arch, concentrated on each toe, writin words with my hands on the sole.
then she wanted to change. she came out of the bathroom in bikini. "this is the body that was bond to u for so long. u can tickle any part that is not clothed here. i hugged her, while my hands danced on her body. we kissed, kind of funny that she is gigglin while kissin. then after such a long time on her angel soft skin, we parted...
there ends my experience. this may be most of ur fantasies, remember, a smooth tongue can do WONDERS...
Amanda (name changed) lived nxt door to me. when she moved into the house beside mine half a year ago, i had thought i saw a fairy. true enough, even at the age of 8, but still younger than me, she attracted quite a lot of BOYS. quite unbelievable huh, a six year old boy would do anything to get away from a girl, but she had such a magic withn her.
she is a pretty girl, shoe size 5, with skin smooth and soft-lookin(lookin until i touched it). one thing i particularly took notice was tat she LOVED to wear silk on her legs and feet. only once had i seen her in pink flip-flops. i can describe that feet better than her looks, it was as well shaped as a foot can be, with high arches and small cute toes. the toenail was painted with light glistering blue, though usually obstructed by silk socks or stockings.
ok, here is the ticklin part. that year, her mother introduced me to her. OMG!!! she was barefooted at home. when her mother introduced her, she blushed at me and wriggled her toes. tat was the first day of a long friendship (lasted til junior high). i went to her bedroom with her, she told me timidly, this is my bedroom, wat do u want to play. i was tempted to grab that petit feet of the floor and play with it all day long. "or u want to go out to the shed and play?" she asked me with a soft voice. i chose the shed, obviously lookin for a chance... for most of u, this will probably be TOOOOO good to believe. the shed was like her personal playhouse, there is a sofa, some toys and even a TV. bein vry shy on our first meet, we decided just to watch the TV. Oh ya, she wore a white socks with a pink tennis shoe to the shed.
sittin on the sofa, i neither looked at her face nor talked to her, my eyes seemed to be on the tv but they were on her feet. GOD BLESS ME ON THAT DAY, the tv was showin some kids show and they are just showin adults playing tickling with little girls. fate u might say. she suddenly spoke up, "hey, that looks fun! maybe i want to try! would u play that wif me PLEEEASE" i was rooted to the sofa. i nearly went into shock. she slid her feet, still in tennis shoes, beside me. I COULD SWEAR I SAW HER EYES PLEADIN!!! i was embarrassed at that moment, even thought she was teasing me.
i asked her if she was sure? She said ya. i took her right foot in my hand and placed it in my lap. i slowly untied the shoe laces. as the shoe slowly slid off, she giggled slightly. i asked her why.
"i remember my dad used to tickle me when i was 3, i am very ticklish, really. sorry if i may thrash around, i will try my best to not do that, but don let go until i say 'give up'."
when i removed both her shoes, i stared at those feet in socks for a while. she blushed, so did i. i did not held her feet down, thus givin her the freedom to go. i digged in. my fingers slid up and down her soles, tickling through the soft material. she squealed, in delight and in surprise and started gigglin, tryin to hold back a laughter. to my delight, she did not remove her feet, instead kept it there, though jerkin around slightly. after she gave up, she said something i lived on for a month, " hey, i like u, the way u tickle me. can we do it again nxt time. i luv that feelin." so it began.
in the years after, i babysitted her though rather called by her mum as play pal. her parents and my parents are similar, travel a lot and only me at home, bro is off at college. i am alone ( i convinced my parents i don ned a babysitter lon ago) and she is the one i am supposed to live with and take care of. i tickled her for almost the whole of evryday. when she is on the sofa, i took a feet and start ticklin her, she liked that a lot, when she is exhausted, i take the feet in my hands and carassed them. when she is asleep in the morning, i tickled her till she woke. one day she came back from dance lesson in this light pink tights and shoes, i told her to come to me n let me tickle her in that. she did. that tights sort of lubricanted my movements. she saw that i liked tickling her in that, wore that all day long. most of the time i tickled her is more like she started it, like putting her feet on my lap or sit close to me so i can tickle her underarms, though she did not really like underarms as much as feet. when i babysitted her, her feet was more or less my feet, coming to my hands whenever i asked for them, or even not asked.
one of the days, i had to stay with her at home for the whole day. her feet was pratically in my hand ALL THE TIME, bein tickled mostly, or sometime, just askin for a hand to hold it. i was addicted to ticklin her, she was addicted to being tickled by me. when we are both bold as we grew, i told her i loved her feet as much as i luved ticklin her. she brightened up and said, she had loved my touch since the day i tickled her for the first time.
tickling her had helped me overcome borin times. when i was fed up with my homework, i visited her and she let me tickle her for as long as i wish. durin classes (we happened to be in the same class as a request by our parents), we sat at the back corner as we were tall among our classmates. during history, i always became bored, so i tapped her. soon i will find my hands clutchin a little stockinged foot. gals were told to were a uniform in elementary sch which include snow white stockings. i played with her toes, her soles and her heels were ticklish too. then, she had learnt how to laugh silently inside and keep her feet in position. in elementary sch, i had tickled the feet of evry girl in the class, but non stayed so still, no were so ticklish, non were so perfectly built for ticklin. amanda's high arches, cute toes and soft soles never left my mind.
in my memory, we had became bf and gf. the ritual for us is that when the boy asked for tickling to the girl, the girl must offer her ticklish parts willingly and without hesitation, no matter of wat the girl is doin, she must stop and let the ticklin be done. when tickled, the girl cannot ask for the stop and only the boy can decide when to stop. the girl must not take away her body from the ticklin but can giggle or laugh. the girl is essentially the boy's and will do as the boy asks (of course, we swore of no sexual stuff like sex) and must not try to not feel ticklish, she can only let the sensation flow through her. god's gift for me, a smooth tongue, helped me write this.
a proper greetin in her or my room will be amanda puttin up her feet and offer me a tickle. we had special tickle marathon for those no parents days, where for the whole day, though amanda must eat and sleep and do her things, at other times, i can tickle her whenever i liked. of course it is nothing special.
there were so many things we did, i cannot mention in this thread alone. if u wish to hear more, give me ur email add and i will tell u.
the partin of us happened one week when both our parents went out again. her parents had called to tell her they are movin to UK. she cried a little but we decided to have the best of the last few days. she dressed up in evry suit in her closet and let me tickle her. she laughed herself out, a rare thing. i could feel that she was lettin every touch electrify her. at the last day, she told me sth. "i am a foot fetishist, that is why i so luv to be tickled", she said sadly, expectin me to dump her. i revealed, much to her suprise, i am one too and that is why i luved her feet so much. the night was long, neither of us slept, i tickled her most of the time and lightly while we talked. i knew that it was commonly for a man to kiss a girl's hands when sayin gdbye, but as sth special, i kissed her feet and held it there. i gazed upon the skin beneath the silk tights. still butter soft after so long, still carried tat magic. now that we hav confessed, i dared to do wat i never dared. i sniffed her feet and kissed it as if there was no tomorrow. i played with the toes. the wriggle playfully as if askin for more, as it dancin happily beneath my fingers. i toyed with her feet, tickling is one, but pressed it against my face, oultining its high arch, concentrated on each toe, writin words with my hands on the sole.
then she wanted to change. she came out of the bathroom in bikini. "this is the body that was bond to u for so long. u can tickle any part that is not clothed here. i hugged her, while my hands danced on her body. we kissed, kind of funny that she is gigglin while kissin. then after such a long time on her angel soft skin, we parted...
there ends my experience. this may be most of ur fantasies, remember, a smooth tongue can do WONDERS...
