Taj
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True Accounts Yep I do mean TRUE...m/f feet
I'm sure you've all had your favorite 'lee, or 'ler depending on which you like better. The one who you remember above any other, be it your wife/husband, b/f or g/f...you get the idea right? For me, it was a good friend of mine, not a g/f mind you. But someone who grew close to you over a period of time. Now I'm not going to bullshit, and say she was drop dead gorgeous, or that her body could put Pam Anderson's to shame. But she was pretty...with dirty blond hair, cut just above the shoulder, slim build with the height of 5'7"... high cheek bones, green eyes...you know, just your average pretty I guess. Plus she had that sence of humour, that could make you laugh at the drop of a hat. Anyways I've known her since I was 21, so I guess we've been friends a little over 12 years now.
Anyways as I was pointing out in the beginning, she was my favorite 'lee. The one who I tickled, and tickled as often as I could. Which was pretty much everytime we got together. It was'nt long before I finally confessed my tickling fetish to her, and much to my surprise, had a 'lee fetish I guess you could call it. I'm not kidding you...this girl loved to be tickled, which as I'm sure you all are aware of, is a rareity. So I guess you could call her my tickling buddy. Hopefully you've all had one, or currently have one.
Now like the majority of this forum, I'm a foot guy. ((I know, I know, big shock.)) and this girl had nice feet. Size 7, butter soft soles, slender with high arches...and yes...very, and I mean VERY ticklish. Her laughter was great. No screaming, or small giggles from this one people. I'm talking your heart felt melodius laughter. The real continual belly laugh, where you run out of breath quickly. You know what I mean? I was infactuated with her laugh, and her reactions to the tickling were truely a sight to behold. Hopefully I can give you the right details to paint you a mental picture for yourself.
Now I have more than one story with her involved and if the response is there, I'll share more of them. The one I'll tell you now is without a doubt one of my favorites. Of course they're all my favorites, but this is near the top of my list. She was over for a visit one summer afternoon, and we were just chillen out on the couch, watchin the tube, shootin the breeze and enjoying the coolness the air conditioning was providing. I got up to grab a couple of beers from the fridge and upon my return, found her sprawled out across the lengh of my couch. As I handed her the bottle she bent her knees, making room for me at the end of the couch. Being on that comfort level that we were, she thought nothing of resting her legs across my lap, knowing full well where this was going to lead. She was dressed in a mid riff shirt, showing off her belly ring, kahki mid length shorts and sandles. Of course my eyes took in her feet, nicely tanned with no lines. "You know," I began, putting my bottle on the end table, "if you keep your feet there like that..." I trailed off, giving her a tone of playful mischief she was all to familiar with.
Without taking her eyes off the screen, she simply shrugged her shoulders and gave a small smile in return. No other invite needed as far as I was concerned. I unfastened the velcro straps, and slid her sandles off, with no resistance of any kind. The next step was to wrap my right arm around her left ankle, and held it tight, but not tight enough to hurt. I did'nt go balistic, digging in with my left hand and scratching like a mad man. I decided to go with something different. Instead I began what I guess you could call a quick, yet gentle wisping motion. A stroke starting just above the heel, along the arch, and ending at the ball of the foot, lifting my fingers off briefly, then the same wisp like stroke back down to just above the heel.
I watched her face as I continued this motion. It was beautiful. A slow smile began that soon reached her eyes, which began to squint in ticklish agony. Her left foot twitched as I continued with the same action. Up and down, with a brief delay. Her laughter was quiet at first as she propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes glistened brightly as she watched, seeing my fingers only briefly at the top end of the stroke. A full white teeth grin on her face, as she closed her eyes in laughter, her shoulders raising and falling with each chuckle. Finally she was able to speak between the gasps for air. "I've......never.....been....tickled.......like this......before!" With that she fell back on the couch, laughing as hard as her lungs would let her. I concentrated on her laugh, high, full laughter that filled the room. "Please..." she whispered as best she could. "Oh please...." She pulled desperately against my grip, but there was no escape. I concentrated on the stroking I was giving her foot, never changing the pace or the style of motion I was using. Her head turned to the side, as she laughed...pleading with me to quit in between the gales of laughter.
After only a few moments, she abandoned her attempts to escape, and submitted to the tickling her foot was receiving. Her foot became motionless in my hand, and her laughter had turned silent. I knew it was soon time to quit, but before I did I spoke. "I'll quit," I began, never ceasing my tickling, "on one condition." Unable to speak, she nodded, her mouth in a open silent laugh. Now at this point, its safe to say I could have asked for anything I wanted. But our relationship was'nt like that. It never once turned sexual...well, not fully sexual anyways. Continuing my stroke I spoke once again. "Before I stop, give me your other foot." She was able to open her eyes with her laughter and willingly placed her right foot on my lap. "Now leave it there, and don't pull it away. Promise?" Again she nodded in silent laughter. I continued my strokes as I loosened my grip on her ankle, allowing her to pull her foot free, but not as quickly as she would have liked. It was a slow release, as she jerked feebly. I tickled until she had completely unlodged her foot from my grip.
She lay there motionless for a few minutes, grateful for the end of that torture. Inhaling great breathes of air. Finally turning on her side, she grabbed the beer beside her, and took a long drink, downing almost half the bottle. Putting it down beside her on the floor, she lay on her back once again. She told me it was agony, like nothing she had felt before. What was in actuallity only maybe a few minutes, seemed much much longer. But being on the receiving end of a tickling always seems that way. The session on her other foot, was a gentler one. I did'nt have the heart to put her through another ordeal like that again. Not right away anyways...<wink>
I'm sure you've all had your favorite 'lee, or 'ler depending on which you like better. The one who you remember above any other, be it your wife/husband, b/f or g/f...you get the idea right? For me, it was a good friend of mine, not a g/f mind you. But someone who grew close to you over a period of time. Now I'm not going to bullshit, and say she was drop dead gorgeous, or that her body could put Pam Anderson's to shame. But she was pretty...with dirty blond hair, cut just above the shoulder, slim build with the height of 5'7"... high cheek bones, green eyes...you know, just your average pretty I guess. Plus she had that sence of humour, that could make you laugh at the drop of a hat. Anyways I've known her since I was 21, so I guess we've been friends a little over 12 years now.
Anyways as I was pointing out in the beginning, she was my favorite 'lee. The one who I tickled, and tickled as often as I could. Which was pretty much everytime we got together. It was'nt long before I finally confessed my tickling fetish to her, and much to my surprise, had a 'lee fetish I guess you could call it. I'm not kidding you...this girl loved to be tickled, which as I'm sure you all are aware of, is a rareity. So I guess you could call her my tickling buddy. Hopefully you've all had one, or currently have one.
Now like the majority of this forum, I'm a foot guy. ((I know, I know, big shock.)) and this girl had nice feet. Size 7, butter soft soles, slender with high arches...and yes...very, and I mean VERY ticklish. Her laughter was great. No screaming, or small giggles from this one people. I'm talking your heart felt melodius laughter. The real continual belly laugh, where you run out of breath quickly. You know what I mean? I was infactuated with her laugh, and her reactions to the tickling were truely a sight to behold. Hopefully I can give you the right details to paint you a mental picture for yourself.
Now I have more than one story with her involved and if the response is there, I'll share more of them. The one I'll tell you now is without a doubt one of my favorites. Of course they're all my favorites, but this is near the top of my list. She was over for a visit one summer afternoon, and we were just chillen out on the couch, watchin the tube, shootin the breeze and enjoying the coolness the air conditioning was providing. I got up to grab a couple of beers from the fridge and upon my return, found her sprawled out across the lengh of my couch. As I handed her the bottle she bent her knees, making room for me at the end of the couch. Being on that comfort level that we were, she thought nothing of resting her legs across my lap, knowing full well where this was going to lead. She was dressed in a mid riff shirt, showing off her belly ring, kahki mid length shorts and sandles. Of course my eyes took in her feet, nicely tanned with no lines. "You know," I began, putting my bottle on the end table, "if you keep your feet there like that..." I trailed off, giving her a tone of playful mischief she was all to familiar with.
Without taking her eyes off the screen, she simply shrugged her shoulders and gave a small smile in return. No other invite needed as far as I was concerned. I unfastened the velcro straps, and slid her sandles off, with no resistance of any kind. The next step was to wrap my right arm around her left ankle, and held it tight, but not tight enough to hurt. I did'nt go balistic, digging in with my left hand and scratching like a mad man. I decided to go with something different. Instead I began what I guess you could call a quick, yet gentle wisping motion. A stroke starting just above the heel, along the arch, and ending at the ball of the foot, lifting my fingers off briefly, then the same wisp like stroke back down to just above the heel.
I watched her face as I continued this motion. It was beautiful. A slow smile began that soon reached her eyes, which began to squint in ticklish agony. Her left foot twitched as I continued with the same action. Up and down, with a brief delay. Her laughter was quiet at first as she propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes glistened brightly as she watched, seeing my fingers only briefly at the top end of the stroke. A full white teeth grin on her face, as she closed her eyes in laughter, her shoulders raising and falling with each chuckle. Finally she was able to speak between the gasps for air. "I've......never.....been....tickled.......like this......before!" With that she fell back on the couch, laughing as hard as her lungs would let her. I concentrated on her laugh, high, full laughter that filled the room. "Please..." she whispered as best she could. "Oh please...." She pulled desperately against my grip, but there was no escape. I concentrated on the stroking I was giving her foot, never changing the pace or the style of motion I was using. Her head turned to the side, as she laughed...pleading with me to quit in between the gales of laughter.
After only a few moments, she abandoned her attempts to escape, and submitted to the tickling her foot was receiving. Her foot became motionless in my hand, and her laughter had turned silent. I knew it was soon time to quit, but before I did I spoke. "I'll quit," I began, never ceasing my tickling, "on one condition." Unable to speak, she nodded, her mouth in a open silent laugh. Now at this point, its safe to say I could have asked for anything I wanted. But our relationship was'nt like that. It never once turned sexual...well, not fully sexual anyways. Continuing my stroke I spoke once again. "Before I stop, give me your other foot." She was able to open her eyes with her laughter and willingly placed her right foot on my lap. "Now leave it there, and don't pull it away. Promise?" Again she nodded in silent laughter. I continued my strokes as I loosened my grip on her ankle, allowing her to pull her foot free, but not as quickly as she would have liked. It was a slow release, as she jerked feebly. I tickled until she had completely unlodged her foot from my grip.
She lay there motionless for a few minutes, grateful for the end of that torture. Inhaling great breathes of air. Finally turning on her side, she grabbed the beer beside her, and took a long drink, downing almost half the bottle. Putting it down beside her on the floor, she lay on her back once again. She told me it was agony, like nothing she had felt before. What was in actuallity only maybe a few minutes, seemed much much longer. But being on the receiving end of a tickling always seems that way. The session on her other foot, was a gentler one. I did'nt have the heart to put her through another ordeal like that again. Not right away anyways...<wink>
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