Hello TMF. I've been lurking around here for the best part of a decade, so I figure it is about time I contribute something back to the community.
The subject of my story is my wife. We have been together for a good few years now, and I definitely feel that I lucked out from the perspective of a guy with an unusual appreciation of tickling. It's not the only department by any means, but it is the one this story is about. She is definitely the most sensitive person I have ever had the pleasure of tickling, from head to toe. There is literally pretty much nowhere on her body which will not get her laughing fairly hard if tickled for any real length of time.
Because she is so ticklish, and doesn't much enjoy being tickled, it is rare for me to have the opportunity to give her more than a fleeting tickle before she protects herself - she's tall, works out and is physically stronger than me. This morning was one of those days I was lucky enough to give her a little more prolonged tickling.
Last night, she told me before we went to bed that she had to get up at the same time I did, and that I should, "Prod her into getting out of bed," the next day to make sure she didn't sleep in. Naturally, I chose to interpret her words as literally as possible.
So this morning came, I hop out of bed and take a shower a few minutes after the alarm goes off. I dry off, dress, poke my head into the bedroom and remind my wife to get up. She grumbles and rolls over. Being a good sport I go brush my teeth and get ready, giving her ample chance to get up if she wants to, before returning.
Still feeling a little nervous and slightly guilty about what I'm planning, I ask her again to get up, shaking her legs a little, that sort of thing. By now she is fairly awake, but doesn't want to get out of bed - it has been really cold lately and she's very cozy.
Eventually I figure it is time to put my plan into motion. I start off by sitting at her feet, which are still covered by a couple of fairly thick blankets. As I mentioned above, my wife is very ticklish all over. However, she is by far most ticklish on her feet. As one of those guys (who seem to be so frequent on these forums) with something of a preference for both tickling and feet, this pleases me greatly. She has told me before that while she can kind of handle being tickled elsewhere, having her feet tickled is quite unbearable for her. Of course, this makes them the perfect vehicle for getting her out of bed. For those who are interested, I think my wife has size 9 feet, with long, slender toes. Edit: I attached an image below. Cute, huh?
So I start out slowly, grabbing her toes and feet through the covers. Since the bedding is pretty thick this has barely any effect, though it does cause her to move her feet around a bit to hide them from my prying. This goes on for a minute or two, but the most reaction I can get out of her is the odd sharp inhalation of breath... not really very satisfying for me, and she isn't budging yet.
So I proceed to place my hands underneath the two blankets, leaving only a soft bedsheet protecting her bare feet. I don't go under the sheet because I know my hands will feel really cold against her skin, and while amusing that isn't the effect I'm going for.
She doesn't realise what I'm doing - she is still snugged up and probably making snarky remarks about my inability to get her out of bed. I fish around a little under the covers before finding a foot. I give it a quick tickle around the ball of the foot, somewhat under her toes. The reaction is instant - a squeak and the foot is pulled away. I continue my persuit, feeling around to find either foot now. I get in a few quick tickles here and there, and she is giggling now and whining a little about my unfair tactics.
She keeps trying to hide her feet, first pulling them up closer to her body, then stretching them away to another part of the bed as I continue with quick tickles. Eventually she places a foot back right at the bottom of the bed in front of me, and I am able to grasp an ankle with one hand and tickle away at her arch for a moment with the other. She laughs harder and kicks away from my hands; I'm not grasping too hard as I don't really want to torture her or anything, this is just playful after all.
The last tickle has basically done for her though, and she moves her feet to the side of the bed, where they poke out invitingly. Since she still isn't rushing to get up I give them another quick tickle to the undersides of her pink bare toes which is all it takes to make her giggle and place her feet on the ground, getting out of bed in the process.
She is a little dejected about 'losing' to me, so I give her a hug, kiss and a little back rub before I leave for work. I'm twenty minutes late, but boy was it worth it.
The subject of my story is my wife. We have been together for a good few years now, and I definitely feel that I lucked out from the perspective of a guy with an unusual appreciation of tickling. It's not the only department by any means, but it is the one this story is about. She is definitely the most sensitive person I have ever had the pleasure of tickling, from head to toe. There is literally pretty much nowhere on her body which will not get her laughing fairly hard if tickled for any real length of time.
Because she is so ticklish, and doesn't much enjoy being tickled, it is rare for me to have the opportunity to give her more than a fleeting tickle before she protects herself - she's tall, works out and is physically stronger than me. This morning was one of those days I was lucky enough to give her a little more prolonged tickling.
Last night, she told me before we went to bed that she had to get up at the same time I did, and that I should, "Prod her into getting out of bed," the next day to make sure she didn't sleep in. Naturally, I chose to interpret her words as literally as possible.
So this morning came, I hop out of bed and take a shower a few minutes after the alarm goes off. I dry off, dress, poke my head into the bedroom and remind my wife to get up. She grumbles and rolls over. Being a good sport I go brush my teeth and get ready, giving her ample chance to get up if she wants to, before returning.
Still feeling a little nervous and slightly guilty about what I'm planning, I ask her again to get up, shaking her legs a little, that sort of thing. By now she is fairly awake, but doesn't want to get out of bed - it has been really cold lately and she's very cozy.
Eventually I figure it is time to put my plan into motion. I start off by sitting at her feet, which are still covered by a couple of fairly thick blankets. As I mentioned above, my wife is very ticklish all over. However, she is by far most ticklish on her feet. As one of those guys (who seem to be so frequent on these forums) with something of a preference for both tickling and feet, this pleases me greatly. She has told me before that while she can kind of handle being tickled elsewhere, having her feet tickled is quite unbearable for her. Of course, this makes them the perfect vehicle for getting her out of bed. For those who are interested, I think my wife has size 9 feet, with long, slender toes. Edit: I attached an image below. Cute, huh?
So I start out slowly, grabbing her toes and feet through the covers. Since the bedding is pretty thick this has barely any effect, though it does cause her to move her feet around a bit to hide them from my prying. This goes on for a minute or two, but the most reaction I can get out of her is the odd sharp inhalation of breath... not really very satisfying for me, and she isn't budging yet.
So I proceed to place my hands underneath the two blankets, leaving only a soft bedsheet protecting her bare feet. I don't go under the sheet because I know my hands will feel really cold against her skin, and while amusing that isn't the effect I'm going for.
She doesn't realise what I'm doing - she is still snugged up and probably making snarky remarks about my inability to get her out of bed. I fish around a little under the covers before finding a foot. I give it a quick tickle around the ball of the foot, somewhat under her toes. The reaction is instant - a squeak and the foot is pulled away. I continue my persuit, feeling around to find either foot now. I get in a few quick tickles here and there, and she is giggling now and whining a little about my unfair tactics.
She keeps trying to hide her feet, first pulling them up closer to her body, then stretching them away to another part of the bed as I continue with quick tickles. Eventually she places a foot back right at the bottom of the bed in front of me, and I am able to grasp an ankle with one hand and tickle away at her arch for a moment with the other. She laughs harder and kicks away from my hands; I'm not grasping too hard as I don't really want to torture her or anything, this is just playful after all.
The last tickle has basically done for her though, and she moves her feet to the side of the bed, where they poke out invitingly. Since she still isn't rushing to get up I give them another quick tickle to the undersides of her pink bare toes which is all it takes to make her giggle and place her feet on the ground, getting out of bed in the process.
She is a little dejected about 'losing' to me, so I give her a hug, kiss and a little back rub before I leave for work. I'm twenty minutes late, but boy was it worth it.
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