Tickle-ist1
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So one random Friday night I went to this party in order to tickle this girl’s feet. I’ve been asking her time after time in order to do and she said that she “might let me tonight.” Even though that there wasn’t a full possibility of doing it, I didn’t have much to do that night anyway. When I arrived I traveled through the house looking for her until I caught sight of her in the kitchen having a drink. She was a tall blond, wearing jeans, sandals, and a black sweater this particular night. I approached her and said hello, and then she said, “Hey this party sucks (there was like 9 people there, I wouldn’t even call it a party). Do you wanna take me to this other party?”
“Sure, I said,” thinking about how I would be able to finally tickle this girl’s feet. We made our way to my car and sat inside. When this occurred and we were alone, I said, “Alright, we aren’t going to go unless I tickle your feet the entire way.”
“But your driving!” She replied. “And I don’t want my feet tickled.”
“And why not?”
“Cause they are really ticklish.”
“C’mon! It’ll be fun.” And after a few minutes of arguing she finally agreed to do it. She lifted up her legs and placed her sandaled feet on my lap. I then started the car as I began to take off her sandals to reveal her lovely, slender size 9 feet. Then with one arm trapping her feet and holding on to the wheel, began to scratch the bottoms of her feet with the other. I can not really describe her friggin sweet soles except for the fact that they were rough yet smooth and wrinkled, and nice and well-taken care of. As soon as I began to tickle she laughed uncontrollably; this was by far the most ticklish feet I have encountered. Even though I loved the fact that she was moving her feet side to side to avoid my tickling fingers, I couldn’t concentrate on driving.
“Ha ha ha ha ha!” She laughed crazily. “My feheheheet are soo ticklish!” I can’t believe she was saying that as I continued torturing her. I knew that I couldn’t concentrate on driving for long and turned into a neighborhood to continue the tickling.
“Hey ha ha ha ha! That’s not fair!”
“Well, that’s what you get for making me wait.” All of a sudden someone called her, and to my enjoyment she picked it up, so now I tickled her feet while she tried to carry a conversation which was very entertaining. Eventually she hung up and continued to laugh and move her feet around. I ultimately had to hold her two big toes together with one hand and tickle with the other. After ten minutes of this, she finally began to be forceful and kicked herself away from my tickling fingers.
“How was that?” I asked in victory.
“I told you my feet were ticklish.”
“Well…..How about your stomach!” And with that attacked her tummy. I reached under her sweater and began to tickle every part of her midriff, all the while she was laughing and smiling ear to ear. But alas, her arms hit me away and demanded that I drove her to the party. I let her go, knowing that I had finally tickled this chick’s feet, and man it was a success.
“Sure, I said,” thinking about how I would be able to finally tickle this girl’s feet. We made our way to my car and sat inside. When this occurred and we were alone, I said, “Alright, we aren’t going to go unless I tickle your feet the entire way.”
“But your driving!” She replied. “And I don’t want my feet tickled.”
“And why not?”
“Cause they are really ticklish.”
“C’mon! It’ll be fun.” And after a few minutes of arguing she finally agreed to do it. She lifted up her legs and placed her sandaled feet on my lap. I then started the car as I began to take off her sandals to reveal her lovely, slender size 9 feet. Then with one arm trapping her feet and holding on to the wheel, began to scratch the bottoms of her feet with the other. I can not really describe her friggin sweet soles except for the fact that they were rough yet smooth and wrinkled, and nice and well-taken care of. As soon as I began to tickle she laughed uncontrollably; this was by far the most ticklish feet I have encountered. Even though I loved the fact that she was moving her feet side to side to avoid my tickling fingers, I couldn’t concentrate on driving.
“Ha ha ha ha ha!” She laughed crazily. “My feheheheet are soo ticklish!” I can’t believe she was saying that as I continued torturing her. I knew that I couldn’t concentrate on driving for long and turned into a neighborhood to continue the tickling.
“Hey ha ha ha ha! That’s not fair!”
“Well, that’s what you get for making me wait.” All of a sudden someone called her, and to my enjoyment she picked it up, so now I tickled her feet while she tried to carry a conversation which was very entertaining. Eventually she hung up and continued to laugh and move her feet around. I ultimately had to hold her two big toes together with one hand and tickle with the other. After ten minutes of this, she finally began to be forceful and kicked herself away from my tickling fingers.
“How was that?” I asked in victory.
“I told you my feet were ticklish.”
“Well…..How about your stomach!” And with that attacked her tummy. I reached under her sweater and began to tickle every part of her midriff, all the while she was laughing and smiling ear to ear. But alas, her arms hit me away and demanded that I drove her to the party. I let her go, knowing that I had finally tickled this chick’s feet, and man it was a success.
