Since I've been introduced to the whole world of tickling by my Master Cavum, I sure have found my interest and devotion in it. Today, I was sitting in a coffe-shop and reading a book. Curling up in the couch, a giant (a XXL-cup!) of Chai Latte and a muffin, and a book to keep me company. While I was sitting there, with my knees under my chin and looking out the window, my feet was really hot. I was wearing those warm woolen socks you normally wear during the winter. Soo, I just started to scratch my soles outside of my socks. Mmm. Always feels so good, and I repeated it a couple of times, dreaming of some really thorough tickling. I was giggling for myself and kind of blushed about how I felt, sitting there completely in public without my shoes and touching my feet. 
