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Wish I had interestin stories 🙁
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Well I liked that one you put up on here. Sounds like you had a fun time there. Kind of feel jealous for the guy there though :tounge:
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Well I'm jelous of TG. She's got a cool tickle story!
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Well, apart from this being a true story it contains a little trick...please feel free to use.
I was at my friend's flat and she was depressed. Her flat was small and there was no where to sit except one small couch. She was a lot shorter than me and she sat in one corner of the couch with her socked feet resting in my lap. She was feeling sad because this guy she liked wasn't interested in her. We chatted a lot and the mood was really down. I said (and here's the trick) how to cheer you up. She looked at me then back at the TV. I pulled off her sock and she looked at me again, sadly, and she must have thought I was going to give her a foot massage. I then locked her foot between my two legs and started tickling the soles of her bare foot with my fingers. She look at me in surprise and started to giggle just slightly...I continued and she told me to stop. I said that geee that's beautiful the first smile I've seen on your face all day. I continued and her giggle turned into a full-on gorgeous, strong laugh....she was in hysterics. I had no idea how ticklish she was. I tickled her entire foot, even on the tops sent into screams of laughter....she then fell off the couch and I stood above her and continued to tickle. This went on for at least a minute or more. I stopped then we got back on the couch and she relaxed, put her feet back. We continued watching TV then I looked at her and said....you still look sad. Then I pulled off her other sock and repeated the process again. She was begging and went totally insane. I could see she thought I was nuts for doing this, but I did not care. After all the tickling she cheered up a bit and we both smiled at each other. She certainly felt better. So there you go people, if you have a friend depressed about something, use this as an excuse to really tickle them.
I was at my friend's flat and she was depressed. Her flat was small and there was no where to sit except one small couch. She was a lot shorter than me and she sat in one corner of the couch with her socked feet resting in my lap. She was feeling sad because this guy she liked wasn't interested in her. We chatted a lot and the mood was really down. I said (and here's the trick) how to cheer you up. She looked at me then back at the TV. I pulled off her sock and she looked at me again, sadly, and she must have thought I was going to give her a foot massage. I then locked her foot between my two legs and started tickling the soles of her bare foot with my fingers. She look at me in surprise and started to giggle just slightly...I continued and she told me to stop. I said that geee that's beautiful the first smile I've seen on your face all day. I continued and her giggle turned into a full-on gorgeous, strong laugh....she was in hysterics. I had no idea how ticklish she was. I tickled her entire foot, even on the tops sent into screams of laughter....she then fell off the couch and I stood above her and continued to tickle. This went on for at least a minute or more. I stopped then we got back on the couch and she relaxed, put her feet back. We continued watching TV then I looked at her and said....you still look sad. Then I pulled off her other sock and repeated the process again. She was begging and went totally insane. I could see she thought I was nuts for doing this, but I did not care. After all the tickling she cheered up a bit and we both smiled at each other. She certainly felt better. So there you go people, if you have a friend depressed about something, use this as an excuse to really tickle them.
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Lol I like ya style 🙂 . Thats really sweet to *warm fuzzy smile*
🙂 Thanks!
Nice story Aussie, but that's a dangerous trick, I know lots of people don't like to be tickled at all, let alone when they're in a bad mood.
If I was particulary upset about something, I dunno if tickling would piss me off or make me feel better at that moment... Hmm...
Maybe in Australia it's different, eh mate?
Nice story Aussie, but that's a dangerous trick, I know lots of people don't like to be tickled at all, let alone when they're in a bad mood.
If I was particulary upset about something, I dunno if tickling would piss me off or make me feel better at that moment... Hmm...
Maybe in Australia it's different, eh mate?
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Well. I guess you just got to know when you can and can't tickle depending if someone was depressed or not. Obviously I would have stopped if she was pissed off, but she wasn't. Also, it wasn't real depression, just feeling sorry for herself...easy way to cheer us both up. As for things being different it Australia....tickling is rather a quiet affair here, very difficult to find a willing ticklee....I think Aussie's are more conservative than what they think they are.....tickling seems alien to this culture LOL.
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Yeah, we're a little bit crazier than other places when it comes to that sort of thing, but hey, I think it's all good too.
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ticklishgiggle said:
wow! Thats like, um, poetry or something 🙂 .
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*smiles and nods* 😛 .
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Always gotta hold it down! Fo' shizzle 😎
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Unfortunately not much came out of this, but some friends and I had been out drinking (fairly typical for a saturday night), and had chosen to sober up at one of the girl's places. This really hot Chinese girl in our group fell asleep on this huge rug, and still being tipsy some of the guys rolled her up in the carpet... one thing led to the next and someone went for her feet.
Man, all I can say is Beer buzz + Hot Chinese girl + Tickling = Insane paradise
If only she had been slightly more ticklish :S
Edit: And, uh, keep it real in the skizzy y'all :weird:
Man, all I can say is Beer buzz + Hot Chinese girl + Tickling = Insane paradise
If only she had been slightly more ticklish :S
Edit: And, uh, keep it real in the skizzy y'all :weird:
My first experience....I've had an active interest in stocking feet for as long as I can remember; I don't know why, I couldn't tell you how I just knew that I felt very strange in my tummy at an early age whenever a woman walked around the house, or was shown on the television, in stocking feet. I can remember feeling this way when I saw the David Copperfiled trick with Catherine Bach, and not only did he get her shoes off, but he also (supposedly) gave her a foot tickle. My tickle fetish didn't come along until later, as I was just happy looking at stocking feet. For years, this was all I could do, until one year, we went to visit my aunt in Scotland (I'm English, by the way).
My nan was staying with us for a fortnight or so, about a month before we were due to visit my aunt. I wasn't that bothered about it to begin with, until, for some reason, my nan happened to mention that my aunt loved to have her feet tickled.
HELLO!!!!!!!
As soon as I heard that, I couldnt wait to get there! I hadn't seen my aunt in years, so I didn't know quite how I was going to achieve it, but I did know that I would have a fortnight of staying there to find out!
Now, my aunt is an attractive blonde haired woman, who, at the time, always wore a blue nurse type uniform, and white tights. She would walk around either in open toes flat sandal style slippers, or just in stocking feet!! I was in my element! Plus, my aunt has a heart of gold, and so she didn't object to myself and my sister demanding her time! It was absolutely superb, but just one thing: how to tickle her feet? I didn't want to appear odd, and I certainly didn't want to get into trouble, so I just waited, looking at her white stocking feet whenever I got the chance. I'd often get to see her soles, as she'd be kneeling down, or she'd be playing with her shoes under the table. It was fantastic, a whole new world was finally opening itself up for me!
But how to tickle her?
In the end, it was my sister (3 years younger than me) who solved my problem, by tickling my aunt's feet while she sat down. My aunt just looked at her and smiled, saying how much she enjoyed it. Well, that was all I needed to hear. I turned around, and also began to tickle her feet for her, a slow, gentle tickling, just to relax her. Back then, this was enough for me, just to be touching her wonderful, smooth, dainty white stocking feet!! It was fantastic, and for the rest of the holiday, my aunt's feet weren't left untouched!
My parents would often go out for the evening, my uncle would be working late, my cousins weren't interested in two little kids, so it was me, my sister and my aunt. I'd instigate reasons to tickle, stroke, massage and rub her feet every night, and my aunt certainly wasn't complaining!!
At one point, I tickled her feet with her legs resting on my shoulders, and on another, we even pretended to open a beauty salon, with my aunt as the customer, and as my sister played with her hair, I paid all my attention to her feet for about half an hour or so. At one point, she even said that ticking was more relaxing than massaging, after I'd given her the option of which to have. I even complained to her for wearing white tights all the time, and not black ones!!
Now that I remember it, I can recall being on the sofa with my aunt, the rest of the family in the room, watching some holiday slides. My aunt had kicked off her slippers, and as I was sitting very close to her, and the lights were out, I gingerly moved my foot over to hers, just gently touching it. I'm not sure if she noticed or not, but she did adjust her seating position slightly so that she was closer to me!!! She later went out of the room to get a drink, at which point her slippers went on, but as soon as she came back, they came off again.
Maybe she had me sussed at the age of 11, who knows? All I know is that my aunt, like many of us here, is responsible for igniting my unfulfilled foot fetish in ways that still carry on today! She's responsible for the birth, the indulgence throughout various intervals of my teenage years. I'll talk about my later experiences at other times, but for now, I hope you've all enjoyed this one.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
My nan was staying with us for a fortnight or so, about a month before we were due to visit my aunt. I wasn't that bothered about it to begin with, until, for some reason, my nan happened to mention that my aunt loved to have her feet tickled.
HELLO!!!!!!!
As soon as I heard that, I couldnt wait to get there! I hadn't seen my aunt in years, so I didn't know quite how I was going to achieve it, but I did know that I would have a fortnight of staying there to find out!
Now, my aunt is an attractive blonde haired woman, who, at the time, always wore a blue nurse type uniform, and white tights. She would walk around either in open toes flat sandal style slippers, or just in stocking feet!! I was in my element! Plus, my aunt has a heart of gold, and so she didn't object to myself and my sister demanding her time! It was absolutely superb, but just one thing: how to tickle her feet? I didn't want to appear odd, and I certainly didn't want to get into trouble, so I just waited, looking at her white stocking feet whenever I got the chance. I'd often get to see her soles, as she'd be kneeling down, or she'd be playing with her shoes under the table. It was fantastic, a whole new world was finally opening itself up for me!
But how to tickle her?
In the end, it was my sister (3 years younger than me) who solved my problem, by tickling my aunt's feet while she sat down. My aunt just looked at her and smiled, saying how much she enjoyed it. Well, that was all I needed to hear. I turned around, and also began to tickle her feet for her, a slow, gentle tickling, just to relax her. Back then, this was enough for me, just to be touching her wonderful, smooth, dainty white stocking feet!! It was fantastic, and for the rest of the holiday, my aunt's feet weren't left untouched!
My parents would often go out for the evening, my uncle would be working late, my cousins weren't interested in two little kids, so it was me, my sister and my aunt. I'd instigate reasons to tickle, stroke, massage and rub her feet every night, and my aunt certainly wasn't complaining!!
At one point, I tickled her feet with her legs resting on my shoulders, and on another, we even pretended to open a beauty salon, with my aunt as the customer, and as my sister played with her hair, I paid all my attention to her feet for about half an hour or so. At one point, she even said that ticking was more relaxing than massaging, after I'd given her the option of which to have. I even complained to her for wearing white tights all the time, and not black ones!!
Now that I remember it, I can recall being on the sofa with my aunt, the rest of the family in the room, watching some holiday slides. My aunt had kicked off her slippers, and as I was sitting very close to her, and the lights were out, I gingerly moved my foot over to hers, just gently touching it. I'm not sure if she noticed or not, but she did adjust her seating position slightly so that she was closer to me!!! She later went out of the room to get a drink, at which point her slippers went on, but as soon as she came back, they came off again.
Maybe she had me sussed at the age of 11, who knows? All I know is that my aunt, like many of us here, is responsible for igniting my unfulfilled foot fetish in ways that still carry on today! She's responsible for the birth, the indulgence throughout various intervals of my teenage years. I'll talk about my later experiences at other times, but for now, I hope you've all enjoyed this one.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
Probably the best sneaky tickle I had was when I was doing some drama. Long story, but basically it was Hamlet and I was practising for the 'get thee to a nunnery' scene with my then girlfriend's best friend. We needed to practice the dynamic of the relationship as I needed to write all the preparation work up for the exam I was doing. So I got us doing a role play where each took it in turns to do exactly what the other one said (and you are stupid if you can't see where this baby is going). I got her to lie on the floor on her back and put her feet on my knees ( I was in a chair). Then I told her I was going to tickle her and would stop once she's told me a children's story. I got to slide my fingers all over her stockinged soles whilst she yelled and squirmed and tried to remember what the hell Baby Bear said to Goldilocks. I personally prefer bare feet, but whatcha gonna do? Anyway, it was the longest sneaky tickle I've done. Usually you have to stop before they call the police.
I did a lot of shorter tickles too. I taught English in Asia for a while and we'd play "find someone who...' in class. Does what it says on the tin, the students have a list of things like 'has done a bungee jump' and they have to find someone who has done a bungee jump and write their name down. So yours truely generally included "find someone who is ticklish" on the list. Now 'ticklish' isn't a word that most students know and as a teacher it was obviously my duty to teach them in an imaginative and memorable way. Now with it being hot, most of my students wore flip flops/sandals and there was a bunch of gorgeous females in pretty much every class.
So, someone puts there hand up and says 'what means 'ticklish'? or some thing and I'd politely ask a female wearing sandals to help me demonstrate. There isn't the same stigma about feet over there and they would have no idea what I was up to, so I was generally able to gently hold their ankle in full view of the class, slip off their sandal and have a little tickle of some wonderfully smooth soles. Yes, it was a complete abuse of my position but nobody died and tell me you wouldn't have done the same if you'd thought of it.
I don't teach anymore ... officer.
I did a lot of shorter tickles too. I taught English in Asia for a while and we'd play "find someone who...' in class. Does what it says on the tin, the students have a list of things like 'has done a bungee jump' and they have to find someone who has done a bungee jump and write their name down. So yours truely generally included "find someone who is ticklish" on the list. Now 'ticklish' isn't a word that most students know and as a teacher it was obviously my duty to teach them in an imaginative and memorable way. Now with it being hot, most of my students wore flip flops/sandals and there was a bunch of gorgeous females in pretty much every class.
So, someone puts there hand up and says 'what means 'ticklish'? or some thing and I'd politely ask a female wearing sandals to help me demonstrate. There isn't the same stigma about feet over there and they would have no idea what I was up to, so I was generally able to gently hold their ankle in full view of the class, slip off their sandal and have a little tickle of some wonderfully smooth soles. Yes, it was a complete abuse of my position but nobody died and tell me you wouldn't have done the same if you'd thought of it.
I don't teach anymore ... officer.
