baseball333
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My ex wife was ticklish on her ribs and knees, but despite soft smooth curvy feet she wasn't ticklish there. I applied lotion daily, however nothing worked.
That changed on a day down the NJ shore when she got a splinter in her foot.
I tried scraping it out with my nail, while she lay face down on the sofa. The jerks and pulling away was like a gift from above. Finally, she told me to "Forget about it!" (meaning the splinter). My mind was set in motion.
A couple of weeks later, I had her tied (face down) on the bed. I decided to try something I'd read about in Penthouse Forum, coupled with my previous discovery down the shore. I told her that her feet needed cleaning, and filled the dishwater tub with warm soapy water. At my side was a small stiff scrub
brush that I purchased earlier in the day.
I'll tell you what: the screaming laughter that came out of that woman is priceless to this day. Even her heels were ticklish! I thought she was going to break the bed. I held her toes back and did her arches, telling her to keep still, while she shrieked and bucked. When I concentrated on solidly scrubbing the balls of her feet she went absolutely nuts. That's when she broke entirely, demanding that I stop, through fits of hysterical laughter. I kept up the scrubbing for another minute, saying I'd stop if she admitted that I was the best. Finally, she screamed it out.
That was the first and only time I ever tickled her feet that way. After that, it was back to the usual soft stroking and kissing her soles. She wanted no part of that brush anymore.
My point is, even if some people don't appear to be ticklish, sometimes all
they require is a firmer touch.
That changed on a day down the NJ shore when she got a splinter in her foot.
I tried scraping it out with my nail, while she lay face down on the sofa. The jerks and pulling away was like a gift from above. Finally, she told me to "Forget about it!" (meaning the splinter). My mind was set in motion.
A couple of weeks later, I had her tied (face down) on the bed. I decided to try something I'd read about in Penthouse Forum, coupled with my previous discovery down the shore. I told her that her feet needed cleaning, and filled the dishwater tub with warm soapy water. At my side was a small stiff scrub
brush that I purchased earlier in the day.
I'll tell you what: the screaming laughter that came out of that woman is priceless to this day. Even her heels were ticklish! I thought she was going to break the bed. I held her toes back and did her arches, telling her to keep still, while she shrieked and bucked. When I concentrated on solidly scrubbing the balls of her feet she went absolutely nuts. That's when she broke entirely, demanding that I stop, through fits of hysterical laughter. I kept up the scrubbing for another minute, saying I'd stop if she admitted that I was the best. Finally, she screamed it out.
That was the first and only time I ever tickled her feet that way. After that, it was back to the usual soft stroking and kissing her soles. She wanted no part of that brush anymore.
My point is, even if some people don't appear to be ticklish, sometimes all
they require is a firmer touch.
