Just one little stream, and this'll all end. It's not like you want to cry, I mean. :happy: *I apply a little more pressure, swirling around your toes with my fingers.*
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Aww. Gotta' look at me sweetie if you're ever going to get a break. *I play my passionate, caring tone, still intimately torturing the folds and bends -and everywheres- in your feet.*
Oh. It's not me who's going to make you cry. *I continue to wiggle my fingers in between those little dibbets* It's my fingers. :laughing: *I continue my assault on your tootsies, elated.*
Fine. *I audibally sigh, pausing slightly.* I'll stop as soon as I see a tear. *I easily separate your weakened feet, lightly scratching on your soles - and the tiny crevices around your toes - like a cat on a scratching post.*
Aww, come on. Cry for me now. Just a little. :happy: *I lightly stroke both your feet, favouring your turmoil.*
Yes... ? *I coolly ask, reaffirming my grip on your feet and pulling back your left toes to scurry around on the now available skin.*
When I feel like it. *I answer, still delightfully strumming away on your increasingly less difficult feet; from heel, arches and insteps, balls of your feet, then under, around, and on top, of your toes, smiling all the way.*
AHHHHH! LEMMIE GO! AAAHAHHAHAHAAA! *toes spreading and curling as much as they can whenever they can to get away from your nails* SARRAHAAHA! STAHAHAAAP! NO! AHHHHAHAHAHAAA! AHHH! AHAHAHHAAHAA! AHHAA-- *bucking and tugging trying to get away, slowly but surely running out of energy and breath with silent laughter quickly approaching*
*(Sure) I ensure I have a solid grip, and you can't get away, prying your toes back to get at the sensitive skin under and around them* Get me back? Maybe after I do this to you... Twenty more times, likely more, you can be justified in getting me back. I've gone through this I don't know how many times- on the receiving end!! >_< *My fingers move a little faster and harder, I'm all worked up now*
See? Now you know how I feel!! Isn't fun, is it?! *I switch,laying on the side holding your feet in an ankle lock with my legs, scrawling random nothingness on your sprawled and twitching feet.* Oh but you're so cute when you're like this. I dun wanna' stop. 🙁
No. It's that I've found my feet increasingly are! and unsure for my button, so whilst on here I'll act like how I last felt. Don't touch what? Oh, okay, I'll just move to your toes instead. *I uncurl your toes with my palms, easily tickling the skin just under, the webbing in between, and the tops as well.*
Yup. I'm real creative, aren't I? Heh- NOT!! 😉 And, *sigh* I've annoyingly found out my feet are increasingly more like my button, and my button questionable due to my scar. 🙁 - But enough about me... :evil: *I use all my fingers now to torment your wiggling soles, moving down to rest my knees firmly on the outsides of your feet, thus considerably restricting your movement.
Well let's just leave them right here for now. *I turn around, loosely pulling each sock on top of your hands, your shoes thrown a short distance away.* And see. That's increasingly how I've noticed my feet are like- Abd it's all because of you!! * I switch back, two nails on each foot lightly tracing random patterns on your feet.*
?? Are you cheering, or calling me a wort- or wart? I'm kind of confused- not that that's hard or anything... *I easily push you down, quickly scooting to rest on your shins, facing your feet.* You know. I think you may be brushing off on me a bit. Now what do we have here... ? *I quickly untie your shoes and take those off with your socks* Comfy? * One nail lazily drawls around on your right foot*
well get your butt on msn when i'm on..or else..hehe..hope you had a great holiday..
Depends on your point if view. I could always be bad, depending on who's looking at it. That, or good, it's all very subjective. *I lightly run up to you, holding one hands in it's place after I quickly cuff the other.* Do you think I'm being bad now? *I cuff your other hand, then start kneading your hips.*
well if you thought of me then awww how sweet...you never are on msn anymore....🙁
hmm is that a dare young man??
and how dare that person disparage vin diesel fans...grrrrrrrrrrrr wait til the Zander Zone hits him..
I think it'd be more... stimulating, if you kept them on. Then, who knows... 😉 *I smirk and grab something, quickly shoving it in my back pockets. I start walking towards you, a mischevious smile pasted on my face.*
o yes indeed do take off that shirt..oo oops sorry..hehe..i hope you had a great holiday o rave one..
Well, I guess so, kinda'. *I look at my feet while I'm talking, blushing a bit in embarassment*
What I was doing before. Just more freely. And with restraints likely. And why should I do that? You always have fun whether I want it or not! >_< :cross: *I keep backing away, always eyeing you carefully*
You not letting me have my fun for once!! *I yelp and jump away, arms securely wrapped around my middle, glaring at you." No. It's not time to get that!!
Leave me alone!! 
But thahah-ahht's not fahaha-aaaiirr!! *I jump, wiggling my fingers much faster initially, then applying less and less pressure as the seconds slowly trail by*
No. I never intend on seriously hurting anyone whenever I hit them. If I accidentally do, I'm generally REALLY sorry (unless it's a bruise, then it was kind of intentional 😉). *I step back a little bit, but keep wiggling my thumbs up and down on your hips, enjoying your reaction.* -
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