ticklefiend30001
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So I have these coupons that I got for christmas giving me various amount of foot tickling time from my girl.
I plan on using one at the weekend. It's now Thursday night, the night before New Years Eve and I have done a 12 hour shift come home and got the times for the movie that me and my woman are gonna go out and see. She comes round eats a pack of peanuts on my couch, we chat, talk about our day and then go see the flick. When we get home we realize we are out of supplies, meaning I have to go down the store to get a few things. Usually when I have to do this late and unexpectedly I take a little foot tickling time as a fee. I got my lovely red headed girlfriends soft little size 7 wooly socked feet up in my lap (the wooly socks keeping them beautifully creamy since their foot spa and moisture treatment the night before) proceeded to peel the socks off and run my eager fingers over hare bare soles. I suprised her with quick scratchy tickles on her wiggling toes and wriggling arches and was loving the smooth texture of her skin on my fingertips. She was not reacting much however as she was wathing the tv. So I turned it off with the remote forcing her to concentrate on the sensations to her feet. I carried on with the tickling this time very lightly running my fingernails, finger tips and first digits of my fingers an thumbs swiftly but methodically over the bottoms of her exposed soles. Her laughter slowly built to near hysterics as I continued to torture the most sensitive regions of ticklish tootsies, the favorite places that I have learnt to visit over the last 9 months. The soft tender skin in between the bottom of her big toe and the balls of the uppers soles of her pretty pink feet were poked and scraped as her big toes were gripped in my thumbs rendering them unable to escape the light, sensitive torture I was giving them. She laughed even more as I wrapped my right arm round her ankles securing her feet in between my arm an my chest and happily carrying on. I did this for about another minute and stopped. Rushed down the garage and then back to the house in th hope to get in some more tickling. We ended up just chilling out for about 45 mins and then I mentioned how ticklish she was that particular night.
"Actually, could I use one of my coupons tonight?"
.. "Sure" she replied,
"Can I use this one?" ..
**I handed her a coupon she had written "GOOD FOR ONE HALF HOUR FOOT TICKLING"**
"Okay" she said
"Can I get George?....
"Yep" - She says
<<<<<<George is the per name of an old shoe box that I keep all my tickle toys in, such as feathers, an electric toothbrush, a boar hair hairbrush etc.>>>>>>
So I fetch George and place it next to me by the couch place a pillow in my lap place my ladies feet on to the pillow and hold her ankles down firmly but gently, and immediately begin to slowly stroke the soles of her feet with my roaming tickling hand, she giggles and squirms as I once again probe and poke and scratch at her feet. She then breaks out in full hard laughter as I really dig all my fingers in to the soft skin of her foot bottoms and listen to her squeal I alternate between that and light fingertip all over sole tickling for a few mins before getting my first toy out. The cocktail stick.
I stroked it gently up the length of her arched foot and produced a little squeal and then began to poke the point end of the cocktail stick in to the creases of her now wrinkled soles.
"Nooooooooo" she cried
"No. No . No. No. No. Please....."
She pleaded.
Knowing I would not stop, indeed probably knoing thsi would encourage me.
I continued to tantalize her with the stick for about 30 seconds bfore dropping and once again roaming her feet with my quick, light and unpredictable scratchy fingernails, occasionally digging my fingers deep in to bring a big bout of laughter out of the now red faced beauty I was enjoying tickling so much.
To tease and taunt her I looked at how long she had been enduring her commitment and it turned out only 5 minutes had passed. This in no small way had seemed like a half hour already to my poor (now semi - restrained at the ankles) girlfriend. So she subsequently got a clock by her head in teh form of her cell phone to track the time.
I gave her a brief break before tickling the crap out of those helpless little peds for a further 25 minutes. During this time she regretted writing the coupon for 30 mins, let alone the one she had written for 45 minutes or the one for an hour...
"I didn't know what i was getting myself in to" she exclaimed.
She even managed to steal the 1 hour coupon from me, but after much protest I got it back.
I must say those 30 minutes were probably the best 30 minutes of the holiday season.
I tickled her at times with a comb, A LOT with a nice long stiff feather, making sure I spent some time with the that in between her little toes. And ofcourse my personal favorite the electric toothbrush!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope you liked it, and it's all true.
I plan on using one at the weekend. It's now Thursday night, the night before New Years Eve and I have done a 12 hour shift come home and got the times for the movie that me and my woman are gonna go out and see. She comes round eats a pack of peanuts on my couch, we chat, talk about our day and then go see the flick. When we get home we realize we are out of supplies, meaning I have to go down the store to get a few things. Usually when I have to do this late and unexpectedly I take a little foot tickling time as a fee. I got my lovely red headed girlfriends soft little size 7 wooly socked feet up in my lap (the wooly socks keeping them beautifully creamy since their foot spa and moisture treatment the night before) proceeded to peel the socks off and run my eager fingers over hare bare soles. I suprised her with quick scratchy tickles on her wiggling toes and wriggling arches and was loving the smooth texture of her skin on my fingertips. She was not reacting much however as she was wathing the tv. So I turned it off with the remote forcing her to concentrate on the sensations to her feet. I carried on with the tickling this time very lightly running my fingernails, finger tips and first digits of my fingers an thumbs swiftly but methodically over the bottoms of her exposed soles. Her laughter slowly built to near hysterics as I continued to torture the most sensitive regions of ticklish tootsies, the favorite places that I have learnt to visit over the last 9 months. The soft tender skin in between the bottom of her big toe and the balls of the uppers soles of her pretty pink feet were poked and scraped as her big toes were gripped in my thumbs rendering them unable to escape the light, sensitive torture I was giving them. She laughed even more as I wrapped my right arm round her ankles securing her feet in between my arm an my chest and happily carrying on. I did this for about another minute and stopped. Rushed down the garage and then back to the house in th hope to get in some more tickling. We ended up just chilling out for about 45 mins and then I mentioned how ticklish she was that particular night.
"Actually, could I use one of my coupons tonight?"
.. "Sure" she replied,
"Can I use this one?" ..
**I handed her a coupon she had written "GOOD FOR ONE HALF HOUR FOOT TICKLING"**
"Okay" she said
"Can I get George?....
"Yep" - She says
<<<<<<George is the per name of an old shoe box that I keep all my tickle toys in, such as feathers, an electric toothbrush, a boar hair hairbrush etc.>>>>>>
So I fetch George and place it next to me by the couch place a pillow in my lap place my ladies feet on to the pillow and hold her ankles down firmly but gently, and immediately begin to slowly stroke the soles of her feet with my roaming tickling hand, she giggles and squirms as I once again probe and poke and scratch at her feet. She then breaks out in full hard laughter as I really dig all my fingers in to the soft skin of her foot bottoms and listen to her squeal I alternate between that and light fingertip all over sole tickling for a few mins before getting my first toy out. The cocktail stick.
I stroked it gently up the length of her arched foot and produced a little squeal and then began to poke the point end of the cocktail stick in to the creases of her now wrinkled soles.
"Nooooooooo" she cried
"No. No . No. No. No. Please....."
She pleaded.
Knowing I would not stop, indeed probably knoing thsi would encourage me.
I continued to tantalize her with the stick for about 30 seconds bfore dropping and once again roaming her feet with my quick, light and unpredictable scratchy fingernails, occasionally digging my fingers deep in to bring a big bout of laughter out of the now red faced beauty I was enjoying tickling so much.
To tease and taunt her I looked at how long she had been enduring her commitment and it turned out only 5 minutes had passed. This in no small way had seemed like a half hour already to my poor (now semi - restrained at the ankles) girlfriend. So she subsequently got a clock by her head in teh form of her cell phone to track the time.
I gave her a brief break before tickling the crap out of those helpless little peds for a further 25 minutes. During this time she regretted writing the coupon for 30 mins, let alone the one she had written for 45 minutes or the one for an hour...
"I didn't know what i was getting myself in to" she exclaimed.
She even managed to steal the 1 hour coupon from me, but after much protest I got it back.
I must say those 30 minutes were probably the best 30 minutes of the holiday season.
I tickled her at times with a comb, A LOT with a nice long stiff feather, making sure I spent some time with the that in between her little toes. And ofcourse my personal favorite the electric toothbrush!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope you liked it, and it's all true.
