Taj
TMF Regular
- Joined
- Mar 17, 2004
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- 226
- Points
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First half found here: http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=48535
The opportunity to find out came around a lot quicker than I anticipated as I had mentioned. It happened on a Saturday night, and we were at my house watching a movie. She had mentioned she was feeling a little chilly, so I went to find her a blanket to warm herself up with. Not really thinking, I grabbed the first one I came across which happened to be a blanket covered with the logo of my favorite hockey team.
I brought it down and covered her with it. She gave the blanket the once over with a pained expression on her face. "Are you trying to kill me?" she asked, looking insulted that I would cover her with such a blanket. I knew immediately what she was referring to. I gave her a warning look and answered, "Look, don't knock them alright? They're doing better now then they have over the past few years, and might even make the playoffs! So be careful! That's my team you're messing with." J just rolled her eyes at me and heaved an over exagerated sigh at my love for them. "Worst team ever!" she exclaimed crossing her arms in defiance. "How you can even be passionate about a bunch of losers is beyond me!"
Well enough was enough as far as I was concerned. My Boxer was sitting beside her at the time. I pointed at J and commanded, "Capone, beat her up!" He just looked at me with a head tilt, not understanding what it was that I wanted. "'C'mon!" I said with encouragement. "Don't let her bad mouth our team!" I stood up and immediately knew what I was going to do next. I'm guessing if you're reading this, so do you. J on the other hand, remained clueless about her upcoming situation.
I walked over to the couch where she was lying on, and picked up my dog, placing him gently across her stomach. I then took my place sitting across her legs. Again I commanded him to act, knowing full well the worst he would do, was lick her face. "You work her over up there, and I'll attack her down at this end." J immediately began laughing as she tried to protect her face from Capone's "deadly" attack of cheek licks. She still had no clue as to what was coming. "Oh here," I finally said with mock irritation. "Let me show you how it's done." I reached for her side, and began kneading her ribs. She lost it immediately with a scream followed by an uproar of laughter. Her arm immediately came down to protect her side. She rolled as best she could to get away, but all for not. My hand stayed anchored where it was as I continued with gentle rib kneads. I couldn't help but laugh myself, watching her trying to fight off both my dog and my attack at the same time. I released her side to catch her breath but my tickling thirst was reborn and needed to be quenched. I wasn't going to stop now.
I purposely positioned myself across her legs for my next attack. She never saw it coming. My hand reached under the blanket and saught out the bottom of her foot. Her reaction was classic and most memorable. I no more then began to spider her sole, and she became unglued. Her eyes went wide for a second, and her mouth made a perfect O as she let out the initial howl. What made it funny was the fact that after the initial scratch, J did most of the work trying to get her foot away. All I did was sit there holding my hand still and she did the rest. She was moving her foot up and down, causing my fingers to go from heel to the ball of her foot, which really wasn't a smart defensive attempt on her part. The more she moved, the harder she laughed. I simply sat there enjoying myself, and couldn't take my eyes off her face at her reaction. It had been some time, since I'd seen a reaction like that one! Her laughter was non-stop as she continually went from a lying position to a sitting one, then back to lying again. A perfect ticklish reaction I figured.
Despite her best efforts I soon hit paydirt and was able to remove the sock that provided no protection. Her energy was renewed as I began gently sweeping my fingers up and down her overly sensitve skin. What amazed me was the laughter never let up. It never went silent or weakened from the tickling as is often the case. I was mesmerised with the fight in her. After a few minutes, she was somehow able to muster enough energy to talk in broken sentences. "Please!" She would howl as she sat up, desperately trying to grab my arms. "Please! No more!" I just smiled at her. "I'm not doing anything," I stated honestly. "It's your doing that's causing this." I wasn't really lying to her. After all it was her movements causing the ticklish reaction. I managed to find a very sensitive spot just around the instep and concentrated my index finger there for a few moments. She simply fell back onto the couch howling in laughter, eyes shut tight. Her leg would shake from time to time as if being electrocuted. I finally took my hand away, but remained where I was. Her laughter eased up as she lay there helpless, desperately trying to catch her breath.
Finally she was able to look at me. "You're mean." she stated simply, but I could see no anger in her blue eyes. I simply gave her an evil smile in return, patted the top of her foot, and stood up to go back to my comfy chair. "Well one thing is for sure," she said panting a little, as she placed her sock on again. "I'm definately not chilly anymore." I watched her carefully for a couple minutes. She seemed different then from when she first arrived. She looked content for some reason. Relaxed. A strange thing to say maybe but it almost as if some if not most of the stress over the past few weeks had been released in those few minutes.
You know I don't know if that will ever happen again. Because as I've said these opportunities just don't present themselves like they used to anymore. But it was a moment that I probably won't forget for a long time to come...
So that's it that's all. Hopefully you guys have enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed reliving it in my head. By the way, I do enjoy writing so if anyone has any comments or suggestions on how to improve my stories, I'm always open to new suggestions.
Thanks for reading.
The opportunity to find out came around a lot quicker than I anticipated as I had mentioned. It happened on a Saturday night, and we were at my house watching a movie. She had mentioned she was feeling a little chilly, so I went to find her a blanket to warm herself up with. Not really thinking, I grabbed the first one I came across which happened to be a blanket covered with the logo of my favorite hockey team.
I brought it down and covered her with it. She gave the blanket the once over with a pained expression on her face. "Are you trying to kill me?" she asked, looking insulted that I would cover her with such a blanket. I knew immediately what she was referring to. I gave her a warning look and answered, "Look, don't knock them alright? They're doing better now then they have over the past few years, and might even make the playoffs! So be careful! That's my team you're messing with." J just rolled her eyes at me and heaved an over exagerated sigh at my love for them. "Worst team ever!" she exclaimed crossing her arms in defiance. "How you can even be passionate about a bunch of losers is beyond me!"
Well enough was enough as far as I was concerned. My Boxer was sitting beside her at the time. I pointed at J and commanded, "Capone, beat her up!" He just looked at me with a head tilt, not understanding what it was that I wanted. "'C'mon!" I said with encouragement. "Don't let her bad mouth our team!" I stood up and immediately knew what I was going to do next. I'm guessing if you're reading this, so do you. J on the other hand, remained clueless about her upcoming situation.
I walked over to the couch where she was lying on, and picked up my dog, placing him gently across her stomach. I then took my place sitting across her legs. Again I commanded him to act, knowing full well the worst he would do, was lick her face. "You work her over up there, and I'll attack her down at this end." J immediately began laughing as she tried to protect her face from Capone's "deadly" attack of cheek licks. She still had no clue as to what was coming. "Oh here," I finally said with mock irritation. "Let me show you how it's done." I reached for her side, and began kneading her ribs. She lost it immediately with a scream followed by an uproar of laughter. Her arm immediately came down to protect her side. She rolled as best she could to get away, but all for not. My hand stayed anchored where it was as I continued with gentle rib kneads. I couldn't help but laugh myself, watching her trying to fight off both my dog and my attack at the same time. I released her side to catch her breath but my tickling thirst was reborn and needed to be quenched. I wasn't going to stop now.
I purposely positioned myself across her legs for my next attack. She never saw it coming. My hand reached under the blanket and saught out the bottom of her foot. Her reaction was classic and most memorable. I no more then began to spider her sole, and she became unglued. Her eyes went wide for a second, and her mouth made a perfect O as she let out the initial howl. What made it funny was the fact that after the initial scratch, J did most of the work trying to get her foot away. All I did was sit there holding my hand still and she did the rest. She was moving her foot up and down, causing my fingers to go from heel to the ball of her foot, which really wasn't a smart defensive attempt on her part. The more she moved, the harder she laughed. I simply sat there enjoying myself, and couldn't take my eyes off her face at her reaction. It had been some time, since I'd seen a reaction like that one! Her laughter was non-stop as she continually went from a lying position to a sitting one, then back to lying again. A perfect ticklish reaction I figured.
Despite her best efforts I soon hit paydirt and was able to remove the sock that provided no protection. Her energy was renewed as I began gently sweeping my fingers up and down her overly sensitve skin. What amazed me was the laughter never let up. It never went silent or weakened from the tickling as is often the case. I was mesmerised with the fight in her. After a few minutes, she was somehow able to muster enough energy to talk in broken sentences. "Please!" She would howl as she sat up, desperately trying to grab my arms. "Please! No more!" I just smiled at her. "I'm not doing anything," I stated honestly. "It's your doing that's causing this." I wasn't really lying to her. After all it was her movements causing the ticklish reaction. I managed to find a very sensitive spot just around the instep and concentrated my index finger there for a few moments. She simply fell back onto the couch howling in laughter, eyes shut tight. Her leg would shake from time to time as if being electrocuted. I finally took my hand away, but remained where I was. Her laughter eased up as she lay there helpless, desperately trying to catch her breath.
Finally she was able to look at me. "You're mean." she stated simply, but I could see no anger in her blue eyes. I simply gave her an evil smile in return, patted the top of her foot, and stood up to go back to my comfy chair. "Well one thing is for sure," she said panting a little, as she placed her sock on again. "I'm definately not chilly anymore." I watched her carefully for a couple minutes. She seemed different then from when she first arrived. She looked content for some reason. Relaxed. A strange thing to say maybe but it almost as if some if not most of the stress over the past few weeks had been released in those few minutes.
You know I don't know if that will ever happen again. Because as I've said these opportunities just don't present themselves like they used to anymore. But it was a moment that I probably won't forget for a long time to come...
So that's it that's all. Hopefully you guys have enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed reliving it in my head. By the way, I do enjoy writing so if anyone has any comments or suggestions on how to improve my stories, I'm always open to new suggestions.
Thanks for reading.
First, Toronto rocks regardless of their performance, and B) that was AWESOMELY described! :ggrin: Kind of seems like what I might do if someone ever touched my feet - which no one EVER has I'm pretty sure 'cause they're NOT ALLOWED!!!! 
