nessonite1
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I stand by my opinion that true stories are best. If you're into lavish exagerations, go find fiction. You want to know what really happened, it's right here. It was first written as an email so pardon the unpolished way in which it reads.
I thought this may be of interest to you. I can't go into much play by play detail because it's all sort of a blur however. 🙂
Tonight I took a chance and asked hubby point blank if he would get me. He said sure but didn't do anything
right away. Then our 2 year old walked over and said "Shoes off!" So he helped her take her shoes off. Well if that's the only way to get a response around here...
So I lay down on the bed on my stomach and waved my feet in the air. "Shoes off!" I called out. He came over and pulled my shoes (hiking boots actually) off. "Socks off!" I told him.
He pulled off my socks and I suddenly felt quite cold and quite vulnerable.
He lay sideways across the bed with his arm over my legs. He clamped down, effectively trapping my feet, and I was in heaven. 🙂
He went right for the gold, scratching at the soles of my feet and I was thankful he doesn't have very long nails. I let out a rather loud shreek and tried to pull away. Of course, I didn't want to get away, I was mostly checking to make sure he had me good and truly stuck which is the way I like to be. 🙂 He continued tickling furiously, without slowing or giving me an inch of moving room for a good long time as I howled with laugter, letting out a scream any time he hit an especially sensitive spot. I know at some point he concentrated on my toes which are VERY ticklish. For some reason I am especially ticklish on the tops of my three smallest toes (and I expect you to forget that bit of information right now) and he just about killed me with that. Fortunatly he likes to move around a lot. 🙂
He also hit a fantastic spot that I didn't even know was very ticklish and that is on the back of my ankle sort of on the outer side. After a time I must have gotten a little desensitized because I was no longer screaming but just giggling feverishly into the
pillows. That's when he brought out a retractable ball point pen. Yikes!! If my feet thought they were starting to withstand the tickling they were dead wrong! As soon as he broke that out I was writhing like mad trying to get away. He tried the pen both retracted and with the writing bit out and retracted seemed to work better (the pen was a little too sharp). In fact looking at my foot for the first time now I see that I have scribbles all over my right sole. I will have to send you a picture!
My new found energy caused him to need to hold me tighter and he desided to do something to further restrict my movement. This came in the form of getting a grip higher on my legs and tickling the backs of my knees. Now normally my knees and legs are highly ticklish but I thought through the tough denim of my jeans
that it would be less so. WRONG! I collapsed into the pillows again, giggling like a damn fool and beating my fists against the mattress.
At some point he hit an especially good series of spots because I managed to twist halfway around and grab his shirt, pulling it out of his pants in a desperate attempt to pull him off of me. However in my weakened state I did nothing more than mess up his clothing before falling back down, resigning to my fate.
I don't remember what it was that finally made him stop. I think the baby had had enough of watching mommy's torture (she was laughing at me the whole time and occasionally jumping on my back) and wanted to do something else.
I know 25 minutes doesn't sound like much. But when it's you being tickled half to death it's like an eternity!
Anyway,my sick friends, I thought you would like an account of what happened tonight. It was by far the best foot tickling I have gotten in ages, maybe the best cencentrated tickling I have ever gotten. When he was through I was dizzy, sort of nauseated, had a headache, and I had a very hard time walking. But god was it worth it. I sketched a picture real quick of what it looked like (pardon the quality, it's about 1 minute with my Wacom tablet).
I am attaching that picture to this post as well as a photograph taken of me the next morning. Anyway, I thought it was about time I contributed something in here...I hope you enjoyed it! This happened some time last week and hopefully I will have more good stuff soon.
I thought this may be of interest to you. I can't go into much play by play detail because it's all sort of a blur however. 🙂
Tonight I took a chance and asked hubby point blank if he would get me. He said sure but didn't do anything
right away. Then our 2 year old walked over and said "Shoes off!" So he helped her take her shoes off. Well if that's the only way to get a response around here...
So I lay down on the bed on my stomach and waved my feet in the air. "Shoes off!" I called out. He came over and pulled my shoes (hiking boots actually) off. "Socks off!" I told him.
He pulled off my socks and I suddenly felt quite cold and quite vulnerable.
He lay sideways across the bed with his arm over my legs. He clamped down, effectively trapping my feet, and I was in heaven. 🙂
He went right for the gold, scratching at the soles of my feet and I was thankful he doesn't have very long nails. I let out a rather loud shreek and tried to pull away. Of course, I didn't want to get away, I was mostly checking to make sure he had me good and truly stuck which is the way I like to be. 🙂 He continued tickling furiously, without slowing or giving me an inch of moving room for a good long time as I howled with laugter, letting out a scream any time he hit an especially sensitive spot. I know at some point he concentrated on my toes which are VERY ticklish. For some reason I am especially ticklish on the tops of my three smallest toes (and I expect you to forget that bit of information right now) and he just about killed me with that. Fortunatly he likes to move around a lot. 🙂
He also hit a fantastic spot that I didn't even know was very ticklish and that is on the back of my ankle sort of on the outer side. After a time I must have gotten a little desensitized because I was no longer screaming but just giggling feverishly into the
pillows. That's when he brought out a retractable ball point pen. Yikes!! If my feet thought they were starting to withstand the tickling they were dead wrong! As soon as he broke that out I was writhing like mad trying to get away. He tried the pen both retracted and with the writing bit out and retracted seemed to work better (the pen was a little too sharp). In fact looking at my foot for the first time now I see that I have scribbles all over my right sole. I will have to send you a picture!
My new found energy caused him to need to hold me tighter and he desided to do something to further restrict my movement. This came in the form of getting a grip higher on my legs and tickling the backs of my knees. Now normally my knees and legs are highly ticklish but I thought through the tough denim of my jeans
that it would be less so. WRONG! I collapsed into the pillows again, giggling like a damn fool and beating my fists against the mattress.
At some point he hit an especially good series of spots because I managed to twist halfway around and grab his shirt, pulling it out of his pants in a desperate attempt to pull him off of me. However in my weakened state I did nothing more than mess up his clothing before falling back down, resigning to my fate.
I don't remember what it was that finally made him stop. I think the baby had had enough of watching mommy's torture (she was laughing at me the whole time and occasionally jumping on my back) and wanted to do something else.
I know 25 minutes doesn't sound like much. But when it's you being tickled half to death it's like an eternity!
Anyway,my sick friends, I thought you would like an account of what happened tonight. It was by far the best foot tickling I have gotten in ages, maybe the best cencentrated tickling I have ever gotten. When he was through I was dizzy, sort of nauseated, had a headache, and I had a very hard time walking. But god was it worth it. I sketched a picture real quick of what it looked like (pardon the quality, it's about 1 minute with my Wacom tablet).
I am attaching that picture to this post as well as a photograph taken of me the next morning. Anyway, I thought it was about time I contributed something in here...I hope you enjoyed it! This happened some time last week and hopefully I will have more good stuff soon.
