tickleboynyc
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A long-standing fantasy of mine...from being restrained in stocks and tickle tortured to casual, sneaky tickles in a restaurant, it's one of my biggest fetishes. Anyone else?
Anymore tickling stories of tickling her? Did you get her feet for longer?Years ago I was dating a tall (5’10”) woman who made the mistake 🙂 of putting her foot on my lap while we were dining in a crowded Mexican restaurant. We hadn’t been dating long and she didn’t know about my, ahem, kink. My fingers automatically went to the sole of that foot and she let out the loudest, most wonderful laugh imaginable. It was the moment I discovered her weak spot. Unfortunately the relationship didn’t last long for other reasons but that moment was electrifying.
This is true, I have tickled my wife in all of those expect public restrooms lol.If you plan it, you can get away with tickling in public without any hassles. I've done it on trains, train stations, parks, public restrooms, movie theaters, elevators and more.
>Anymore tickling stories of tickling her? Did you get her feet for longer?<<
Thanks and yes it was very hot! But as I said...lack of experience made me back off to the point of not folllowing up...it wasnt like she ever mentioned it again in the months before the actual graduation..I never saw her in private to ask...busy times also...Still that was quite a hot experience.
The one thing about the bowling alley event is that it was so loud in there and only lights on over the lanes...only the closest around us could hear what was happening or see....but still, as I said...she didnt seem to protest just laugh along with it. even the slipping off the counter was prob not intentional, as she was just barely sitting at the edge to begin with...any turning movement would have allowed her to slip off...but once she was laughing her responses were full and furious!There are few things more embarrassing than getting tickled in public -- desperate to suppress your responses, unable to do so; every glance that's thrown your way because of your attention-getting writhing and bursts of hysterical noise is either scornful and judgey -- as though you have any control over the situation, as though being disruptive is your choice -- or amused, silently in cahoots with your playful tormentor.