Jawa
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I figured while I still have the memories fresh in my head, I may as well share some moments that I've had the privledge to experience IRL; away from here. Somehow, I'm hoping my stories convey some sort of meaning; or that they serve some greater purpose than... well... I'm on a TICKLING forum, YOU figure it out.
The purest, freshest form of these stories of mine were shared with a few friends of mine in a chatroom a while ago. like last year a while ago. I apologise if the details are not neccesarily up to par.
Of course, all events described did in fact take place. Names of all parties involved were changed to protect the innocent. From what? *shrug* dunno...
My first real foray into actually tickling a girl started a Spring Semester at the University I go to. I just recovered from a debilitating cancer, and, whatever friends I HAD made in 2006 (came out of highschool and went straight into College that fall) were GONE. Nothing Gold can stay forever.
After I was settled on campus, I went to my usual hangout; a dark hole in the wall place in the Student Union; Billiards Tables, Bowling alleys, and a DDR Machine.
Along with the usual gang of people I hang out with, nice blokes who play Fighter-games till their thumbs fall off, there was a girl there, shooting the breeze with them cooly, and occasionally going onto the DDR machine.
Lets call her Calissta. It's a good name I suppose. Calli was a good build, shapeley and proportionate at the same time. She had dark hair, and a smile that could light up a room.
That day, she was wearing summer wear. a Tube-Top, Flared jeans, and Black sandals that covered much of the foot. She would slip them off when she played DDR, and this is what sparked this particular footy foray.
On an unrelated note, I suck at DDR. She ofered me a few games, but I declined politeley, saying that William Hung would beat me at it. BADLY. I then proceeded to do my best retarded William Hung Impersonation, and she laughed, as I waded in place twirling my arms chanting 'Shebag,shebag' .
When she was done, I asked if she wanted to go for a walk. She said sure, so she gathered her things, and we left the Game Room, and walked around campus.
Without divulging too much information, we talked. apparantly she was a Post Graduate, and she'd be graduating from Highschool this year. Somehow, amidst my charming articulations, I asked if her feet hurt, directing the attention to her feet.
These moments are usually high-tension moments that can make or break any relationship. I was relieved/surprised when she accepted. So I went all in and told her as openly and as honestly as I could while I hoisted one of her feet onto my lap and slipped her thick black sandal off. "See, I don't have a foot fettish," I began. "I'm more of a tickler." I said as I grinned deviously, her toes curling as I teasingly stroked her bare arch.
Cali told me she was very... 'open' to new things. She was Bi-Curious, and she let her Boyfriend restrain her a few times. She told me though she wasn't crazy about tickling at first because of one time when she was tickled while she was handcuffed. she felt helpless, and that's never a good feeling. 🙁
But yeah, she was intrigued with my fixation, and a few days later I treated her to another moment to 'kick her shoes off' and relax. More talking, a bit of masussery as well, but no tickling. there were groups of people who would pass by every now and again, and I made myself look like such a dork, hiding her feet and looking away non-chalantly like I didn't do anything. She laughed a few times, and told me to relax. " I was just helping a friend relieve some tension," she told me. She really loved those massages. I got good feedback. at one point, I think she was drifting into and out of sleep it was just right.
A bit later on, we had another Rondezvous at a local branch of the Library. I would like to thank TTC at this point, because I did a *BIT* of research here, and assembled a small tool-kit for this session. An aside moment here, before the real tickling begins.
a little before, and a little after my Cancer incident, I discovered, and visited this site every so often. Yeah, it's another one of my 'I'm not alone' speeches, but I also wanted to know WHY, damnit, WHY I was into tickling. I was determined to find out, with the arsenal I had at my disposal.
Rite-Aid:
- 2 Travel Tooth-Brushes (1 for personal use; one for hygene. it was 2 for a buck I think.)
- 1 Hair Brush I found discarded; stiff Bristles, and boiled (for, you know, hygene)
- 3 ft. Boot Laces.
- A Plastic Fork from the food court.
So; we met at the Library, and we scanned for a more isolated/private area with minimal interruption. After finding the perfect spot, it began.
I slowly slipped off her shoes to reveal some worn white socks with little pink hearts on them. Damnit, now I can't remember if it was that or black socks, or Hello Kitty... Arrrgh. She was wearing warm, moist Socks for a few seconds before I peeled them off inch by inch, revealing a pair of soft, pink, almost glowing soles. I then used the Boot Laces to wrap her ankles and tied her big toes together with the remainder of it. I then told her to close her eyes as I reached in to my Riteaid bag of tricks.
First item I pulled out was the travel toothbrushes. after a bit of difficulty getting the packaging opened, I pocketed the Blue one, and prepared the Red one.
I made light circles on her heel, watching for feedback. She squirmed a bit and smirked, wiggling her toes and closing her eyes tightly. I then slowly went up and down the insteps of her feet, watching her toes clench, all except for the big ones, trying to fight the nagging, tingling sensation dancing on her feet. I was thurough, going between the toes, and along the overlooked overhang, Causing her to giggle silently and squirm some more. she may have kicked my lap teasingly at one point... I don't recall.
I then told her to close her eyes again as I pulled out the hair brush. She JUMPED when it made contact. Being mindful of how stiff it was, I went lightly, scrubbing her heels and the balls of her feet, and her tender insteps in a similar, circular manner. She squirmed and twitched some more, but after that particular session, she told me the brush was 'too scratchy'.
So then I told her to close her eyes yet again, and I pulled out.. the Plastic Fork. At first, she thought it was a knife, and she paniced a little, but after assuring her it was only a plastic fork... she said no; and... I agreed. Didn't know what I was thinking there.
So, we still had an hour to kill, and her feet were still bound up. So I proceeded to have my fun with her, tickling and caressing her feet until sweat perculated on her face and neck. my fingers licked up and down her soles, and Wormed their way between her toes, as they futily tried to fight back, wiggling helplessly.
She was holding back barrels of laughs now, and I fixed on her a look of such mischief like I was the devil himself, and this was in fact her personal Hell. I whispered or her to 'Give in'. She threatened she would...
...
If I were a betting man, I'd have said Callista Would have. But instead, I showed her some form of mercy, and went from the peaks of agony and extacy to the valley of mirth and euphoria. I treated her to another massage, working with speed and firmness; and I was kind enough to unbind her toes too.
She gave me some pointers after the fact, and I took notes. Something about women like it slower, and men are always in a rush or something... I took careful note of that, and I learned what got me off. MAYBE.
I like the reactions I get. I like to make someone honestly smile. and what better way than with pure, innocent tickling. I like it, because I know she likes it too.
Since then me and Callista have been friends, and we keep in some form of contact.
There; that's about 2 stories right there. I'll wait for your input before I tell you about Story 3. How'd I do??? STROKE MY EGO.
I figured while I still have the memories fresh in my head, I may as well share some moments that I've had the privledge to experience IRL; away from here. Somehow, I'm hoping my stories convey some sort of meaning; or that they serve some greater purpose than... well... I'm on a TICKLING forum, YOU figure it out.
The purest, freshest form of these stories of mine were shared with a few friends of mine in a chatroom a while ago. like last year a while ago. I apologise if the details are not neccesarily up to par.
Of course, all events described did in fact take place. Names of all parties involved were changed to protect the innocent. From what? *shrug* dunno...
My first real foray into actually tickling a girl started a Spring Semester at the University I go to. I just recovered from a debilitating cancer, and, whatever friends I HAD made in 2006 (came out of highschool and went straight into College that fall) were GONE. Nothing Gold can stay forever.
After I was settled on campus, I went to my usual hangout; a dark hole in the wall place in the Student Union; Billiards Tables, Bowling alleys, and a DDR Machine.
Along with the usual gang of people I hang out with, nice blokes who play Fighter-games till their thumbs fall off, there was a girl there, shooting the breeze with them cooly, and occasionally going onto the DDR machine.
Lets call her Calissta. It's a good name I suppose. Calli was a good build, shapeley and proportionate at the same time. She had dark hair, and a smile that could light up a room.
That day, she was wearing summer wear. a Tube-Top, Flared jeans, and Black sandals that covered much of the foot. She would slip them off when she played DDR, and this is what sparked this particular footy foray.
On an unrelated note, I suck at DDR. She ofered me a few games, but I declined politeley, saying that William Hung would beat me at it. BADLY. I then proceeded to do my best retarded William Hung Impersonation, and she laughed, as I waded in place twirling my arms chanting 'Shebag,shebag' .
When she was done, I asked if she wanted to go for a walk. She said sure, so she gathered her things, and we left the Game Room, and walked around campus.
Without divulging too much information, we talked. apparantly she was a Post Graduate, and she'd be graduating from Highschool this year. Somehow, amidst my charming articulations, I asked if her feet hurt, directing the attention to her feet.
These moments are usually high-tension moments that can make or break any relationship. I was relieved/surprised when she accepted. So I went all in and told her as openly and as honestly as I could while I hoisted one of her feet onto my lap and slipped her thick black sandal off. "See, I don't have a foot fettish," I began. "I'm more of a tickler." I said as I grinned deviously, her toes curling as I teasingly stroked her bare arch.
Cali told me she was very... 'open' to new things. She was Bi-Curious, and she let her Boyfriend restrain her a few times. She told me though she wasn't crazy about tickling at first because of one time when she was tickled while she was handcuffed. she felt helpless, and that's never a good feeling. 🙁
But yeah, she was intrigued with my fixation, and a few days later I treated her to another moment to 'kick her shoes off' and relax. More talking, a bit of masussery as well, but no tickling. there were groups of people who would pass by every now and again, and I made myself look like such a dork, hiding her feet and looking away non-chalantly like I didn't do anything. She laughed a few times, and told me to relax. " I was just helping a friend relieve some tension," she told me. She really loved those massages. I got good feedback. at one point, I think she was drifting into and out of sleep it was just right.
A bit later on, we had another Rondezvous at a local branch of the Library. I would like to thank TTC at this point, because I did a *BIT* of research here, and assembled a small tool-kit for this session. An aside moment here, before the real tickling begins.
a little before, and a little after my Cancer incident, I discovered, and visited this site every so often. Yeah, it's another one of my 'I'm not alone' speeches, but I also wanted to know WHY, damnit, WHY I was into tickling. I was determined to find out, with the arsenal I had at my disposal.
Rite-Aid:
- 2 Travel Tooth-Brushes (1 for personal use; one for hygene. it was 2 for a buck I think.)
- 1 Hair Brush I found discarded; stiff Bristles, and boiled (for, you know, hygene)
- 3 ft. Boot Laces.
- A Plastic Fork from the food court.
So; we met at the Library, and we scanned for a more isolated/private area with minimal interruption. After finding the perfect spot, it began.
I slowly slipped off her shoes to reveal some worn white socks with little pink hearts on them. Damnit, now I can't remember if it was that or black socks, or Hello Kitty... Arrrgh. She was wearing warm, moist Socks for a few seconds before I peeled them off inch by inch, revealing a pair of soft, pink, almost glowing soles. I then used the Boot Laces to wrap her ankles and tied her big toes together with the remainder of it. I then told her to close her eyes as I reached in to my Riteaid bag of tricks.
First item I pulled out was the travel toothbrushes. after a bit of difficulty getting the packaging opened, I pocketed the Blue one, and prepared the Red one.
I made light circles on her heel, watching for feedback. She squirmed a bit and smirked, wiggling her toes and closing her eyes tightly. I then slowly went up and down the insteps of her feet, watching her toes clench, all except for the big ones, trying to fight the nagging, tingling sensation dancing on her feet. I was thurough, going between the toes, and along the overlooked overhang, Causing her to giggle silently and squirm some more. she may have kicked my lap teasingly at one point... I don't recall.
I then told her to close her eyes again as I pulled out the hair brush. She JUMPED when it made contact. Being mindful of how stiff it was, I went lightly, scrubbing her heels and the balls of her feet, and her tender insteps in a similar, circular manner. She squirmed and twitched some more, but after that particular session, she told me the brush was 'too scratchy'.
So then I told her to close her eyes yet again, and I pulled out.. the Plastic Fork. At first, she thought it was a knife, and she paniced a little, but after assuring her it was only a plastic fork... she said no; and... I agreed. Didn't know what I was thinking there.
So, we still had an hour to kill, and her feet were still bound up. So I proceeded to have my fun with her, tickling and caressing her feet until sweat perculated on her face and neck. my fingers licked up and down her soles, and Wormed their way between her toes, as they futily tried to fight back, wiggling helplessly.
She was holding back barrels of laughs now, and I fixed on her a look of such mischief like I was the devil himself, and this was in fact her personal Hell. I whispered or her to 'Give in'. She threatened she would...
...
If I were a betting man, I'd have said Callista Would have. But instead, I showed her some form of mercy, and went from the peaks of agony and extacy to the valley of mirth and euphoria. I treated her to another massage, working with speed and firmness; and I was kind enough to unbind her toes too.
She gave me some pointers after the fact, and I took notes. Something about women like it slower, and men are always in a rush or something... I took careful note of that, and I learned what got me off. MAYBE.
I like the reactions I get. I like to make someone honestly smile. and what better way than with pure, innocent tickling. I like it, because I know she likes it too.
Since then me and Callista have been friends, and we keep in some form of contact.
There; that's about 2 stories right there. I'll wait for your input before I tell you about Story 3. How'd I do??? STROKE MY EGO.
