tickledcrazy
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I typically look for the true nylon stories to share with you folks, but this one couldn't go unshared.
My wife had been wearing sandals for the better part of the summer and her feet were getting rough. I bought her a parafin wax spa for her feet and she finally decided to use it tonight. We were both on the sofa and she dunked her feet in the wax and then put the bags over them that were provided with the spa. After about twenty minutes, she decided it was time to take off the wax, but she was having a problem doing it on her own. She plopped her left foot in my lap and asked that I help. I couldn't believe it. My wife is ultra ticklish on her feet and usually doesn't even let me rubb them.
I put a small wastecan on the floor and started to peel the wax. I got a few giggles from her. When the large pieces were off, I told her that I needed to scrape at her feet and that she should probably brace herself. I fully expected that she would say no and tell me that she would do it herself. Instead, she braced against the sofa and told me to do it quickly.
I started scraping at her heels and, although she giggled again, it didn't really tickle her. She told me that it wasn't that bad. Her tune changed, though, when I got to her arch and mid sole. She started to laugh and kept telling me to hurry as it was getting unbearable. I continued to scrape, partially to get the wax off, mostly because I was having a blast.
When I got under her toes, I actually had to hold her ankle against mt knee. She was laughing and thrashing. Even though the wax was gone, I continued to scratch at the newly exposed, super-soft skin at the base of her toes for a good ten minutes while she tried to kick and continued to laugh hysterically. When I finally let her go, she seemed both releived and nervous knowing that I had a second foot to do.
I pulled the plastic bag off her right foot and got right to work. It seemed that no matter where I scraped from her heel to her toes, this foot was much more sensitive. I spent about fifteen minutes on the right foot, again, even after the wax was gone. Her feet were incredibly soft and smooth.
I quit before she lost her breath. Although I asked her when she wanted to do it again, I think she'd ratehr retire the sandals than undergo another spa treatment like that.
My wife had been wearing sandals for the better part of the summer and her feet were getting rough. I bought her a parafin wax spa for her feet and she finally decided to use it tonight. We were both on the sofa and she dunked her feet in the wax and then put the bags over them that were provided with the spa. After about twenty minutes, she decided it was time to take off the wax, but she was having a problem doing it on her own. She plopped her left foot in my lap and asked that I help. I couldn't believe it. My wife is ultra ticklish on her feet and usually doesn't even let me rubb them.
I put a small wastecan on the floor and started to peel the wax. I got a few giggles from her. When the large pieces were off, I told her that I needed to scrape at her feet and that she should probably brace herself. I fully expected that she would say no and tell me that she would do it herself. Instead, she braced against the sofa and told me to do it quickly.
I started scraping at her heels and, although she giggled again, it didn't really tickle her. She told me that it wasn't that bad. Her tune changed, though, when I got to her arch and mid sole. She started to laugh and kept telling me to hurry as it was getting unbearable. I continued to scrape, partially to get the wax off, mostly because I was having a blast.
When I got under her toes, I actually had to hold her ankle against mt knee. She was laughing and thrashing. Even though the wax was gone, I continued to scratch at the newly exposed, super-soft skin at the base of her toes for a good ten minutes while she tried to kick and continued to laugh hysterically. When I finally let her go, she seemed both releived and nervous knowing that I had a second foot to do.
I pulled the plastic bag off her right foot and got right to work. It seemed that no matter where I scraped from her heel to her toes, this foot was much more sensitive. I spent about fifteen minutes on the right foot, again, even after the wax was gone. Her feet were incredibly soft and smooth.
I quit before she lost her breath. Although I asked her when she wanted to do it again, I think she'd ratehr retire the sandals than undergo another spa treatment like that.
