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MY TRIP TO HAWAII - 2010
So many people scoffed at me when I offered to tickle session in Hawaii, I
thought I would give a quick review of my tickling activities. Keep in
mind, I think about tickling every day and it’s probably beyond an
obsession for me - more like a sexual orientation - and I am always on the
lookout for a tickling opportunity.
(1) On the flight down, I was seated in the aisle seat of the front row with a
newly married couple beside me - the husband in the middle and the wife in
the window seat - my wife, son and brother-in-law were across the aisle in
the other front row. The wife, a good-looking blonde woman about six feet
tall (which I find unattractive) put her feet across the husband’s lap and into
the space between my knees and the wall - these were big feet as would be
expected. My wife, knowing I have a foot and tickling fetish, was laughing
at me since I clearly found this woman’s big feet in my space gross.
(2) In Kona, coming out of the swimming pool I put my towel in the
laundry room at the Hilton Waikaloa. It was evening, there was nobody else
around and there was a pretty Japanese tourist doing her laundry. Since I do
speak Japanese (fairly well, anyway), I got a conversation going and found
out her feet were sore from walking that day. Hello! I offered to massage
her sore feet which were fabulously soft and got a few tickles in. My wife
and her husband were both in their respective rooms at the time.
(3) In the monorail at the Hilton Waikaloa, I was sitting across from a
Latino women in her late twenties who had the nicest feet in open sandals. I
struck up a conversation, complemented her feet and had them in my hands
in no time.
(4) In Honolulu, I went to a massage therapist who was a Japanese lady in
her mid thirties for my sore hip (I have some arthritis there and it hurts). In
my 1-hour massage we talked about different things and I mentioned what
had happened to me at a massage parlor once and how I didn’t know what
her place was exactly, talked about dungeons which she said are called s-m
clubs in Japan (I knew that very well, of course). Hello! There was nobody
else there in the massage clinic, she had told me how hard it was to make
money since there are too many massage therapists and she was a single
mother, so I offered her an extra twenty dollars if she would get up on the
table and I could tickle her feet for ten minutes. She went for it and, instead
of seventy-five dollars, I gave her a hundred.
(5) Went for a drive around Honolulu and stopped at a Jack-In-The-Box, a
real treat since we don’t have it in Canada, and saw a Hawaiian girl, late
twneties, with two tote bags outside at the bus stop. This was a rural area
outside of Honolulu. My wife was still inside with my disabled son and
brother in law eating and I went out to the car. She smiled at me and came
over to offer her services. I told her I’d give her fifty bucks if I could tickle
her. That got me nearly half an hour with her seated in the passenger seat of
my rented 4x4 tickling her feet, her legs, her sides and her belly.
(6) We went to a Hawaiian store that had hula dancers who ended up
dancing for me in a special show since their regular shows were already
done but I asked the manager. It was only six dances done by the three girls
and I noticed that one had nail polish on her toes. I know quite a bit about
Hawaiian culture and I told the manager that this girl was violating a kapu
(a taboo) by doing that. It turned out this girl had been having some bad
luck and I suggested that might be because the God’s were angry. To have
it forgiven, she would have to be punished in the way Hawaiians punished
the women in earlier days by tickling her feet. With the manager and the
other two girls present, I got to tickle not only that girl but the other two as
well. I bought quite a bit at that store.
(7) At an all-day luau type place, a girl from New Zealand around 20 years
old, brown-skin, dark brown eyes, long black hair, caught my eye and she
knew it since I was filming her almost exclusively. That evening, while she
was dancing in a show and I was sitting in the fifth row, she was looking at
me almost the whole time as I was communicating with her by looks and
gestures. She met me afterwards, while my family was shopping for
souvenirs, told me she was a university student (I already knew that) - I
asked her if money was a problem and ended up tickling her in a nearby
storage room for a hundred dollars.
(8) White sitting at the show in the fifth row, with now six of us since my
son and his girlfriend had arrived, my wife was in the second seat from the
aisle and I was in the sixth seat. The seat beside me was empty. Before the
show started, a really cute Japanese girl sat in that seat and the theatre was
dark. I started a few words in Japanese including akai (cute) in reference to
the dancers. She asked me waht that meant and I found she was a Chinese
girl from Beijing named Angela Lo Tung. We got along and I mentioned
the word kusuguri (Japanese for tickle) - she asked me what that meant.
Hello! I showed her by tickling her sides and her legs as she allowed me to.
My wife, five seats away, was oblivious to it - the dancer above, who was
watching me, was not.
(9) On the flight home, I had the front row aisle seat again and a girl who
had hurt herself in a moped accident was in the middle seat and she had to
stretch her legs. I ended up with her naked feet on my lap, massaging and
occasionally tickling them.
My wife, by the way, hates to be tickled, but she knows of my fetish,
obsession and orientation and understands that I can’t really help it. So she
is quite okay with me tickling other girls and women and laughs at me when
it backfires.
So many people scoffed at me when I offered to tickle session in Hawaii, I
thought I would give a quick review of my tickling activities. Keep in
mind, I think about tickling every day and it’s probably beyond an
obsession for me - more like a sexual orientation - and I am always on the
lookout for a tickling opportunity.
(1) On the flight down, I was seated in the aisle seat of the front row with a
newly married couple beside me - the husband in the middle and the wife in
the window seat - my wife, son and brother-in-law were across the aisle in
the other front row. The wife, a good-looking blonde woman about six feet
tall (which I find unattractive) put her feet across the husband’s lap and into
the space between my knees and the wall - these were big feet as would be
expected. My wife, knowing I have a foot and tickling fetish, was laughing
at me since I clearly found this woman’s big feet in my space gross.
(2) In Kona, coming out of the swimming pool I put my towel in the
laundry room at the Hilton Waikaloa. It was evening, there was nobody else
around and there was a pretty Japanese tourist doing her laundry. Since I do
speak Japanese (fairly well, anyway), I got a conversation going and found
out her feet were sore from walking that day. Hello! I offered to massage
her sore feet which were fabulously soft and got a few tickles in. My wife
and her husband were both in their respective rooms at the time.
(3) In the monorail at the Hilton Waikaloa, I was sitting across from a
Latino women in her late twenties who had the nicest feet in open sandals. I
struck up a conversation, complemented her feet and had them in my hands
in no time.
(4) In Honolulu, I went to a massage therapist who was a Japanese lady in
her mid thirties for my sore hip (I have some arthritis there and it hurts). In
my 1-hour massage we talked about different things and I mentioned what
had happened to me at a massage parlor once and how I didn’t know what
her place was exactly, talked about dungeons which she said are called s-m
clubs in Japan (I knew that very well, of course). Hello! There was nobody
else there in the massage clinic, she had told me how hard it was to make
money since there are too many massage therapists and she was a single
mother, so I offered her an extra twenty dollars if she would get up on the
table and I could tickle her feet for ten minutes. She went for it and, instead
of seventy-five dollars, I gave her a hundred.
(5) Went for a drive around Honolulu and stopped at a Jack-In-The-Box, a
real treat since we don’t have it in Canada, and saw a Hawaiian girl, late
twneties, with two tote bags outside at the bus stop. This was a rural area
outside of Honolulu. My wife was still inside with my disabled son and
brother in law eating and I went out to the car. She smiled at me and came
over to offer her services. I told her I’d give her fifty bucks if I could tickle
her. That got me nearly half an hour with her seated in the passenger seat of
my rented 4x4 tickling her feet, her legs, her sides and her belly.
(6) We went to a Hawaiian store that had hula dancers who ended up
dancing for me in a special show since their regular shows were already
done but I asked the manager. It was only six dances done by the three girls
and I noticed that one had nail polish on her toes. I know quite a bit about
Hawaiian culture and I told the manager that this girl was violating a kapu
(a taboo) by doing that. It turned out this girl had been having some bad
luck and I suggested that might be because the God’s were angry. To have
it forgiven, she would have to be punished in the way Hawaiians punished
the women in earlier days by tickling her feet. With the manager and the
other two girls present, I got to tickle not only that girl but the other two as
well. I bought quite a bit at that store.
(7) At an all-day luau type place, a girl from New Zealand around 20 years
old, brown-skin, dark brown eyes, long black hair, caught my eye and she
knew it since I was filming her almost exclusively. That evening, while she
was dancing in a show and I was sitting in the fifth row, she was looking at
me almost the whole time as I was communicating with her by looks and
gestures. She met me afterwards, while my family was shopping for
souvenirs, told me she was a university student (I already knew that) - I
asked her if money was a problem and ended up tickling her in a nearby
storage room for a hundred dollars.
(8) White sitting at the show in the fifth row, with now six of us since my
son and his girlfriend had arrived, my wife was in the second seat from the
aisle and I was in the sixth seat. The seat beside me was empty. Before the
show started, a really cute Japanese girl sat in that seat and the theatre was
dark. I started a few words in Japanese including akai (cute) in reference to
the dancers. She asked me waht that meant and I found she was a Chinese
girl from Beijing named Angela Lo Tung. We got along and I mentioned
the word kusuguri (Japanese for tickle) - she asked me what that meant.
Hello! I showed her by tickling her sides and her legs as she allowed me to.
My wife, five seats away, was oblivious to it - the dancer above, who was
watching me, was not.
(9) On the flight home, I had the front row aisle seat again and a girl who
had hurt herself in a moped accident was in the middle seat and she had to
stretch her legs. I ended up with her naked feet on my lap, massaging and
occasionally tickling them.
My wife, by the way, hates to be tickled, but she knows of my fetish,
obsession and orientation and understands that I can’t really help it. So she
is quite okay with me tickling other girls and women and laughs at me when
it backfires.
