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tickle_fan031
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My only foot tickling experience as a lee was rather fun:
A couple of years ago I had a party at my house while my parents where away on holiday. It was well into the early hours of the morning and a few of my mates and I decided to watch a film in my room while the rest of my mates watched another downstairs. Carrie, Bekka, Louise and Martin were sat on my bed and I was lead on the floor just in front of my bed with my feet crossed which were propped up against the wardrobe. All of a sudden Martin decided to tickle my left (socked) foot using his foot-he dragged his big toe from the top of my foot down to my heel. My left leg jerked slightly and I put my feet flat against the wardrobe door to protect my soles. As I did this martin said, "Awh has Hannah got ticklish feet?” I didn’t answer him. A few seconds later he used his big toe again to tickle my right heel. I couldn’t stand the sensations so I moved my feet on the floor out of his reach.
Once the film was over there was only me, Martin and Louise left so we chatted for a while. Martin was on the floor and I was sat on the edge of the bed with Louise. Martin was lead on the floor so I rested my legs on his thighs. But that didn’t last long as Martin began to tickle my feet again. I still kept my feet there but didn’t have my soles exposed. That didn’t stop Martin however, he started letting his fingertips gently glide over my toes. I tried to ignore it, but he continued the slow tickling without showing any mercy! He stopped though when I moved my feet out of reach as I heard one of my very drunken friends coming upstairs. She somehow ended up on the floor-cant remember how, but I rested my feet on her thighs also and kept messing with her by saying, "You're not going down now, you've got to stay here!” But she paid no attention to me and began to sit up. Next minute she clawed her fingernails across the arc of my left foot, which caused me to instantly pull my foot away which gave her the opportunity to move away and go back downstairs.
Ahh the good old days-how I miss them...hehe.
A couple of years ago I had a party at my house while my parents where away on holiday. It was well into the early hours of the morning and a few of my mates and I decided to watch a film in my room while the rest of my mates watched another downstairs. Carrie, Bekka, Louise and Martin were sat on my bed and I was lead on the floor just in front of my bed with my feet crossed which were propped up against the wardrobe. All of a sudden Martin decided to tickle my left (socked) foot using his foot-he dragged his big toe from the top of my foot down to my heel. My left leg jerked slightly and I put my feet flat against the wardrobe door to protect my soles. As I did this martin said, "Awh has Hannah got ticklish feet?” I didn’t answer him. A few seconds later he used his big toe again to tickle my right heel. I couldn’t stand the sensations so I moved my feet on the floor out of his reach.
Once the film was over there was only me, Martin and Louise left so we chatted for a while. Martin was on the floor and I was sat on the edge of the bed with Louise. Martin was lead on the floor so I rested my legs on his thighs. But that didn’t last long as Martin began to tickle my feet again. I still kept my feet there but didn’t have my soles exposed. That didn’t stop Martin however, he started letting his fingertips gently glide over my toes. I tried to ignore it, but he continued the slow tickling without showing any mercy! He stopped though when I moved my feet out of reach as I heard one of my very drunken friends coming upstairs. She somehow ended up on the floor-cant remember how, but I rested my feet on her thighs also and kept messing with her by saying, "You're not going down now, you've got to stay here!” But she paid no attention to me and began to sit up. Next minute she clawed her fingernails across the arc of my left foot, which caused me to instantly pull my foot away which gave her the opportunity to move away and go back downstairs.
Ahh the good old days-how I miss them...hehe.
