Hi all. I have a question for you all. (Yes another one! Just not rhetorical this time!) Where do you stand on the idea of licking your partners soles? Is it erotic? Would you do it just to make your partner laugh? Do you even consider that valid tickling? Or is the whole idea a complete turnoff and you wish I would shut up?
There is a purpose for my asking and therein lies my latest adventure:
My old pal from college, Cindy, and I were just walking around South Street last Saturday. We were wearing jeans, sandals and shortie t-shirts that showed off our navel pierces (we call them "tease shirts"). After checking out some stores we sat down to rest somewhere around Locust St. and we took our sandals off and just sat around drinking Dasani water and watching the people go by. Finally we got up again but as we started walking again neither of us put our sandals back on.
Wow! What a difference that made! What is the deal about seeing 2 women strolling around without their shoes on? Guys who were walking hand in hand with their g/f's turned to watch us walk by!
Anyway right about now you are thinking "What does this have to do with her question?". Be patient I am coming to that!
We decided to visit a certain candy store where this certain woman with the sunny disposition (NOT!) worked. As we walked in the smell of cherry candy hit us both. We also noticed red footprints on the floor. I thought it was a new decoration at first but I sure found out differently!
You guessed it! Marci-poo was working there; dear sweet bitchy barefoot Marci. She had been trying to make candied apples when some of the cherry glaze spilled and dear Marci walked through the spill in her bare feet. Naturally the sticky candy got all over her soles and now you could see everywhere in the store where she had been because she left footprints! OKAY: Now before I finish this story here is why I asked the question. If your g/f had the bottoms of her feet covered with a sweet sticky candy would YOU lick it off? Would you do it even if it tickled like crazy and she begged you to stop or would you do it BECAUSE of that fact? That is my question.
Let the debating begin.
Now the end of my story. I bought some more gourmet lollipops
and Cindy got taffy. Marci was trying to mop up the floor but had to stop when we were ready to pay for our stuff so she stared daggers at us the whole time. When she went to the register she walked through the spilled cherry glaze again! Duh! Didn't she know enough to clean THAT part up first? Anyway, as we were leaving this huband and wife walked in with four kids (talk about overdoing it!) and all the kids wanted . . .oh yeah! . . .
candied apples!
Dear little Marci Sunshine gritted her teeth and the muscles in her arms tightened like violin strings as she dipped one apple after another and set them to dry. Then the wife just had to ask "What kind of apples are these?" and Marci hissed "I don't KNOW, aren't all apples the SAME?" and the women went on "I mean are they Red Delicious, Granny Smith, Washington State?"
And Marcy was getting more and more like a bomb with a fuse burning shorter and shorter. "I don't KNOW the DIFFERENCE," she said "I JUST SELL THEM!" Talk about apples, her face was as red as one.
Don't ask me why but I stepped up and said "These are Washington State. You can tell because they are slightly larger and not as crisp as Granny Smith. Also the red delicious are less round and more oblong." Like I said, don't ask me why I did that because I sure don't owe Marci anything. Maybe I just didn't want her to scare the kids by blowing up. Anyway the woman thanked me an they all left. I did not expect anything from Marci
but she walked over the the lollipop display (leaving a fresh batch of red footprints) grabbed 2 huge all day suckers and handed them to Cindy and me. "They're free!" she said "Just TAKE them."
I smiled and sweetly cooed "Oh thank you Marci" and she just stared like she wised I'd drop dead. And we left.
So that was PART of my Saturday with Cindy. Did we get into any tickling? YES WE DID! But this is not the place for that story. I will take that up over in the tickling section a little later.
There is a purpose for my asking and therein lies my latest adventure:
My old pal from college, Cindy, and I were just walking around South Street last Saturday. We were wearing jeans, sandals and shortie t-shirts that showed off our navel pierces (we call them "tease shirts"). After checking out some stores we sat down to rest somewhere around Locust St. and we took our sandals off and just sat around drinking Dasani water and watching the people go by. Finally we got up again but as we started walking again neither of us put our sandals back on.
Wow! What a difference that made! What is the deal about seeing 2 women strolling around without their shoes on? Guys who were walking hand in hand with their g/f's turned to watch us walk by!
Anyway right about now you are thinking "What does this have to do with her question?". Be patient I am coming to that!
We decided to visit a certain candy store where this certain woman with the sunny disposition (NOT!) worked. As we walked in the smell of cherry candy hit us both. We also noticed red footprints on the floor. I thought it was a new decoration at first but I sure found out differently!
You guessed it! Marci-poo was working there; dear sweet bitchy barefoot Marci. She had been trying to make candied apples when some of the cherry glaze spilled and dear Marci walked through the spill in her bare feet. Naturally the sticky candy got all over her soles and now you could see everywhere in the store where she had been because she left footprints! OKAY: Now before I finish this story here is why I asked the question. If your g/f had the bottoms of her feet covered with a sweet sticky candy would YOU lick it off? Would you do it even if it tickled like crazy and she begged you to stop or would you do it BECAUSE of that fact? That is my question.
Let the debating begin.
Now the end of my story. I bought some more gourmet lollipops
and Cindy got taffy. Marci was trying to mop up the floor but had to stop when we were ready to pay for our stuff so she stared daggers at us the whole time. When she went to the register she walked through the spilled cherry glaze again! Duh! Didn't she know enough to clean THAT part up first? Anyway, as we were leaving this huband and wife walked in with four kids (talk about overdoing it!) and all the kids wanted . . .oh yeah! . . .
candied apples!
Dear little Marci Sunshine gritted her teeth and the muscles in her arms tightened like violin strings as she dipped one apple after another and set them to dry. Then the wife just had to ask "What kind of apples are these?" and Marci hissed "I don't KNOW, aren't all apples the SAME?" and the women went on "I mean are they Red Delicious, Granny Smith, Washington State?"
And Marcy was getting more and more like a bomb with a fuse burning shorter and shorter. "I don't KNOW the DIFFERENCE," she said "I JUST SELL THEM!" Talk about apples, her face was as red as one.
Don't ask me why but I stepped up and said "These are Washington State. You can tell because they are slightly larger and not as crisp as Granny Smith. Also the red delicious are less round and more oblong." Like I said, don't ask me why I did that because I sure don't owe Marci anything. Maybe I just didn't want her to scare the kids by blowing up. Anyway the woman thanked me an they all left. I did not expect anything from Marci
but she walked over the the lollipop display (leaving a fresh batch of red footprints) grabbed 2 huge all day suckers and handed them to Cindy and me. "They're free!" she said "Just TAKE them."
I smiled and sweetly cooed "Oh thank you Marci" and she just stared like she wised I'd drop dead. And we left.
So that was PART of my Saturday with Cindy. Did we get into any tickling? YES WE DID! But this is not the place for that story. I will take that up over in the tickling section a little later.