Spillone
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Memory of a ticklish and lucky guy. Have others had these types of experiences?
Tickling Experiences Gained and Remembered.
I grew up on the Atlantic Ocean and have always loved to be buried in the
sand. I had these experiences a number of years ago. Friends of mine (
both male and female) have dug a hole approximately 2 feet deep and I am
now being buried in sand so that only my head and feet are exposed. As
they have also dampened the sand I cannot move a muscle and am now left at
the mercy of any one who passes by.
One of the passers by happens to be a tall, experience woman with red
fingernails and leans over to lightly tickle my feet while asking if I
have a beach badge on. Others pass by and notice my situation. Some tickle
my feet, while others laugh at my predicament.
On another occassion with a female friend, I had persuaded her to bury me
in the sand but she said only if I would bury her first. This I did with
great pride and while she stayed there a while I went for a swim. When I
returned she said It was my turn and proceeded to remove herself from the
sand at which point I could not resist tickling her feet while they were
still buried.
My turn came and she did a very good job of burying me in the sand and
before she left to take her swim had tickled my feet for a good five
minutes. Upon her return I was still buried and she proceeded to tickle
my feet longer until I could not take it any more and uncovered my self.
Tickling Experiences Gained and Remembered.
I grew up on the Atlantic Ocean and have always loved to be buried in the
sand. I had these experiences a number of years ago. Friends of mine (
both male and female) have dug a hole approximately 2 feet deep and I am
now being buried in sand so that only my head and feet are exposed. As
they have also dampened the sand I cannot move a muscle and am now left at
the mercy of any one who passes by.
One of the passers by happens to be a tall, experience woman with red
fingernails and leans over to lightly tickle my feet while asking if I
have a beach badge on. Others pass by and notice my situation. Some tickle
my feet, while others laugh at my predicament.
On another occassion with a female friend, I had persuaded her to bury me
in the sand but she said only if I would bury her first. This I did with
great pride and while she stayed there a while I went for a swim. When I
returned she said It was my turn and proceeded to remove herself from the
sand at which point I could not resist tickling her feet while they were
still buried.
My turn came and she did a very good job of burying me in the sand and
before she left to take her swim had tickled my feet for a good five
minutes. Upon her return I was still buried and she proceeded to tickle
my feet longer until I could not take it any more and uncovered my self.
