CalciumMan
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This was a little while ago, but I still remember it clearly. It didn't last long unfortunately.
I'll call my poor friend Amy.
My friends and I were taking turns playing video games, and Amy was lying on the couch with her feet on my lap. Thankfully she was wearing socks so it wasn't completely distracting.
But at one point I asked her to move them and instead she put them on my face, making me lose. I'll be honest I would've lost anyway. I warned her not to do it again, but she did it again anyway!
So I grabbed her feet and she immediately clenched. Amy is as ticklish as they come. You just touch any part of her and she screams. So this was going to be fun. I started with one finger and gently dragged it down her left sole.
She started laughing hysterically and begged me to stop. It was relatively late so I stopped, not wanting to wake the neighbours with what they could've interpreted as am ambulance siren in the building.
But even after I stopped, she kept assaulting me with her feet. So the viscious cycle repeated itself a few times, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter. The last time I felt so bad for her I massaged her feet, which she took as a peace offering.
I managed to sneak in a slight tickle in between, and she giggled a lot, so it wasn't quite as peaceful as I made it to be. 😉
I'll call my poor friend Amy.
My friends and I were taking turns playing video games, and Amy was lying on the couch with her feet on my lap. Thankfully she was wearing socks so it wasn't completely distracting.
But at one point I asked her to move them and instead she put them on my face, making me lose. I'll be honest I would've lost anyway. I warned her not to do it again, but she did it again anyway!
So I grabbed her feet and she immediately clenched. Amy is as ticklish as they come. You just touch any part of her and she screams. So this was going to be fun. I started with one finger and gently dragged it down her left sole.
She started laughing hysterically and begged me to stop. It was relatively late so I stopped, not wanting to wake the neighbours with what they could've interpreted as am ambulance siren in the building.
But even after I stopped, she kept assaulting me with her feet. So the viscious cycle repeated itself a few times, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter. The last time I felt so bad for her I massaged her feet, which she took as a peace offering.
I managed to sneak in a slight tickle in between, and she giggled a lot, so it wasn't quite as peaceful as I made it to be. 😉
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
