As title says, these are just excerpts, or however its spelled. Two seperate parts of a story that Ive been working on, wanted to see if anyone here was interested. Last time I posted something, didn't yield any response. Began to question my abilities, and all that. I'll post the entire thing when finished, assuming there are a few that are interested. At any rate, onward to the excerpts. Oh, and first one is just shoe play/teasing. Seconds tickling. Enjoy. Comments appreciated =/.
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This particular lesson was incredibly boring, and drew a yawn from Risa. She terribly wanted to be tickled, but unfortunately knew that it would disrupt the lesson, and therefore would not be tolerated. Lunch was always another matter; but then again, it wasn't lunchtime now, so it mattered little. Seeing as she was situated in the middle of the second closest row to the window, she wasn't exactly in the teachers constant view. It was possible to setup something.. but the likely hood was low. Still.. but it wasnt worth trying. So instead of scheming on the inevitable, Risa crossed her right leg over her left, and began tormenting the young boys around her with her right foot. Dangling a shoe was an art in Nundril, and taught from mother to daughter. It was a very effective way to attract a guy, at any rate; and besides that, as Risa learned, a good way to become the target of some tickling. Shaking her foot back and forth slowly, she eventually got the end of the strap to her toes. Now that she had gotten into a good position, she shook her foot right to left, carefully balancing the sandle on her toes. This in turn caught the eyes of the boys to her left and behind her as well, as they watched in hopes of catching sight of her arch, and, if they were lucky, a bit of her sole as well. It was a calculated practice, and took some concentration to do right without looking down at her foot.
Then, purposefully, during one shake to the right, she went to far and let her sandle drop a few inchs from her foot. And it was a good distance, too; nearly to the other side of her desk. This was what she wanted, though maybe a little farther if possible. Still good enough, for now she would have to bend over to reach it, which she did. But she did not move her right leg, so that she could balance herself better to pick up the lost shoe. She kept her leg crossed, though it would have been easier to move her leg, but of course, that was not her goal; by bending over without the leg being there for support, she had to bend a bit farther. With effort she moved her leg just so that her sole was now facing the ceiling, for all the world to gaze at in awe. It wasn't a very good technique to actually see boys drooling, but knew her actions caused that affect. Still, she would have liked it better to see them drool. For she knew that any boy would have trouble looking away; her foot was that perfect. The heel of her size 6 foot rounded nicely, then dipped away into her creamy sole. The sole was naturally wrinkled, though not very much. Every few centimeters, the soft skin of her delicate sole did wrinkle, and stood out from the surrounding skin by a little. Her wrinkles were treasures to her, for each one was slightly more ticklish than the remainder of her foot, and though merely touching her foot would tickle to no end, prodding the wrinkle would cause her to laugh a good deal more. These wrinkles ran up the whole of her sole, and curved deeply into her arch; which she was proud of. The arch of her foot was high, so high that one could glimpse a good deal of her sole from a side angle, let alone a 45 angle. The wrinkles ran to the ball area of her foot, which jutted out right after her arch. Unlike the balls of the foot on other people, Risa's was just as soft and sensitive to tickling as was the rest of her foot; she took great care of her feet so that this could be achieved. The instep, on the other side of her flawless foot, was just as perfect as the rest of her feet; it curved softly from the side up to her pinky toe, and like her ball, was extremly soft and ticklish. Risa also treasured the side of her foot, for her arch was high enough that one could see that her side didnt actually touch the ground. In fact, her footprints left only the heel, toes, and upper area of her foot; none of the middle would touch.
In the very middle of the side, arch, ball and instep, was a spot she secretly called her sweet center. It lay in the very middle of her lower ball and instep, and without a doubt was the most ticklish place on her entire foot, save for her toes. She figured that this was because there was simply no way to protect that part of her foot, even if she scrunched her toes, or moved her foot away. It was the center, and was easy to get at. Besides, no amount of sole wrinkling could protect her there, even if she wanted to; it was, again, the center of her foot, and therefore not affected terribly by that last means of protection. But, if anything, she noticed that by curling her toes towards the sole, it did make her more ticklish there. If ever the tickler did decide to torture her there for a short period of time, she always tried to keep her toes against the upper part of her sole, so that it amplified the amazing effect her tickler already had.
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That first stroke of the feather on her foot drew a very cute squeel from her before it slowly continued its dance. The method this boy used was a very slow, torturish one, and Risa giggled madly in response. It slowly itched its way up her arch, causing her to laugh a little harder, then fluttered over the ball and met the space under her toes, causing them to crunch together in a defensive response. The toes on her other foot had splayed apart, as she unconciously attempted to pull away from the very soft, maddening strokes. The feather finished stroking that space under her toes, then fluttered between the vulnerable toes on her other foot. As the feather rounded the outside of her big toe, Risa screamed with laughter, and quickly wrinkled her other sole together, nearly trapping the feather between her big and middle toes. With a great deal of expertese, the feather stroked her toes horizontly once or twice, then ran down along each individual toe. It was by this point impossible to contain her laughter in slight giggles; Risa, since the attack on her other foot, had begun laughing rather than giggling, and had forced her eyes shut in an attempt to withstand the torture her feet were receiving.
When the feather reached her pinky toe for the third time, it brushed back and forth several times, rather than ending in a simple stroke as before. The tip then traced the outline of her toe very slowly before moving on to the next. The same procedure was repeated for each individual toe, and elicited such a lovely series of giggles that the boy thought of continuing playing with her toes for a far longer time. But, it would become boring, he very well knew. Still, when he reached her big toe for the last time, he brushed it for around 10 seconds, causing Risa's foot to thrash in ticklish agony. The seconds past, the feather traced her toe, then moved on. Risa knew that she still had a great deal of her feet that had yet to be touched, but already she had begun to sweat. Truly, this man was an expert at tickling his victims. She had had only a few seconds of these thoughts before it began yet again, on the same foot, but this time just under the toes. Again she wrinkled her sole in an attempt to protect them, and giggled madly.
The method chosen this time was to rapidly brush up and down across a small portion of her sole, and edge across slightly. Probably an attempt to find her most ticklish spots, Risa had managed to think, despite the feeling on her feet taking up a grand portion of her senses. Just above the ball of her foot, it was bearable, but as it edged more and more to the left, her giggles came closer and closer to hearty laughter. By the time it had found its way to the center, she had again lost control, and had begun to laugh much harder. But as it edged along further, it became more bearable again. The feathers movements changed slightly when it reached the end of her foot, enough to encompass some small circles that would reach the side of her foot. These only caused her to giggle slightly, but slowly the feather edged down again, and then the circular movements stopped. The rapid brushing resumed, this time in line with the ball of her foot. The feather began edging towards the right, and again she felt herself move from slight giggling to hearty laughter.
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This particular lesson was incredibly boring, and drew a yawn from Risa. She terribly wanted to be tickled, but unfortunately knew that it would disrupt the lesson, and therefore would not be tolerated. Lunch was always another matter; but then again, it wasn't lunchtime now, so it mattered little. Seeing as she was situated in the middle of the second closest row to the window, she wasn't exactly in the teachers constant view. It was possible to setup something.. but the likely hood was low. Still.. but it wasnt worth trying. So instead of scheming on the inevitable, Risa crossed her right leg over her left, and began tormenting the young boys around her with her right foot. Dangling a shoe was an art in Nundril, and taught from mother to daughter. It was a very effective way to attract a guy, at any rate; and besides that, as Risa learned, a good way to become the target of some tickling. Shaking her foot back and forth slowly, she eventually got the end of the strap to her toes. Now that she had gotten into a good position, she shook her foot right to left, carefully balancing the sandle on her toes. This in turn caught the eyes of the boys to her left and behind her as well, as they watched in hopes of catching sight of her arch, and, if they were lucky, a bit of her sole as well. It was a calculated practice, and took some concentration to do right without looking down at her foot.
Then, purposefully, during one shake to the right, she went to far and let her sandle drop a few inchs from her foot. And it was a good distance, too; nearly to the other side of her desk. This was what she wanted, though maybe a little farther if possible. Still good enough, for now she would have to bend over to reach it, which she did. But she did not move her right leg, so that she could balance herself better to pick up the lost shoe. She kept her leg crossed, though it would have been easier to move her leg, but of course, that was not her goal; by bending over without the leg being there for support, she had to bend a bit farther. With effort she moved her leg just so that her sole was now facing the ceiling, for all the world to gaze at in awe. It wasn't a very good technique to actually see boys drooling, but knew her actions caused that affect. Still, she would have liked it better to see them drool. For she knew that any boy would have trouble looking away; her foot was that perfect. The heel of her size 6 foot rounded nicely, then dipped away into her creamy sole. The sole was naturally wrinkled, though not very much. Every few centimeters, the soft skin of her delicate sole did wrinkle, and stood out from the surrounding skin by a little. Her wrinkles were treasures to her, for each one was slightly more ticklish than the remainder of her foot, and though merely touching her foot would tickle to no end, prodding the wrinkle would cause her to laugh a good deal more. These wrinkles ran up the whole of her sole, and curved deeply into her arch; which she was proud of. The arch of her foot was high, so high that one could glimpse a good deal of her sole from a side angle, let alone a 45 angle. The wrinkles ran to the ball area of her foot, which jutted out right after her arch. Unlike the balls of the foot on other people, Risa's was just as soft and sensitive to tickling as was the rest of her foot; she took great care of her feet so that this could be achieved. The instep, on the other side of her flawless foot, was just as perfect as the rest of her feet; it curved softly from the side up to her pinky toe, and like her ball, was extremly soft and ticklish. Risa also treasured the side of her foot, for her arch was high enough that one could see that her side didnt actually touch the ground. In fact, her footprints left only the heel, toes, and upper area of her foot; none of the middle would touch.
In the very middle of the side, arch, ball and instep, was a spot she secretly called her sweet center. It lay in the very middle of her lower ball and instep, and without a doubt was the most ticklish place on her entire foot, save for her toes. She figured that this was because there was simply no way to protect that part of her foot, even if she scrunched her toes, or moved her foot away. It was the center, and was easy to get at. Besides, no amount of sole wrinkling could protect her there, even if she wanted to; it was, again, the center of her foot, and therefore not affected terribly by that last means of protection. But, if anything, she noticed that by curling her toes towards the sole, it did make her more ticklish there. If ever the tickler did decide to torture her there for a short period of time, she always tried to keep her toes against the upper part of her sole, so that it amplified the amazing effect her tickler already had.
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That first stroke of the feather on her foot drew a very cute squeel from her before it slowly continued its dance. The method this boy used was a very slow, torturish one, and Risa giggled madly in response. It slowly itched its way up her arch, causing her to laugh a little harder, then fluttered over the ball and met the space under her toes, causing them to crunch together in a defensive response. The toes on her other foot had splayed apart, as she unconciously attempted to pull away from the very soft, maddening strokes. The feather finished stroking that space under her toes, then fluttered between the vulnerable toes on her other foot. As the feather rounded the outside of her big toe, Risa screamed with laughter, and quickly wrinkled her other sole together, nearly trapping the feather between her big and middle toes. With a great deal of expertese, the feather stroked her toes horizontly once or twice, then ran down along each individual toe. It was by this point impossible to contain her laughter in slight giggles; Risa, since the attack on her other foot, had begun laughing rather than giggling, and had forced her eyes shut in an attempt to withstand the torture her feet were receiving.
When the feather reached her pinky toe for the third time, it brushed back and forth several times, rather than ending in a simple stroke as before. The tip then traced the outline of her toe very slowly before moving on to the next. The same procedure was repeated for each individual toe, and elicited such a lovely series of giggles that the boy thought of continuing playing with her toes for a far longer time. But, it would become boring, he very well knew. Still, when he reached her big toe for the last time, he brushed it for around 10 seconds, causing Risa's foot to thrash in ticklish agony. The seconds past, the feather traced her toe, then moved on. Risa knew that she still had a great deal of her feet that had yet to be touched, but already she had begun to sweat. Truly, this man was an expert at tickling his victims. She had had only a few seconds of these thoughts before it began yet again, on the same foot, but this time just under the toes. Again she wrinkled her sole in an attempt to protect them, and giggled madly.
The method chosen this time was to rapidly brush up and down across a small portion of her sole, and edge across slightly. Probably an attempt to find her most ticklish spots, Risa had managed to think, despite the feeling on her feet taking up a grand portion of her senses. Just above the ball of her foot, it was bearable, but as it edged more and more to the left, her giggles came closer and closer to hearty laughter. By the time it had found its way to the center, she had again lost control, and had begun to laugh much harder. But as it edged along further, it became more bearable again. The feathers movements changed slightly when it reached the end of her foot, enough to encompass some small circles that would reach the side of her foot. These only caused her to giggle slightly, but slowly the feather edged down again, and then the circular movements stopped. The rapid brushing resumed, this time in line with the ball of her foot. The feather began edging towards the right, and again she felt herself move from slight giggling to hearty laughter.
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