Hi all. There has been a lot of discussion about platonic vs. erotic tickling. What do you call it when the tickling is meant to be erotic by one person but not the other? To illustrate what I mean we have to go back in time to when I was 16 (not that long ago actually) and I went to the home of my best friend Guinivere one Saturday.
It was a summer day and I was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and since she only lived 4 blocks away I went over barefoot. We were just going to decide what to do with our day. Well Guin was not ready (a frequent occurance) and I waited on the patio for her. Her dad came out to keep me company and he made the usual small talk. He kept looking down at my unshod feet and finalloy commented on my metallic blue nail polish and toe rings. He asked if the rings were pewter or silver and I told him (silver). Then he reached down and grabbed my right foot. He cradled my ankle very gently in his left and and then with his right hand he began to stroke my ticklish sole! I tried to pull away but if I had pulled back I would have fallen off the patio. I tried not to laugh but he continued scratching my foot until until the laughter just burst out. This made him tickle me even more.
Looking back I know he considered this erotic tickling because he stroked the bottom of my foot very slowly and he was watching my reactions as his fingers glided down to my heel, sound my ankle and up to my toes. I was laughing and beating my fists on the patio wall but I could not break his grip on my captive foot.
Finally I gasped out "Please! I can't stand it anymore!" and then we both heard a voice shout "Dad!". Instantly he released me and we both saw Guinivere standing at the entrance to the patio, her eyes wide with disbelief! I was gasping for breath but I got up and got away from him right away. You should have seen her dad's face. It went from white with surprise to red with embarrassment. He mumbled somethihng that might have been an apology but his voice was so low I couldn't understand him. Guin and I just left and we did not discuss the incident for quite a while.
Oh, and also I did not let myself be alone with her dad for the rest of the summer.
It was a summer day and I was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and since she only lived 4 blocks away I went over barefoot. We were just going to decide what to do with our day. Well Guin was not ready (a frequent occurance) and I waited on the patio for her. Her dad came out to keep me company and he made the usual small talk. He kept looking down at my unshod feet and finalloy commented on my metallic blue nail polish and toe rings. He asked if the rings were pewter or silver and I told him (silver). Then he reached down and grabbed my right foot. He cradled my ankle very gently in his left and and then with his right hand he began to stroke my ticklish sole! I tried to pull away but if I had pulled back I would have fallen off the patio. I tried not to laugh but he continued scratching my foot until until the laughter just burst out. This made him tickle me even more.
Looking back I know he considered this erotic tickling because he stroked the bottom of my foot very slowly and he was watching my reactions as his fingers glided down to my heel, sound my ankle and up to my toes. I was laughing and beating my fists on the patio wall but I could not break his grip on my captive foot.
Finally I gasped out "Please! I can't stand it anymore!" and then we both heard a voice shout "Dad!". Instantly he released me and we both saw Guinivere standing at the entrance to the patio, her eyes wide with disbelief! I was gasping for breath but I got up and got away from him right away. You should have seen her dad's face. It went from white with surprise to red with embarrassment. He mumbled somethihng that might have been an apology but his voice was so low I couldn't understand him. Guin and I just left and we did not discuss the incident for quite a while.
Oh, and also I did not let myself be alone with her dad for the rest of the summer.
