okay, here's mine.
Back before I got married, I used to randomly reply to personals on Yahoo! looking for women who were into tickling. One day I read an ad that went "describe your ideal date." So I did; I detailed a rather involved narrative about dinner, a comedy club, dancing, then returning home to do all sorts of ticklish things to her feet.
I never expected an answer, but I got one. Seems the young lady who posted the ad was actually not looking for a date; she'd posted the ad on behalf of a friend of hers (who was spoken for) who had grown bored with her dating routine and was making use of all the replies' suggestions to spice it up. My response had amused both of them so much that the poster replied to me personally to see if I was "for real".
Well, naturally I WAS for real. (hehe) After some correspondance I finally popped the question. That being, would she be so kind as to lend me her feet on a regular basis so that I might tickle the bejesus out of them?
Again, I never expected a response; but she agreed! We spoke on the phone for the first time soon after that, and it was a fun experience; she was really personable, had no problems with my "interests", and once the ice was broken we got to talking in depth about her feet, how ticklish they were, and she was kind enough to polish her nails while we chatted, detailing the process to me and even allowing me to pick the color (sparkling blue).
We made a date for the next day. She obligingly wore sandals at my request, and we had dinner at TGI Friday's. Sweet girl, fun to talk to, feet to die for. I couldn't wait. 🙂
Well, turns out I'd have to. Due to college and work she wound up being too busy to talk to, let alone see again, and finally wound up moving away. But this is not where the story ends!
Jump ahead a few months. I wind up at a new job, and lo and behold I hear from my ticklish friend; she's back in the area and is able to meet me. We make a date post-haste.
I wish I could merely state that it was a blast and leave it at that, but that is not where the story ends, folks. While talking to her on the phone the day I was to drive down and see her, she mentions to me that her step-mother (who wasn't all that much older than me, actually) had heard about what was going on that night...
...and she wanted in on the festivities.
Wow. So I arrive at their home around 8pm, and they're both in the midst of preparing dinner for us. They're already barefoot, and my friend has done her nails in purple. We all have a nice dinner, then head to the couch where I am promptly offered not one, but two pairs of bare feet. As my friend had to leave for work soon, I "took care" of her first; she received a nice foot massage (I know reflexology) while I chatted with her mom, who was asking me all sorts of questions about what I did for a living and my travels. Once the massage was done, I started lightly tickling her foot with my finger, keeping the other hand on her ankle so that she couldn't pull away, all the while keeping a casual conversation going with mom.
Once she'd been thoroughly tickled, she managed to get up and go to work. At this point, I was offered mom's feet (not bad either, actually!). She asked, "with gook or without?", indicating a bottle of skin lotion nearby. Hey, what the heck. I chose gook, and proceeded to lotion up her feet. She then allowed me to paint her nails (which I am god-awful at; ladies, you have my admiration for being able to keep the polish on the toenail!), and for the rest of the night (about four hours or so) we chatted about various things while I alternately gave her foot massages and tickled her silly.
The next day, I received a message from my friend, thanking me for coming and telling me that they both enjoyed my visit immensely; she closed with "it was our pleasure; I never knew having your feet tickled could be so much fun."
unfortunately, she went away to school and I haven't seen her since, but I have since married and "retired" from the Personals. But what a way to go, eh?
PS - at one point during the evening, her stepmom, upon my asking what made her decide to lend me her feet that eve, replied "oh, I don't know a single woman who doesn't like having her feet messed with. I should have invited all my friends and had a foot party, now that I think about it."
I still wonder how I would have handled it if she had!
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... all memorable and enjoyable of course 
He usually just pokes and stops... But this time he would not quit!!!!! He was tickling my sides and my ribs and I was just laughing and laughing... When he got me under my arms... I collapsed. He had me begging and rolling on the floor! I was so so embarrassed! People were rushing down the aisles and then laughing when they saw me being tickled by this huge guy.
