Boomtown13
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Hello my sunshiney friends.
This Mercury Retrograde period ends tomorrow (Friday), thank Christ. But before it does, I want to post my last re-post from the AMT days. (I know, it's still around. But not to me, it's not.)
This is another Tickling Bandit tale. On this particular day, I was more revved up than usual, and I struck numerous times.
Please don't try this at home.
*******
Well, it was the first real sunny weekend we've had here in SoCal, and, my word, was there ever a lot of feet out there today! And I must say, my word, was I ever in the mood to do some funloving tickling! Please let me share some of my titillating exploits with you, Good People of the Fetish.
At about 1:00 I went down to the Van Gogh exhibit at the museum to buy a couple of things in the gift shop. My silly ass tried to cruise right in there still holding my orange & pinapple juice smoothie. A security guard and I exchanged glances, and I realized I had to finish my juicy frozen thing outside first.
So, as I'm just strolling along the grounds there, sipping my drink, what vision of loveliness do I happen upon, but a bee-yootiful blond woman sunning herself on a bench. She had a sunny stringy little blouse on, and a sexy red wraparound thing (see, i know all the fashion terms) around her waist, down to just below her knees. Her feet were sitting in the grass, shoes off. Obviously waiting for someone, most likely a date.
"What a great idea! Resting the feet in cool grass like that! Very smart. Did you just walk through the exhibit?" I asked after a second of eye contact.
"No, I haven't gone in yet," she was smiling at me. "I thought I should rest them first. . ."
"Yes!" I said. "And then you won't have to rest them later! Of course! It doesn't work that way, lady!" I added.
She's been in LA for this long, she's divorced, she's dating someone who should be arriving soon, yada yada. I got the whole story when I sat down on the bench next to her, still sipping my drink. We had very squinting-in-the-sunshine, watching-all-the-museum-people, light and pleasant conversation, which lasted about 10 minutes or so. I finally got up to throw my empty smoothie cup away, and when I walked back to the bench, I deliberately looked at her feet, still resting there on the grass in the hot noontime sun, and said "Okay, I'm going to tickle your feet now."
"Oh, do you want to see if they're still alive?" she asked, and I picked up her right foot. They were very pretty, pedicured feet. She was a very pretty Californian woman, she was. Her heel was soft, and I tickled the ball of her foot and her soles with my fingers. It's been a while since I've been able to really tickle someone, so I kinda let her have the all-out I'm-really-tickling-you tickle.
The tickling jolted her with laughter, and her foot started wiggling right away. "Okay, that works," she said laughing, "That really works."
I let her right foot down, and picked up her left foot from the grass. Her feet felt hot from the sun. I tickled her left foot just as I did her right, and she immediately began wiggling it in my hand (but not pulling away from me -- don't think I didn't notice!) and saying again "That works!" through tickled laughter. I let it last only a moment, of course. It was good for both of us.
Then we talked not five minutes more before her date showed up, we all shook hands, and I went into the gift shop.
Then later in the day, I was browsing through a bookstore, and I sat down in the astrology section of the store, checking birthday books for a friend's upcoming birthday. I've found many feet to tickle by this particular bookshelf before -- it's kind of like a divining spot for me. I have a relationship with it. When I show up there, feet come for me to tickle.
Sure enough, a girl sat down in a chair close to me, and put her red-nailed feet very close to where I was sitting. She had dark brown hair, close to black, and a very sweet face. Red lipstick that went with her red toenails. She began reading a book. She was reading about Scorpios. "Are you a Scorpio?" I asked. "Do you find that to be true?" I gestured to what she was reading.
"No, an ex-boyfriend is," she said. "I'm a Pisces."
Now, you all remember what I told you about Pisces before, don't you? That's right -- every sign has a particularly sensitive body part associated with it, and Pisces are ruled by the feet. Everyone now say it with me, "Pisces are ruled by the feet," that's right.
Pisces are also emotional people too, and so was she. She began telling me about her ex and how badly he had treated her. We talked for a little bit about both astrology and her life. At one point, when we were on the topic of astrology, I said, "Well I know this about Pisces, they supposedly LOVE to have they're feet massaged." And I began massaging her dangling foot (her legs were crossed). She was wearing slip-on shoes, and I began massaging the top of her foot.
"Really?" she asked. "Is that true?. . . That feels SO good."
I was happy inside. "See?" I said. I explained the bodypart association thing to her as I massaged her foot. She let her shoe drop, and I wrapped my hand around her whole foot and massaged. "Are you ticklish at all?" I asked, tickling her heel, soles, and toes. She wasn't all that ticklish, to be honest, but started a bit when I tickled her toes.
She took her other foot out of her shoe and gave it to me before I even started to reach for it. I massaged her other foot with a gentle touch, and she said, "I could just go to sleep right now," through an eyes-half-open smile. We started talking again about her life, and I segued from massaging to tickling, as I did with the other foot. When I ran my fingertips over the tops of her toes, she interrupted herself in midsentence to say with a laugh, "That tickles!" but then kept right on telling her story, just with a bigger smile.
Man oh MAN, is it fun to tickle!
So, we talked for a little bit longer, introduced ourselves, and parted. Like my museum encounter earlier in the day, it was a very light and bouncy encounter. Yay!
Then, right after the bookstore, I went to a cafe. I set my notebook on an outside table to claim it as I went inside to order. The wind blew my pages open, and some loose sheets of paper I had in there went flying. A new-agey nose-ring-wearing young woman chased them while I was inside ordering, clueless that my pages just flew away. In gratitude, I bought her a chocolate chipn cookie. Then she went to her table, and I went to mine. I ate my sandwich and salad, spent a little time there, then got up to leave. As I walked down the sidewalk, I saw this girl still there at her table, talking to a
girlfriend. The girl who caught my papers for me had her foot propped up on the chairback next to her. Her shoe was still on, but it was a slip-on. As I walked by, I tickled her along her arch with one finger. She flexed her foot a bit, but didn't laugh. I don't think it tickled much, but the concept was there.
Lemme see here. . . (counting) one, two, three. . . yep, that's all of them.
It was a beautiful tickling day here today, and I hope that's just a promise of what the summertime will bring.
Yours,
Tickling in LA,
Boomerooey
This Mercury Retrograde period ends tomorrow (Friday), thank Christ. But before it does, I want to post my last re-post from the AMT days. (I know, it's still around. But not to me, it's not.)
This is another Tickling Bandit tale. On this particular day, I was more revved up than usual, and I struck numerous times.
Please don't try this at home.
*******
Well, it was the first real sunny weekend we've had here in SoCal, and, my word, was there ever a lot of feet out there today! And I must say, my word, was I ever in the mood to do some funloving tickling! Please let me share some of my titillating exploits with you, Good People of the Fetish.
At about 1:00 I went down to the Van Gogh exhibit at the museum to buy a couple of things in the gift shop. My silly ass tried to cruise right in there still holding my orange & pinapple juice smoothie. A security guard and I exchanged glances, and I realized I had to finish my juicy frozen thing outside first.
So, as I'm just strolling along the grounds there, sipping my drink, what vision of loveliness do I happen upon, but a bee-yootiful blond woman sunning herself on a bench. She had a sunny stringy little blouse on, and a sexy red wraparound thing (see, i know all the fashion terms) around her waist, down to just below her knees. Her feet were sitting in the grass, shoes off. Obviously waiting for someone, most likely a date.
"What a great idea! Resting the feet in cool grass like that! Very smart. Did you just walk through the exhibit?" I asked after a second of eye contact.
"No, I haven't gone in yet," she was smiling at me. "I thought I should rest them first. . ."
"Yes!" I said. "And then you won't have to rest them later! Of course! It doesn't work that way, lady!" I added.
She's been in LA for this long, she's divorced, she's dating someone who should be arriving soon, yada yada. I got the whole story when I sat down on the bench next to her, still sipping my drink. We had very squinting-in-the-sunshine, watching-all-the-museum-people, light and pleasant conversation, which lasted about 10 minutes or so. I finally got up to throw my empty smoothie cup away, and when I walked back to the bench, I deliberately looked at her feet, still resting there on the grass in the hot noontime sun, and said "Okay, I'm going to tickle your feet now."
"Oh, do you want to see if they're still alive?" she asked, and I picked up her right foot. They were very pretty, pedicured feet. She was a very pretty Californian woman, she was. Her heel was soft, and I tickled the ball of her foot and her soles with my fingers. It's been a while since I've been able to really tickle someone, so I kinda let her have the all-out I'm-really-tickling-you tickle.
The tickling jolted her with laughter, and her foot started wiggling right away. "Okay, that works," she said laughing, "That really works."
I let her right foot down, and picked up her left foot from the grass. Her feet felt hot from the sun. I tickled her left foot just as I did her right, and she immediately began wiggling it in my hand (but not pulling away from me -- don't think I didn't notice!) and saying again "That works!" through tickled laughter. I let it last only a moment, of course. It was good for both of us.
Then we talked not five minutes more before her date showed up, we all shook hands, and I went into the gift shop.
Then later in the day, I was browsing through a bookstore, and I sat down in the astrology section of the store, checking birthday books for a friend's upcoming birthday. I've found many feet to tickle by this particular bookshelf before -- it's kind of like a divining spot for me. I have a relationship with it. When I show up there, feet come for me to tickle.
Sure enough, a girl sat down in a chair close to me, and put her red-nailed feet very close to where I was sitting. She had dark brown hair, close to black, and a very sweet face. Red lipstick that went with her red toenails. She began reading a book. She was reading about Scorpios. "Are you a Scorpio?" I asked. "Do you find that to be true?" I gestured to what she was reading.
"No, an ex-boyfriend is," she said. "I'm a Pisces."
Now, you all remember what I told you about Pisces before, don't you? That's right -- every sign has a particularly sensitive body part associated with it, and Pisces are ruled by the feet. Everyone now say it with me, "Pisces are ruled by the feet," that's right.
Pisces are also emotional people too, and so was she. She began telling me about her ex and how badly he had treated her. We talked for a little bit about both astrology and her life. At one point, when we were on the topic of astrology, I said, "Well I know this about Pisces, they supposedly LOVE to have they're feet massaged." And I began massaging her dangling foot (her legs were crossed). She was wearing slip-on shoes, and I began massaging the top of her foot.
"Really?" she asked. "Is that true?. . . That feels SO good."
I was happy inside. "See?" I said. I explained the bodypart association thing to her as I massaged her foot. She let her shoe drop, and I wrapped my hand around her whole foot and massaged. "Are you ticklish at all?" I asked, tickling her heel, soles, and toes. She wasn't all that ticklish, to be honest, but started a bit when I tickled her toes.
She took her other foot out of her shoe and gave it to me before I even started to reach for it. I massaged her other foot with a gentle touch, and she said, "I could just go to sleep right now," through an eyes-half-open smile. We started talking again about her life, and I segued from massaging to tickling, as I did with the other foot. When I ran my fingertips over the tops of her toes, she interrupted herself in midsentence to say with a laugh, "That tickles!" but then kept right on telling her story, just with a bigger smile.
Man oh MAN, is it fun to tickle!
So, we talked for a little bit longer, introduced ourselves, and parted. Like my museum encounter earlier in the day, it was a very light and bouncy encounter. Yay!
Then, right after the bookstore, I went to a cafe. I set my notebook on an outside table to claim it as I went inside to order. The wind blew my pages open, and some loose sheets of paper I had in there went flying. A new-agey nose-ring-wearing young woman chased them while I was inside ordering, clueless that my pages just flew away. In gratitude, I bought her a chocolate chipn cookie. Then she went to her table, and I went to mine. I ate my sandwich and salad, spent a little time there, then got up to leave. As I walked down the sidewalk, I saw this girl still there at her table, talking to a
girlfriend. The girl who caught my papers for me had her foot propped up on the chairback next to her. Her shoe was still on, but it was a slip-on. As I walked by, I tickled her along her arch with one finger. She flexed her foot a bit, but didn't laugh. I don't think it tickled much, but the concept was there.
Lemme see here. . . (counting) one, two, three. . . yep, that's all of them.
It was a beautiful tickling day here today, and I hope that's just a promise of what the summertime will bring.
Yours,
Tickling in LA,
Boomerooey
