footkl
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hey guys. this happened pretty recently, and i typed this story up right away (before re-enacting it, if you catch my drift 😛)
I'll start by giving you a bit of background. First of all, their names are not real - I've changed them to keep some privacy. First of all, there's my best friend, who I've known since Junior Kindergarden. I'll call him Collin. Next is my ex-girlfriend, who I'm still really tight with. She was my girlfriend of two years, and she of course knows my fetish inside-out. She even "caught", if you will the fetish from me, and loves to tickle people (and be tickled)! She's a relatively tall blonde, with blue eyes and a thin build, and is very attractive. I'll call her Stacey. Finally, there is my other good friend, a little shortier and pudgy girl, still pretty attractive, with blue-green eyes and dirty blonde hair - who I'd just recently confessed my tickling fetish to. I'll call her Carol.
This story starts on a cool, windy saturday in April. My buddy Collin, decided that we get together and have a fun do-nothing day. We cleared out his huge living room with a hardwood floor, stole his little brother's hockey nets (his family was out for the day) and played ministicks! Yes, immature, but fun nonetheless. After a couple hours of shootouts, and going outside on the trampoline, we decided to call up some people to enjoy the day with us. So, we called up Stacey and Carol to come down, and about 45 minutes later, they arrived, dragging down Stacey's younger brother.
The tickling started when we went outside shortly after their arrival, but it was nothing too amazing. We were on the trampoline and Stacey decided to tickle-attack Carol (who is SUPER ticklish) by squeezing her knee for about 10 seconds. After a while, we decided to go inside, as the cold was really getting to us.
Once inside, we got a big game of hockey going, complete with goalie gloves and street hockey sticks as well as ministicks. After a while, Collin decided to make pancakes, and he went off into the kitchen, followed by Stacey's brother. Stacey, Carol and I just sat on the floor talking and chilling, when suddenly, we both got the sudden urge to tickle-attack Carol. We squeezed her knee for a while, and she just dropped onto the floor not even fighting, just laughing her head off. Once we were done, she went to hang out with Collin and Stacey's brother in the kitchen. While alone with Stacey, I suggested that we really get Carol good, and being a tickle-fetishist as well, she agreed 🙂
So, when Carol came back in, Stacey just stayed on the ground while I went up and began faking poking at her sides. I'd feint, but not actually touch her. A couple seconds later, Stacey joined in and she kept backing up farther and farther. After a minute or two, we had her cornerred by Collin's sliding glass door. Stacey then jumped in and started tickling the crap out of Carol's sides. There was no room for me, so I just stood back and watched for a good minute or two. I finally decided to do something, and Stacey suggested that I help her take Carol onto the ground. I obliged, and gently tripped her onto the ground, where Stacey jumped on Carol's stomach and began tickling her knee. I joined in, squeezing the other knee with both hands. After a bit, Stacey moved on up to Carol's sides, while I took on both knees. Carol fought back by laughing (of course) and even tickled Stacey back. Stacey kept flinching and stuttering out (while holding back laughter), "don't you dare do that!" and tickling harder. Finally, I got fed up with the knees, and moved on to the best part - the feet. I took Carol's left foot and locked it in my arms, and began spider-tickling her socked foot (the socks were cute little black ankle socks with colourful stripes on them). Her left foot was moving all over the place. I wasn't really sure if my foot tickling was actually working, so I stopped for a bit and let Stacey have it. Stacey had to stop, as Carol was tickling her side, so I resumed tickling Carol. She screamed and let loose of her hold on Stacey's side, whereupon Stacey kept the attack going. I was really enjoying this foot tickling, But Carol's right foot kept coming up and trying to stop the tickle assault on her left. After a few failed attempts, I managed to grab her right foot and tickle both socked feet at the same time.
At this point, I was getting the urge to see some real foot action, so I looked over my shoulder and shouted to Stacey, "Should I get her foot bare?". Stacey shrugged, and I removed her right sock and began really tickling her bare right foot. Carol screamed and kicked that right foot around, but I had a really tight grip, and kept the assault up for a while. After about a total of... 5 minutes or so? ( I lose track of time when tickling occurs) we finally let up, and the tickle torture was over. But the end of the tickling of that day was far from over...
Later on, maybe half an hour later, I convinced Carol to help me attack Stacey. The attack went on for maybe a minute before Carol got tired, and gave up. This was actually really annoying to me, because I was about to move down to Stacey's feet.
Stacey and I were left alone in the room once again, and since she was still lying on her back, I decided to give her a good tickle. So, I reached over (I was on my knees beside her) and began to squeeze her sides. She freaked out and was writhing all over the floor, when her shirt came up (not too far though) and I was squezzing her bare tummy, sides and hip bone. I stopped after a couple minutes though, as my hand was getting a bit tired from all of the squeezing. We just sat infront of each other cross legged for a minute or two, before I decided to start spider-ticking her socked feet. Then, she said to me, "Let's see how long I can stand it for" and I spider-tickled both feet. She had the cutest look on her face, trying to hold back a full-out smile, and was giggling a little bit before she gave up.
Overall, I'd say it was a very good day. Lots of tickling action. The day after that, I actually confessed everything about my fetish to Carol. Before that day, she knew that I liked tickling, but didn't know anything about what I liked about it, or my preferences. But now, she knows. Let's hope that I get a few more days like that soon!
I got a good foot tickle later on in the day, but tickling doesn't really bother me, and I just twitched a little bit and enjoyed it - it does feel good 🙂
That's it for now. Any comments are appreciated. 🙂
I'll start by giving you a bit of background. First of all, their names are not real - I've changed them to keep some privacy. First of all, there's my best friend, who I've known since Junior Kindergarden. I'll call him Collin. Next is my ex-girlfriend, who I'm still really tight with. She was my girlfriend of two years, and she of course knows my fetish inside-out. She even "caught", if you will the fetish from me, and loves to tickle people (and be tickled)! She's a relatively tall blonde, with blue eyes and a thin build, and is very attractive. I'll call her Stacey. Finally, there is my other good friend, a little shortier and pudgy girl, still pretty attractive, with blue-green eyes and dirty blonde hair - who I'd just recently confessed my tickling fetish to. I'll call her Carol.
This story starts on a cool, windy saturday in April. My buddy Collin, decided that we get together and have a fun do-nothing day. We cleared out his huge living room with a hardwood floor, stole his little brother's hockey nets (his family was out for the day) and played ministicks! Yes, immature, but fun nonetheless. After a couple hours of shootouts, and going outside on the trampoline, we decided to call up some people to enjoy the day with us. So, we called up Stacey and Carol to come down, and about 45 minutes later, they arrived, dragging down Stacey's younger brother.
The tickling started when we went outside shortly after their arrival, but it was nothing too amazing. We were on the trampoline and Stacey decided to tickle-attack Carol (who is SUPER ticklish) by squeezing her knee for about 10 seconds. After a while, we decided to go inside, as the cold was really getting to us.
Once inside, we got a big game of hockey going, complete with goalie gloves and street hockey sticks as well as ministicks. After a while, Collin decided to make pancakes, and he went off into the kitchen, followed by Stacey's brother. Stacey, Carol and I just sat on the floor talking and chilling, when suddenly, we both got the sudden urge to tickle-attack Carol. We squeezed her knee for a while, and she just dropped onto the floor not even fighting, just laughing her head off. Once we were done, she went to hang out with Collin and Stacey's brother in the kitchen. While alone with Stacey, I suggested that we really get Carol good, and being a tickle-fetishist as well, she agreed 🙂
So, when Carol came back in, Stacey just stayed on the ground while I went up and began faking poking at her sides. I'd feint, but not actually touch her. A couple seconds later, Stacey joined in and she kept backing up farther and farther. After a minute or two, we had her cornerred by Collin's sliding glass door. Stacey then jumped in and started tickling the crap out of Carol's sides. There was no room for me, so I just stood back and watched for a good minute or two. I finally decided to do something, and Stacey suggested that I help her take Carol onto the ground. I obliged, and gently tripped her onto the ground, where Stacey jumped on Carol's stomach and began tickling her knee. I joined in, squeezing the other knee with both hands. After a bit, Stacey moved on up to Carol's sides, while I took on both knees. Carol fought back by laughing (of course) and even tickled Stacey back. Stacey kept flinching and stuttering out (while holding back laughter), "don't you dare do that!" and tickling harder. Finally, I got fed up with the knees, and moved on to the best part - the feet. I took Carol's left foot and locked it in my arms, and began spider-tickling her socked foot (the socks were cute little black ankle socks with colourful stripes on them). Her left foot was moving all over the place. I wasn't really sure if my foot tickling was actually working, so I stopped for a bit and let Stacey have it. Stacey had to stop, as Carol was tickling her side, so I resumed tickling Carol. She screamed and let loose of her hold on Stacey's side, whereupon Stacey kept the attack going. I was really enjoying this foot tickling, But Carol's right foot kept coming up and trying to stop the tickle assault on her left. After a few failed attempts, I managed to grab her right foot and tickle both socked feet at the same time.
At this point, I was getting the urge to see some real foot action, so I looked over my shoulder and shouted to Stacey, "Should I get her foot bare?". Stacey shrugged, and I removed her right sock and began really tickling her bare right foot. Carol screamed and kicked that right foot around, but I had a really tight grip, and kept the assault up for a while. After about a total of... 5 minutes or so? ( I lose track of time when tickling occurs) we finally let up, and the tickle torture was over. But the end of the tickling of that day was far from over...
Later on, maybe half an hour later, I convinced Carol to help me attack Stacey. The attack went on for maybe a minute before Carol got tired, and gave up. This was actually really annoying to me, because I was about to move down to Stacey's feet.
Stacey and I were left alone in the room once again, and since she was still lying on her back, I decided to give her a good tickle. So, I reached over (I was on my knees beside her) and began to squeeze her sides. She freaked out and was writhing all over the floor, when her shirt came up (not too far though) and I was squezzing her bare tummy, sides and hip bone. I stopped after a couple minutes though, as my hand was getting a bit tired from all of the squeezing. We just sat infront of each other cross legged for a minute or two, before I decided to start spider-ticking her socked feet. Then, she said to me, "Let's see how long I can stand it for" and I spider-tickled both feet. She had the cutest look on her face, trying to hold back a full-out smile, and was giggling a little bit before she gave up.
Overall, I'd say it was a very good day. Lots of tickling action. The day after that, I actually confessed everything about my fetish to Carol. Before that day, she knew that I liked tickling, but didn't know anything about what I liked about it, or my preferences. But now, she knows. Let's hope that I get a few more days like that soon!
I got a good foot tickle later on in the day, but tickling doesn't really bother me, and I just twitched a little bit and enjoyed it - it does feel good 🙂
That's it for now. Any comments are appreciated. 🙂
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