Saga of Sonja
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Hi all, been a while since I've posted. Here's a few bits from the last week:
1.
Rather than fly home to Sweden for a week this summer I decided to use Flixbus to travel via land and see a few places on route. Having stopped off at Antwerp for the day, Leo (my BF) and I took another night bus onto Germany. I took a window seat, with Leo on the isle. As it was approaching night-time I removed my shoes, and lay against the window with my feet on Leo's lap. I knew he'd inevitably play with my feet as he does have a foot fetish, and soon my socks were removed and I was getting a foot massage (the best benefit of a BF into feet haha). Now, there was no full out tickle attack, but to no surprise he did lightly tease me on and off for close to an hour. The massage would sometimes shift to him using a single finger to draw patterns on my heels or the less sensitive places on my arches, knowing it would tickle me but not enough to kick him or start scream-laughing. It left me a constant state of heightened sensitivity, with a stupid grin plastered on my face as I tried to resist giggling or laughing, especially if he did stray to the most ticklish places on my feet, i.e. my toes or my arches. Whilst this was happening we were getting stared at by a man a bit older than us across the isle, whose gaze was pretty much locked onto my feet. I couldn't tell if it was out of disapproval for being barefoot on the bus, or he was into it. The slight sense of voyeurism from someone in the public, being lightly tickled, and feeling Leo's erection under my calves kept me in a sensualised state of arousal for much of the ride.
2.
Another quick one was on a train, where due to how busy it was we were standing alongside a few other people. Whilst waiting for our stop, a nearby cockapoo sort of dog belonging to the person next to me started to lick my shin. I never knew I was ticklish there, but trying not to laugh or react become close to impossible! It's little tongue was so scratchy, and whilst I kept my laughter back it forced a smile on my face. I couldn't bring myself to shoo it away as the dog was cute, but it tickled like crazy and it was a tortuous minute or so to the stop.
3.
On the first evening back in Malmo, Sweden, Leo and I were sort of spooned up on the couch in the living room, with Leo's legs having sort of intertwined around mine, where his feet were planted on the couch, but my ankles having threaded through his legs left my barefoot exposed. Not an issue, I thought, as Leo couldn't reach them. However, my left foot started getting itchy, and when I asked Leo to release me from the tangled spooning we were in, he decided to tease me and tell me just to scratch my foot by running it against the couch, knowing it was essentially trapped by his legs.
A few minutes later my mom came in, and Leo immediately said to her, "Sonja is complaining her foot is itchy, she's appreciate you scratching it for her." Mom saw my trapped foot, and grinned at what Leo was insinuating (My mom fully knows just how ticklish I am, and apparently being in my mid 20s now offers no escape). She offered to help, and whilst I tried to tug my foot away, her nails found the centre of my foot and began lightly scratching. With my feet being off the charts ticklish, I had no defence or ability to hold back like in the last two accounts above, and immediately feel into a fit of laughter, squirming in vain against Leo, whilst mom asked me if it still itched. Through bouts of laughter I insisted it was fine now, and after about twenty seconds including a quick tickle of my toes she relented, laughed, and left the room.
I felt Leo stiff beside me, and asked him why he got aroused from that. "Seeing you suffer is always fun," he teased, making me playfully bite him.
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That's it as of present. I'm visiting my friend Carla in Spain in a few weeks, who I talked about in the "my favorite roommate" post, and I'm pretty determined to get her at some point, so fingers crossed I have something to post about then!
1.
Rather than fly home to Sweden for a week this summer I decided to use Flixbus to travel via land and see a few places on route. Having stopped off at Antwerp for the day, Leo (my BF) and I took another night bus onto Germany. I took a window seat, with Leo on the isle. As it was approaching night-time I removed my shoes, and lay against the window with my feet on Leo's lap. I knew he'd inevitably play with my feet as he does have a foot fetish, and soon my socks were removed and I was getting a foot massage (the best benefit of a BF into feet haha). Now, there was no full out tickle attack, but to no surprise he did lightly tease me on and off for close to an hour. The massage would sometimes shift to him using a single finger to draw patterns on my heels or the less sensitive places on my arches, knowing it would tickle me but not enough to kick him or start scream-laughing. It left me a constant state of heightened sensitivity, with a stupid grin plastered on my face as I tried to resist giggling or laughing, especially if he did stray to the most ticklish places on my feet, i.e. my toes or my arches. Whilst this was happening we were getting stared at by a man a bit older than us across the isle, whose gaze was pretty much locked onto my feet. I couldn't tell if it was out of disapproval for being barefoot on the bus, or he was into it. The slight sense of voyeurism from someone in the public, being lightly tickled, and feeling Leo's erection under my calves kept me in a sensualised state of arousal for much of the ride.
2.
Another quick one was on a train, where due to how busy it was we were standing alongside a few other people. Whilst waiting for our stop, a nearby cockapoo sort of dog belonging to the person next to me started to lick my shin. I never knew I was ticklish there, but trying not to laugh or react become close to impossible! It's little tongue was so scratchy, and whilst I kept my laughter back it forced a smile on my face. I couldn't bring myself to shoo it away as the dog was cute, but it tickled like crazy and it was a tortuous minute or so to the stop.
3.
On the first evening back in Malmo, Sweden, Leo and I were sort of spooned up on the couch in the living room, with Leo's legs having sort of intertwined around mine, where his feet were planted on the couch, but my ankles having threaded through his legs left my barefoot exposed. Not an issue, I thought, as Leo couldn't reach them. However, my left foot started getting itchy, and when I asked Leo to release me from the tangled spooning we were in, he decided to tease me and tell me just to scratch my foot by running it against the couch, knowing it was essentially trapped by his legs.
A few minutes later my mom came in, and Leo immediately said to her, "Sonja is complaining her foot is itchy, she's appreciate you scratching it for her." Mom saw my trapped foot, and grinned at what Leo was insinuating (My mom fully knows just how ticklish I am, and apparently being in my mid 20s now offers no escape). She offered to help, and whilst I tried to tug my foot away, her nails found the centre of my foot and began lightly scratching. With my feet being off the charts ticklish, I had no defence or ability to hold back like in the last two accounts above, and immediately feel into a fit of laughter, squirming in vain against Leo, whilst mom asked me if it still itched. Through bouts of laughter I insisted it was fine now, and after about twenty seconds including a quick tickle of my toes she relented, laughed, and left the room.
I felt Leo stiff beside me, and asked him why he got aroused from that. "Seeing you suffer is always fun," he teased, making me playfully bite him.
---
That's it as of present. I'm visiting my friend Carla in Spain in a few weeks, who I talked about in the "my favorite roommate" post, and I'm pretty determined to get her at some point, so fingers crossed I have something to post about then!
