princess-tickle
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Hi all. I'm new to this forum and I thought I'd start off by enlightening you with the story that inspired me in tickling and encouraged me on a search for a community who loveds tickling as much as I do. 
First I'll introduce myself. I'm known to all my friends as Princess. I'm 20 years of age and I've only really just begun discovering my love for tickling. 😱 I really owe it to my gorgeous boyfriend, who's name I will keep unidentified. Let's just call him... Spunk
, who still has no idea the wonders that tickling does for me!
Spunk discovered that I was ticklish during our early dating days which begun about 2 years ago. As I grew up in a rather upper class family, touching and physical play was not common, which could explain why it's taken me this long to realise how much I love being tickled
.
Spunk and I met in High School and had a few classes together and we were introduced through friends, we were both 18 and didn't have much of an age gap between us. Sparks flew and we clicked like vegemite on toast
.
In our last year, we spent many an afternoon 'studying' in the private soundproof rooms of the school library. Spunk memorised a lot of his notes for Chem by writing equations and formulas on his hands and arms. I was never really one for body art but when I failed to grasp the concept of the octet rule, Spunk decided to gently etch it onto my arm in extra big letters to help me out. I had no idea what was coming for me when his ballpoint glided slickly down my arm and back up again
.
My arm, as though it had a mind of its own, retracted away from the pen as I shuddered and let a small giggle escape from my mouth. Spunk looked at me slightly startled but almost a split second later, a huge grin spread across his rugged face 😛.
"What's wrong?
", he asked me. I was a little confused as I'd never really felt the sensation before. Spunk attempted to continue writing on my arm but I couldn't handle the feeling. I tried to shrug it off but then he asked me the question I've come to develop a love/hate relationship with 🙄.
"Is someone a little bit ticklish hey?", he taunted with with an evil look in his eye
. Of course, I answered with a no, with a little play in my voice. Although I was feeling a little uncomfortable at this point, I was more excited about finding out what would happen next. I didn't have enough time to think about it before he sat on the chair to right, grabbed my right arm and put it around his shoulders, leaning back against the wall and locking it tight 
.
I tried pull free but his large hand came out of no where and kneaded and bounced, gently and playfully up and down my side
. I squealed in surprise and very soon peeled into giggles and feeble attempts begging him to stop, which just ended up as babbly noises and uncontrollable laughter.
I could totally tell he was enjoying himself watching me writh around trying in desparation to get away. After what felt like a lifetime, he let me off and I shifted towards the other side of the table and attempted to kick him a few times in the shins for being so cheeky
. He slid his chair back to avoid the blows and his pen conveniently fell to the floor.
Spunk reached down to get his pen (or so I thought!) and made a grab for my foot!
I tried to wriggle it out of his grasp but he dived on it and had it secured in his arm. Now both he and I were all over the floor. I had a feeling about what was coming next as I felt his fingers dig down the back of shoe as it slid off. I was hot and bothered by all the wrestling so the socks my feet were understandably wet and my foot soft and smooth. He teased me again, asking if my feet were ticklish. I just replied with the fact I didn't know, although I probably could have guessed with 100% certainty that yes, my feet were definitely ticklish as he peeled my sock off my foot, ever so slowly and gently 
. I was in fits of giggles at this time, I can't remember if it was the anticipation of the feeling of his fingers stroking lightly as my sock was removed 😛. Probably both. But before I knew it his fingers were scratching and gliding all over the bottom of my foot ever smooth foot.
We must have struggled and moved one heck of a lot because we ended next to the room entrance, with me kicking the door and squealing my lungs out involuntarily as I was almost in tears from the torturous (but pleasurable) tickling
.
Just minutes later, the librarian knocked on the door to come and see what all the fuss was about because she had heard bumping and thudding coming from the room. When she found us on the floor, the room a mess, she told us to take our hanky panky elsewhere, as the library was for study only
.
Well, I can honestly say that although not a huge amount of chemistry was learnt, it was a study session I will never forget. As we walked out, I shoved my way playfully past Spunk, who was smirking cheekily as his study gear fell out of his arms and back onto the ground
.
"I'll get you later you rascal", he whispered in my ear with a quick jab to my ribs. Little did I know, that was the beginning of the two years worth of tickling adventures to come! 
First I'll introduce myself. I'm known to all my friends as Princess. I'm 20 years of age and I've only really just begun discovering my love for tickling. 😱 I really owe it to my gorgeous boyfriend, who's name I will keep unidentified. Let's just call him... Spunk
, who still has no idea the wonders that tickling does for me! Spunk discovered that I was ticklish during our early dating days which begun about 2 years ago. As I grew up in a rather upper class family, touching and physical play was not common, which could explain why it's taken me this long to realise how much I love being tickled
. Spunk and I met in High School and had a few classes together and we were introduced through friends, we were both 18 and didn't have much of an age gap between us. Sparks flew and we clicked like vegemite on toast
.In our last year, we spent many an afternoon 'studying' in the private soundproof rooms of the school library. Spunk memorised a lot of his notes for Chem by writing equations and formulas on his hands and arms. I was never really one for body art but when I failed to grasp the concept of the octet rule, Spunk decided to gently etch it onto my arm in extra big letters to help me out. I had no idea what was coming for me when his ballpoint glided slickly down my arm and back up again
. My arm, as though it had a mind of its own, retracted away from the pen as I shuddered and let a small giggle escape from my mouth. Spunk looked at me slightly startled but almost a split second later, a huge grin spread across his rugged face 😛.
"What's wrong?
", he asked me. I was a little confused as I'd never really felt the sensation before. Spunk attempted to continue writing on my arm but I couldn't handle the feeling. I tried to shrug it off but then he asked me the question I've come to develop a love/hate relationship with 🙄. "Is someone a little bit ticklish hey?", he taunted with with an evil look in his eye
. Of course, I answered with a no, with a little play in my voice. Although I was feeling a little uncomfortable at this point, I was more excited about finding out what would happen next. I didn't have enough time to think about it before he sat on the chair to right, grabbed my right arm and put it around his shoulders, leaning back against the wall and locking it tight . I tried pull free but his large hand came out of no where and kneaded and bounced, gently and playfully up and down my side
. I squealed in surprise and very soon peeled into giggles and feeble attempts begging him to stop, which just ended up as babbly noises and uncontrollable laughter. I could totally tell he was enjoying himself watching me writh around trying in desparation to get away. After what felt like a lifetime, he let me off and I shifted towards the other side of the table and attempted to kick him a few times in the shins for being so cheeky
. He slid his chair back to avoid the blows and his pen conveniently fell to the floor. Spunk reached down to get his pen (or so I thought!) and made a grab for my foot!
I tried to wriggle it out of his grasp but he dived on it and had it secured in his arm. Now both he and I were all over the floor. I had a feeling about what was coming next as I felt his fingers dig down the back of shoe as it slid off. I was hot and bothered by all the wrestling so the socks my feet were understandably wet and my foot soft and smooth. He teased me again, asking if my feet were ticklish. I just replied with the fact I didn't know, although I probably could have guessed with 100% certainty that yes, my feet were definitely ticklish as he peeled my sock off my foot, ever so slowly and gently . I was in fits of giggles at this time, I can't remember if it was the anticipation of the feeling of his fingers stroking lightly as my sock was removed 😛. Probably both. But before I knew it his fingers were scratching and gliding all over the bottom of my foot ever smooth foot. We must have struggled and moved one heck of a lot because we ended next to the room entrance, with me kicking the door and squealing my lungs out involuntarily as I was almost in tears from the torturous (but pleasurable) tickling
. Just minutes later, the librarian knocked on the door to come and see what all the fuss was about because she had heard bumping and thudding coming from the room. When she found us on the floor, the room a mess, she told us to take our hanky panky elsewhere, as the library was for study only
. Well, I can honestly say that although not a huge amount of chemistry was learnt, it was a study session I will never forget. As we walked out, I shoved my way playfully past Spunk, who was smirking cheekily as his study gear fell out of his arms and back onto the ground
. "I'll get you later you rascal", he whispered in my ear with a quick jab to my ribs
. Little did I know, that was the beginning of the two years worth of tickling adventures to come! 
in the library! why you student you! 
....LOL mwhaha only jk! 
a great story XD i'm so glad you got such an evil bf to keep you inline princess heh! thanks for sharing this wicked story 
ed up. I hope that you will have other 
ing stories to share with us.
