I was going to post something else but someone asked me about this story so......let me give a warning, this has an ending that is not my thing, I want to get that out there right away......it's some people's thing but not mine.......This was written (badly) a long time ago, so I'm using the original as the template, and adjusting stuff as I go........
I went out for a very brief time with this girl from Texas. We were working at the same store, this was the same store that I wrote about a little while ago..."The Power of the 'lee", I was one of the managers, but we were all around the same age, we're all in our early/mid-early/late twenties.
So....we'll call her, um, Regan, heheh.....yeah, let's call her Regan...........anyways....she had long, long straight honey blonde hair, and really fair skin, a real white girl, lol.....and she was very sweet, and giggly....and a good worker (remember, I'm the manager, lol).....I have to say, straight out, everyone has their preferences, but I'm a brunette guy. So....I think at first, she was just another girl who worked in the store, pretty or no pretty. But - as we all know how it happens - the power of a 'lee to attract....listen to how this went down:
Like every other girl in the store, I would poke and tickle her from time to time, walking by, or if they're a carrying a box of apparel and I'm walking behind them, that was a favorite move. Going up stairs, even better, lol.
***warning: sneaky brag *** ***warning sneaky brag***
I found out through the gossipy grapevine that is a bunch of girls working together..she liked me. I liked everybody. lol. But a ticklish girl who likes you......and you're single.....that arches your eyebrow. If you're a 'ler that is.
But still, don't want to jump into anything too quick......after all, there were lots of ticklish girls there, and as adorable as she was, I'm not sure the personal chemistry for the long haul was there, and you don't want to mess up the vibe where you work just to get some. And besides....I was already tickling her. I already I had what I wanted.
Ah, the power of a 'lee. Look how she got me hooked, how she got me to jump from maybe....to I-must -have-that-girl.......
One time, I remember she was steaming a garment and as I walked past her I poked her in the side, just one poke, and she squirmed away giggling and blurted out.... "I like that!".
What did she just say? I was in mid-brisk walk when I poked her, and I was way past her, looking back at her when she threw that in there. I turned my head back forward to where I was walking....a long hallway......my heart beating......my mind racing......"I like that"?
But the clincher.....the absolute clincher....... (in fact it might have been soon after this last incident, possibly within minutes)... she happened to tell a story to me AND a group of other girls who were busy working how her ex boyfriend had once tied her arms above her head when she was asleep, woke her up and tickled her silly. She said that she had begged him not to tickle her feet. Yes, you just read that right, ladies and gentlefiends. It sounds like something someone made up....like something out of the "True Stories" forum, lol......but that's what she said, and to be honest, I wish I could remember everyone else's reaction, because I know my reaction was to just about pass out.
I had to have her. I had to know more about how she "liked" it. I had to know about her worst spot, which she volunteered without any prompting. And I had to know the full story of this ex-boyfriend and that fateful night when she awoke to find herself tied...and tickled. What kind of world are we living in???!!.....I had to find out.
I stepped up the flirting and I'd say within days we were fooling around, and I was staying over her place every other night. She was awesome. She's whip up a chicken-fried steak at any hour. She was very giving and available. We had a lot of fun together. But we were not quite a perfect match. I need a bit of the artist, you know what I mean? Someone's who's too hot to handle, and burns me alive, lol. She was a very nice, sweet girl. She ended up meeting a cop a little after me and I believe they got married so...alls well that ends well. For her. lol.
So anyways...... me being me, I would tickle her all the time. Big surprise, right? I can't tell you much other than I just think of us in her loft bed, her getting tickled in her own bed....all night long.......in between long bouts of sex, lol. And chicken-fried steaks. lol That's our fling in a nutshell. And singing "Schoolhouse Rock" in bed. lol.
The only thing was that her feet were totally off limits...she'd play around and giggle and be the perfect 'lee......but as soon as I went to her feet, she'd start screaming bloody murder, punching, kicking.....she had long long legs, she was tall, in fact, I think she was taller than me......her shoe size was 9 so........anyways, it was impossible. Not difficult, simply impossible. And I got the message, especially when tickling her anywhere else was beautiful, sexy and without bloody murder shreiking.
***ok, warning: this next story starts hot, ends gross and sad, at least to me, so be warned. Plus....I have to include some sexual stuff since it comes to bear at the tail end, but.....whatever, we're all grown ups.......
One night, I finally broached the subject about her being tied up by her ex boyfriend. I had to know the story, what the experience was....I had to find out if he was one of me (he wasn't).......I just had to hear her talk about it for the sexiness of it.......All the time I was sitting there next to her on the couch watching fucking "Friends", I was just biding my time until I could glean this story out. Because you don't usually hear a story like that in polite in conversation....or maybe girls talk like this all the time, what do I know?
So....it turned out he was a psycho (as this story might reveal) and ended up stalking her, and one reason she'd moved to New York was to get away from himi and yadda yadda yadda.....but she did tell me the story and as I said, for some, this might be a holy grail kind of story. She told it calmly, slowly, and in great detail, it was obviously a very vivid memory.
She was sleeping, and she woke up to find herself tied, arms above her head and both legs tied together at the ankle. She was nude. He was sitting on top of her, grinning. She smiled and asked what he was doing. He started tickling her right in both armpits and she went hysterical. He just lingered there and slowly started moving down her sides. She said the more he went down, ever so gradually, the more ticklish she'd feel...the dread and anticipation would electrify the impending regions. I asked her if she was turned on or anything and she said that yes, it was kind of sexy being so helpless. She said he took his sweet time (her verbatim words).
So he kept working down and spent alot of time on her sides and stomach. But then he started tickling slowly down her legs and she said she suddenly knew what was coming. She started to beg him not to tickle her feet, way before he ever got there......but he didn't say anything, he would not say anything no matter what she begged for.....he just continued slowly dragging his fingers down her legs, making sure to tickle every inch of her, with one steady trajectory, one inevitable target. Or should I say...two inevitable targets.
He turned around and straddled her legs at the ankles, locking them in, even though she was already tied and, in her own words, "he just went to town" and tickled her poor feet, driving her so crazy that she said she couldn't even get words out. But she was so ticklish......and he tickled her so much, and so bad.....poor thing, she lost total control.....and she actually wet the bed.
At that he stopped. And it snapped me out of it, also. I said oh my god.....what hapened then? Were you mad? Were you angry?? And she said she was just really embarrassed. He didn't say anything, through the whole thing, he didn't say anything. He never did it again.
The whole time she was telling me the story, I was at the edge of my seat, obviously enraptured. But when she got the ending, I just put my arm around her and kissed her hair, and treated her real nice. I felt bad for her, angry at him.
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But..... lopping off the ending, she told me the story again, during sex, whispering it in my ear.......and when it was all over, and I had risen and fallen and was burned to the ground, wrecked rubble, catching my breath, she sat up looking over me, smiling gently and understanding, caressing my forehead.....and asked:
"so....how long have you been into tickling?...."
And do you know what I did? Do you know what the imbecile who tells you this story did?
I lied. "I'm not into tickling....but there's something really sexy about the way YOU react to tickling......with every girl it's something different!".
What a bullshit artist. Or maybe not. I was told once, during the death throes of a long-term relationship "....maybe you shouldn't tell anybody about it."
But it wasn't until this day, now, typing this up, that I allowed myself to consider: maybe SHE was into it, too, had been all along, and was coming out to me! Probably not, but.....she couldn't have been sweeter or more understanding the way she said it, completely non-judgmental. But I was so caught, and in that moment when you're coming down from the rush of sex.......i was not ready to think straight, I made a snap decision....and maybe it was the wrong one.
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Anyways.....I finally did get her feet in a really nice, civilized(!) kind of way. She was doing on her couch doing yoga, and she was doing this position where she puts her back and legs over her head (which is down on the ground....kind of like a sideways J....with her legs extended over the arm of the couch), so I went to her soles, and because of this compromised position, all I had to do was gently rest my hand over her ankles and sprinkled tickles right in the middle of her soles, causing her to not scream and shriek as she always did..... but to simply giggle gorgeously and urgently and finally surrender, as if she knew that she was caught and there was no defense, and all she could do was sit back, feel the tickling and let the laughter out. I, being merciful, let her go after about 10 seconds, but it was enough to let me see for myself.
Eventually, I realized I had gotten everything I had wanted from this girl, everything I had signed up for, she had delivered.......and so I moved on, like a scoundrel.
I went out for a very brief time with this girl from Texas. We were working at the same store, this was the same store that I wrote about a little while ago..."The Power of the 'lee", I was one of the managers, but we were all around the same age, we're all in our early/mid-early/late twenties.
So....we'll call her, um, Regan, heheh.....yeah, let's call her Regan...........anyways....she had long, long straight honey blonde hair, and really fair skin, a real white girl, lol.....and she was very sweet, and giggly....and a good worker (remember, I'm the manager, lol).....I have to say, straight out, everyone has their preferences, but I'm a brunette guy. So....I think at first, she was just another girl who worked in the store, pretty or no pretty. But - as we all know how it happens - the power of a 'lee to attract....listen to how this went down:
Like every other girl in the store, I would poke and tickle her from time to time, walking by, or if they're a carrying a box of apparel and I'm walking behind them, that was a favorite move. Going up stairs, even better, lol.
***warning: sneaky brag *** ***warning sneaky brag***
I found out through the gossipy grapevine that is a bunch of girls working together..she liked me. I liked everybody. lol. But a ticklish girl who likes you......and you're single.....that arches your eyebrow. If you're a 'ler that is.
But still, don't want to jump into anything too quick......after all, there were lots of ticklish girls there, and as adorable as she was, I'm not sure the personal chemistry for the long haul was there, and you don't want to mess up the vibe where you work just to get some. And besides....I was already tickling her. I already I had what I wanted.
Ah, the power of a 'lee. Look how she got me hooked, how she got me to jump from maybe....to I-must -have-that-girl.......
One time, I remember she was steaming a garment and as I walked past her I poked her in the side, just one poke, and she squirmed away giggling and blurted out.... "I like that!".
What did she just say? I was in mid-brisk walk when I poked her, and I was way past her, looking back at her when she threw that in there. I turned my head back forward to where I was walking....a long hallway......my heart beating......my mind racing......"I like that"?
But the clincher.....the absolute clincher....... (in fact it might have been soon after this last incident, possibly within minutes)... she happened to tell a story to me AND a group of other girls who were busy working how her ex boyfriend had once tied her arms above her head when she was asleep, woke her up and tickled her silly. She said that she had begged him not to tickle her feet. Yes, you just read that right, ladies and gentlefiends. It sounds like something someone made up....like something out of the "True Stories" forum, lol......but that's what she said, and to be honest, I wish I could remember everyone else's reaction, because I know my reaction was to just about pass out.
I had to have her. I had to know more about how she "liked" it. I had to know about her worst spot, which she volunteered without any prompting. And I had to know the full story of this ex-boyfriend and that fateful night when she awoke to find herself tied...and tickled. What kind of world are we living in???!!.....I had to find out.
I stepped up the flirting and I'd say within days we were fooling around, and I was staying over her place every other night. She was awesome. She's whip up a chicken-fried steak at any hour. She was very giving and available. We had a lot of fun together. But we were not quite a perfect match. I need a bit of the artist, you know what I mean? Someone's who's too hot to handle, and burns me alive, lol. She was a very nice, sweet girl. She ended up meeting a cop a little after me and I believe they got married so...alls well that ends well. For her. lol.
So anyways...... me being me, I would tickle her all the time. Big surprise, right? I can't tell you much other than I just think of us in her loft bed, her getting tickled in her own bed....all night long.......in between long bouts of sex, lol. And chicken-fried steaks. lol That's our fling in a nutshell. And singing "Schoolhouse Rock" in bed. lol.
The only thing was that her feet were totally off limits...she'd play around and giggle and be the perfect 'lee......but as soon as I went to her feet, she'd start screaming bloody murder, punching, kicking.....she had long long legs, she was tall, in fact, I think she was taller than me......her shoe size was 9 so........anyways, it was impossible. Not difficult, simply impossible. And I got the message, especially when tickling her anywhere else was beautiful, sexy and without bloody murder shreiking.
***ok, warning: this next story starts hot, ends gross and sad, at least to me, so be warned. Plus....I have to include some sexual stuff since it comes to bear at the tail end, but.....whatever, we're all grown ups.......
One night, I finally broached the subject about her being tied up by her ex boyfriend. I had to know the story, what the experience was....I had to find out if he was one of me (he wasn't).......I just had to hear her talk about it for the sexiness of it.......All the time I was sitting there next to her on the couch watching fucking "Friends", I was just biding my time until I could glean this story out. Because you don't usually hear a story like that in polite in conversation....or maybe girls talk like this all the time, what do I know?
So....it turned out he was a psycho (as this story might reveal) and ended up stalking her, and one reason she'd moved to New York was to get away from himi and yadda yadda yadda.....but she did tell me the story and as I said, for some, this might be a holy grail kind of story. She told it calmly, slowly, and in great detail, it was obviously a very vivid memory.
She was sleeping, and she woke up to find herself tied, arms above her head and both legs tied together at the ankle. She was nude. He was sitting on top of her, grinning. She smiled and asked what he was doing. He started tickling her right in both armpits and she went hysterical. He just lingered there and slowly started moving down her sides. She said the more he went down, ever so gradually, the more ticklish she'd feel...the dread and anticipation would electrify the impending regions. I asked her if she was turned on or anything and she said that yes, it was kind of sexy being so helpless. She said he took his sweet time (her verbatim words).
So he kept working down and spent alot of time on her sides and stomach. But then he started tickling slowly down her legs and she said she suddenly knew what was coming. She started to beg him not to tickle her feet, way before he ever got there......but he didn't say anything, he would not say anything no matter what she begged for.....he just continued slowly dragging his fingers down her legs, making sure to tickle every inch of her, with one steady trajectory, one inevitable target. Or should I say...two inevitable targets.
He turned around and straddled her legs at the ankles, locking them in, even though she was already tied and, in her own words, "he just went to town" and tickled her poor feet, driving her so crazy that she said she couldn't even get words out. But she was so ticklish......and he tickled her so much, and so bad.....poor thing, she lost total control.....and she actually wet the bed.
At that he stopped. And it snapped me out of it, also. I said oh my god.....what hapened then? Were you mad? Were you angry?? And she said she was just really embarrassed. He didn't say anything, through the whole thing, he didn't say anything. He never did it again.
The whole time she was telling me the story, I was at the edge of my seat, obviously enraptured. But when she got the ending, I just put my arm around her and kissed her hair, and treated her real nice. I felt bad for her, angry at him.
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But..... lopping off the ending, she told me the story again, during sex, whispering it in my ear.......and when it was all over, and I had risen and fallen and was burned to the ground, wrecked rubble, catching my breath, she sat up looking over me, smiling gently and understanding, caressing my forehead.....and asked:
"so....how long have you been into tickling?...."
And do you know what I did? Do you know what the imbecile who tells you this story did?
I lied. "I'm not into tickling....but there's something really sexy about the way YOU react to tickling......with every girl it's something different!".
What a bullshit artist. Or maybe not. I was told once, during the death throes of a long-term relationship "....maybe you shouldn't tell anybody about it."
But it wasn't until this day, now, typing this up, that I allowed myself to consider: maybe SHE was into it, too, had been all along, and was coming out to me! Probably not, but.....she couldn't have been sweeter or more understanding the way she said it, completely non-judgmental. But I was so caught, and in that moment when you're coming down from the rush of sex.......i was not ready to think straight, I made a snap decision....and maybe it was the wrong one.
***********************
Anyways.....I finally did get her feet in a really nice, civilized(!) kind of way. She was doing on her couch doing yoga, and she was doing this position where she puts her back and legs over her head (which is down on the ground....kind of like a sideways J....with her legs extended over the arm of the couch), so I went to her soles, and because of this compromised position, all I had to do was gently rest my hand over her ankles and sprinkled tickles right in the middle of her soles, causing her to not scream and shriek as she always did..... but to simply giggle gorgeously and urgently and finally surrender, as if she knew that she was caught and there was no defense, and all she could do was sit back, feel the tickling and let the laughter out. I, being merciful, let her go after about 10 seconds, but it was enough to let me see for myself.
Eventually, I realized I had gotten everything I had wanted from this girl, everything I had signed up for, she had delivered.......and so I moved on, like a scoundrel.