I've been lurking for a long time. I finally got the courage to share my experiences.
This is a story from my college days. I used to wrestle freestyle and practice Jujitsu as a heavyweight. I was about 5’9” and about 250lbs. I basically look like a chocolate version of Taz from the old ECW. In the fall of my junior year, I was part of a martial arts demo with a local judoka (a badass muthafuckin little Korean. He won the Silver Medal at the 84 Olympics with a broken ankle and a dislocated shoulder). I caught the eye of this tall, curvy, long-legged Armenian-Greek freshman that we will call Amy. After the demo, Amy came up to me and started asking me all these questions. Let me tell you, this girl was drop dead gorgeous. She had this brown almost cappuccino complexion, that real sharp facial structure that Eastern Europeans tend to have and the biggest blue eyes you have ever seen. Amy reminds me a bit of Annabeth Gish of the show Brotherhood. This girl’s body was smokin. Nice round ass and a set of perky large C or small D breasts would make you smack someone. Great supple legs that went for miles with some big luscious feet made this girl da bomb. What struck me the most were three things: her height (6’1” barefooted) her fire-truck red hair (dye job) and her voice (deep, husky sultry and sexy). I wasn’t just a student, I was a Resident Assistant and a member of Student Government, and so I was perfect helping her adjust to campus life. And Amy stuck to my ass like glue. She would keep me company during my SGA office hours and my front desk hours at the dorm. She would also bring me authentic Armenian food she freshly cooked. In fact, she effectively became my best friend. My other friends and co-workers called her my “groupie.” Amy had a sweet, playful demeanor. Her food was slammin and she was sexy as Hell. It didn’t take long for us to decide to be exclusive.
After about a month of innocent handholding and kissing, I wanted to see what she was working with. I would never pressure her, but use her playfulness against her. I’ve poked her ribs and grabbed her knees a couple of times but no sustained tickle attack especially not on those silky size 12 feet. One day we were chillin in her room; I was lying on her bed and Amy was sitting cross-legged in a chair. Fortunate for me, her roommate had gone home for the weekend. It was still warm, so she was wearing a little spaghetti-strap blouse, cotton capris and of course barefeet. While doing her calculus homework, she started singing. I said before she had a husky contralto voice, well she was singing Caught Up in the Rapture by Anita Baker and Amy sounded just like her.
“Damn girl. You sound like a sista.” I exclaimed.
She just laughed and swatted at me. She shifted and exposed her right sole. It totally transfixed me. Amy has nice long thick soles with big fat toes. I just found myself staring at those soles. Amy took notice and innocently asked me why was I looking at her feet? That caught me off guard, but I boldly decided to use her playful nature against her and just be truthful.
“I was just wondering if those feet are ticklish.”
She smiled and cocked her head, “Why?”
“Well, you know how I love your voice. I’ve heard you giggle but I want to hear a good ol’ fashioned belly-laugh. And since you have no sense of humor, I figured tickling you would do it.”
She puffed up and feigned anger. Amy set both her feet down and said, “Seeing that I have no sense of humor and I am NOT ticklish, I guess you will never hear my laugh.” With that she stood up and turned away. I took my chance and sprung off the bed and just dug into Amy’s ribs. She yelped and tried to get away but my strength held her. I dragged her to the bed and tumbled down. I was tickling the shit out of her ribs and belly. “OHHHH NOOOO!!! SSSTTTOOOOPPP!!! HEHEHHEHEHEHE!!!!” Then something interesting happened. Amy started mixing Armenian phrases in with English ones. Yessir!! I have a bilingual, Amazon ticklee on my hands! SWEET!!
I employed a 30/10 technique on Amy. 30 seconds of tickling with 10 seconds of rest. During the rest I would lightly kiss her neck and tickle her ears. She seemed to really like that. But like clockwork after 10 seconds I was right back on those ribs. I explored about every rib and she was going crazy. I migrated to her hips and she nearly jumped through the ceiling. I had a plan for this.
“Don’t tickle me there, I can’t stand it!”
“Aww, I’m sorry baby. I’ll just tickle here and here.” I poked her ribs and belly once more. I then began to slowly kiss her neck and shoulders and hug her around her arms. She purred her approval. This was a distraction, for my left leg (we were lying on our right side) slowly draped over hers.
“You didn’t think it was over did you?” Before she could respond, my hands darted to her hips. She bucked like a wild horse and tried to roll me on my back, which is exactly what I wanted her to do. This motion freed my right leg which I used to grapevine her legs. Her arms were still free, but I could deal with them. My lovely Amy had wide hips, thick ass, and some strong thighs. If I didn’t control them my tickle adventure would come to an abrupt halt. She howled as I worked her hips over. I slowed down to more of a light caress; it still tickled but not as intense. During this slowdown I felt her thong. Oh snap! I was turned on before, but now it was on fo’ sho’!
I kept tickling her hips and thighs. Amy was going nuts. “Pleeeeaaaase Noooo!!! Not my hips!! Please God!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!
Then something very interesting occurred. As a wrestler, I sense a person’s body stiffen or relax. Amy’s whole body stiffened and her breathing became more shallow and rapid. I placed my hand over her crotch and found it warm and somewhat moist. My dear, sweet, innocent Amy was getting turned on by this too. I stopped tickling her and began to caress her thighs and pussy. She moaned softly and guided my hands further down. I released my legs and she spun to her belly still on top of me. She was very angry. I had rarely seen her frown, so it always hurt to see it, especially now. I tried to apologize but she got right in my face and growled “I hate you. I want you.” We began making out heavily. After a while, she jumped up and started to remove clothing. She got down to her red thong and she paused.
“It’s been awhile for me and that was just a couple of times, be gentle.”
“I won’t hurt you…well maybe a little bit.”
With that she flashed me a devilish grin, shimmied out of her thong and jumped in my arms. Fellas, I would love to say that we had a marathon lovemaking session, but the truth is I was so primed from the tickling and caressing, I busted in 5 minutes (and that’s generous). Luckily she came too (thank God).
As we lay there cuddling in the after-sex glow, her phone rang. She answered and began speaking Armenian. It was her grandmother. Yeah, I know it was an attempted cock block but she missed by 10 minutes. Amy grabbed her thong and went to the bathroom. I had a habit of making faces and noises while Amy was on the phone with her grandmother. She emerged with her thong on (damn) and sauntered toward me. She never looked more beautiful. The way her thong sat on her hips, her bouncy breasts, her gorgeous eyes and her pretty plum-colored toenails was driving me wild. She plopped down in the chair and propped her beautiful long legs on the bed…placing her sexy feet mere inches from my face.
I coyly looked at my girlfriend. “I believe my feet started all this. Let’s see what ya got.” Amy was challenging me. The Juggernaut Bitch parodies weren’t out then, but if they were I would retort, “Silly bitch, your weapons cannot harm me. Do you know who I am, I’M TOMSKEE BITCH!!!”
I did respond by softly kissing each of her delectable toes. I started sucking her toes and slipping my tongue in between them. I was in heaven and she was going nuts. She damn near kicked my teeth out. I found her spots: the middle of the arch and the outside edge of her foot. Once I found that out, I wrapped my arms around both ankles and slowly stroked her arches. Oh man she almost pulled me off the bed.
“Oh God, I knew I would regret this!!”
“Baby girl. Don’t fight it. Just let go.” I reassured her while tickling her toes. She took a deep breath and let out this beautifully melodic gut-buster of a laugh. The laugh was so contagious; I started cracking up myself which spurred me to tickle harder. After about two minutes on her arches my fingers found a new home under her toes. She just continued to laugh uncontrollably. I sensed her breathing and posture had changed. I looked at Amy and her face, neck and chest were clearly flushed. I threw caution into the wind and just snatched her up and dumped her on the bed. Amy gasped in surprise; being a big girl, over 6 feet tall and probably 160-180lbs, she never got used to the fact I could lift and carry her at will. I settled on top of her and thought: damn slipping the underwear off, so I just tore the muthafuckas off and threw them across the room like a thug.
“Hey!! You ripped my underwear, you big ape!!” Amy yelled and slugged me in the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’ll buy some more.” In the next few moments, she didn’t complain about her ripped thong or about anything else for that matter. Yes I did last much longer this time. We cuddled for about 30 minutes until I had to return to my dorm to cover midnight. Before I left, Amy asked me,
“You really like tickling don’t ya?”
I looked down sheepishly and said, “Yeah, I know it’s weird.”
“No no, I think it’s cute. I just have to get used to it.” Almost as if she was teasing me, she stuck her feet out from under the sheets. Being the brother that I am; I gave her a few more obligatory strokes on those succulent feet. She covered her face with a pillow to contain the laughter.
Finally, I kissed her goodnight and left. Needless to say, I dreamed sweetly that night. Tickling became a staple in our sex life. Amy’s playful free spirit really opened up to tickling. I have several more stories about Amy if there is an interest.
Ya boy
TS
This is a story from my college days. I used to wrestle freestyle and practice Jujitsu as a heavyweight. I was about 5’9” and about 250lbs. I basically look like a chocolate version of Taz from the old ECW. In the fall of my junior year, I was part of a martial arts demo with a local judoka (a badass muthafuckin little Korean. He won the Silver Medal at the 84 Olympics with a broken ankle and a dislocated shoulder). I caught the eye of this tall, curvy, long-legged Armenian-Greek freshman that we will call Amy. After the demo, Amy came up to me and started asking me all these questions. Let me tell you, this girl was drop dead gorgeous. She had this brown almost cappuccino complexion, that real sharp facial structure that Eastern Europeans tend to have and the biggest blue eyes you have ever seen. Amy reminds me a bit of Annabeth Gish of the show Brotherhood. This girl’s body was smokin. Nice round ass and a set of perky large C or small D breasts would make you smack someone. Great supple legs that went for miles with some big luscious feet made this girl da bomb. What struck me the most were three things: her height (6’1” barefooted) her fire-truck red hair (dye job) and her voice (deep, husky sultry and sexy). I wasn’t just a student, I was a Resident Assistant and a member of Student Government, and so I was perfect helping her adjust to campus life. And Amy stuck to my ass like glue. She would keep me company during my SGA office hours and my front desk hours at the dorm. She would also bring me authentic Armenian food she freshly cooked. In fact, she effectively became my best friend. My other friends and co-workers called her my “groupie.” Amy had a sweet, playful demeanor. Her food was slammin and she was sexy as Hell. It didn’t take long for us to decide to be exclusive.
After about a month of innocent handholding and kissing, I wanted to see what she was working with. I would never pressure her, but use her playfulness against her. I’ve poked her ribs and grabbed her knees a couple of times but no sustained tickle attack especially not on those silky size 12 feet. One day we were chillin in her room; I was lying on her bed and Amy was sitting cross-legged in a chair. Fortunate for me, her roommate had gone home for the weekend. It was still warm, so she was wearing a little spaghetti-strap blouse, cotton capris and of course barefeet. While doing her calculus homework, she started singing. I said before she had a husky contralto voice, well she was singing Caught Up in the Rapture by Anita Baker and Amy sounded just like her.
“Damn girl. You sound like a sista.” I exclaimed.
She just laughed and swatted at me. She shifted and exposed her right sole. It totally transfixed me. Amy has nice long thick soles with big fat toes. I just found myself staring at those soles. Amy took notice and innocently asked me why was I looking at her feet? That caught me off guard, but I boldly decided to use her playful nature against her and just be truthful.
“I was just wondering if those feet are ticklish.”
She smiled and cocked her head, “Why?”
“Well, you know how I love your voice. I’ve heard you giggle but I want to hear a good ol’ fashioned belly-laugh. And since you have no sense of humor, I figured tickling you would do it.”
She puffed up and feigned anger. Amy set both her feet down and said, “Seeing that I have no sense of humor and I am NOT ticklish, I guess you will never hear my laugh.” With that she stood up and turned away. I took my chance and sprung off the bed and just dug into Amy’s ribs. She yelped and tried to get away but my strength held her. I dragged her to the bed and tumbled down. I was tickling the shit out of her ribs and belly. “OHHHH NOOOO!!! SSSTTTOOOOPPP!!! HEHEHHEHEHEHE!!!!” Then something interesting happened. Amy started mixing Armenian phrases in with English ones. Yessir!! I have a bilingual, Amazon ticklee on my hands! SWEET!!
I employed a 30/10 technique on Amy. 30 seconds of tickling with 10 seconds of rest. During the rest I would lightly kiss her neck and tickle her ears. She seemed to really like that. But like clockwork after 10 seconds I was right back on those ribs. I explored about every rib and she was going crazy. I migrated to her hips and she nearly jumped through the ceiling. I had a plan for this.
“Don’t tickle me there, I can’t stand it!”
“Aww, I’m sorry baby. I’ll just tickle here and here.” I poked her ribs and belly once more. I then began to slowly kiss her neck and shoulders and hug her around her arms. She purred her approval. This was a distraction, for my left leg (we were lying on our right side) slowly draped over hers.
“You didn’t think it was over did you?” Before she could respond, my hands darted to her hips. She bucked like a wild horse and tried to roll me on my back, which is exactly what I wanted her to do. This motion freed my right leg which I used to grapevine her legs. Her arms were still free, but I could deal with them. My lovely Amy had wide hips, thick ass, and some strong thighs. If I didn’t control them my tickle adventure would come to an abrupt halt. She howled as I worked her hips over. I slowed down to more of a light caress; it still tickled but not as intense. During this slowdown I felt her thong. Oh snap! I was turned on before, but now it was on fo’ sho’!
I kept tickling her hips and thighs. Amy was going nuts. “Pleeeeaaaase Noooo!!! Not my hips!! Please God!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!
Then something very interesting occurred. As a wrestler, I sense a person’s body stiffen or relax. Amy’s whole body stiffened and her breathing became more shallow and rapid. I placed my hand over her crotch and found it warm and somewhat moist. My dear, sweet, innocent Amy was getting turned on by this too. I stopped tickling her and began to caress her thighs and pussy. She moaned softly and guided my hands further down. I released my legs and she spun to her belly still on top of me. She was very angry. I had rarely seen her frown, so it always hurt to see it, especially now. I tried to apologize but she got right in my face and growled “I hate you. I want you.” We began making out heavily. After a while, she jumped up and started to remove clothing. She got down to her red thong and she paused.
“It’s been awhile for me and that was just a couple of times, be gentle.”
“I won’t hurt you…well maybe a little bit.”
With that she flashed me a devilish grin, shimmied out of her thong and jumped in my arms. Fellas, I would love to say that we had a marathon lovemaking session, but the truth is I was so primed from the tickling and caressing, I busted in 5 minutes (and that’s generous). Luckily she came too (thank God).
As we lay there cuddling in the after-sex glow, her phone rang. She answered and began speaking Armenian. It was her grandmother. Yeah, I know it was an attempted cock block but she missed by 10 minutes. Amy grabbed her thong and went to the bathroom. I had a habit of making faces and noises while Amy was on the phone with her grandmother. She emerged with her thong on (damn) and sauntered toward me. She never looked more beautiful. The way her thong sat on her hips, her bouncy breasts, her gorgeous eyes and her pretty plum-colored toenails was driving me wild. She plopped down in the chair and propped her beautiful long legs on the bed…placing her sexy feet mere inches from my face.
I coyly looked at my girlfriend. “I believe my feet started all this. Let’s see what ya got.” Amy was challenging me. The Juggernaut Bitch parodies weren’t out then, but if they were I would retort, “Silly bitch, your weapons cannot harm me. Do you know who I am, I’M TOMSKEE BITCH!!!”
I did respond by softly kissing each of her delectable toes. I started sucking her toes and slipping my tongue in between them. I was in heaven and she was going nuts. She damn near kicked my teeth out. I found her spots: the middle of the arch and the outside edge of her foot. Once I found that out, I wrapped my arms around both ankles and slowly stroked her arches. Oh man she almost pulled me off the bed.
“Oh God, I knew I would regret this!!”
“Baby girl. Don’t fight it. Just let go.” I reassured her while tickling her toes. She took a deep breath and let out this beautifully melodic gut-buster of a laugh. The laugh was so contagious; I started cracking up myself which spurred me to tickle harder. After about two minutes on her arches my fingers found a new home under her toes. She just continued to laugh uncontrollably. I sensed her breathing and posture had changed. I looked at Amy and her face, neck and chest were clearly flushed. I threw caution into the wind and just snatched her up and dumped her on the bed. Amy gasped in surprise; being a big girl, over 6 feet tall and probably 160-180lbs, she never got used to the fact I could lift and carry her at will. I settled on top of her and thought: damn slipping the underwear off, so I just tore the muthafuckas off and threw them across the room like a thug.
“Hey!! You ripped my underwear, you big ape!!” Amy yelled and slugged me in the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’ll buy some more.” In the next few moments, she didn’t complain about her ripped thong or about anything else for that matter. Yes I did last much longer this time. We cuddled for about 30 minutes until I had to return to my dorm to cover midnight. Before I left, Amy asked me,
“You really like tickling don’t ya?”
I looked down sheepishly and said, “Yeah, I know it’s weird.”
“No no, I think it’s cute. I just have to get used to it.” Almost as if she was teasing me, she stuck her feet out from under the sheets. Being the brother that I am; I gave her a few more obligatory strokes on those succulent feet. She covered her face with a pillow to contain the laughter.
Finally, I kissed her goodnight and left. Needless to say, I dreamed sweetly that night. Tickling became a staple in our sex life. Amy’s playful free spirit really opened up to tickling. I have several more stories about Amy if there is an interest.
Ya boy
TS
You're a lucky guy.
