Some stories I'd thought I'd share of some tickling situations involving past girlfriends.
The first girl is the most recent one I was dating off and on until December. She was a Puerto Rican from Brooklyn, the Williamsburg area. She was around 5'2" so her feet weren't very big, a size 6, but she was a thick girl so she had some meaty soles. She had dark thick stringy curly hair and was the exact skin tone I find the most attractive, a nice caramel complexion which to me makes for the prettiest feet. She was a very feisty girl and liked to test and tease me from time to time. Those interactions usually led to playful flirting, sex and light tickling.
One time when she invited me over to her house, I was sitting on the couch waiting for her to comeback to the living room since she was washing the dishes. But I wanted to instigate a conflict, so I headed to the kitchen and jokingly asked her "You're not done with those dishes yet?". She turned and replied "Don't be rushin' me; I'll be done when I'm done!" and flicked some of the soapy water at my face which went into my eye. It stung a little and she responded with "That's what you get" and laughed. The pain subsided quickly and I came from behind her and pinched her sides and said "And this is what you get for always acting tough!" in which she let out an "ah!" with a continuous giggle as her head jerked back. "I was just trying to see when you were coming back." as she's still giggling and letting out "nos" and "please" even though I only gave her sides a pinch. Then I gave her side a quick tickle still only using my index finger and thump, she let out a string of loud laughs and began alternated from bouncing up and down to squirming side to side before she dropped to the floor.
Another time was when we were hanging out at my place in the morning. She walked from the Williamsburg bridge to Manhattan and then made her way to my place further downtown. When she made it to my place she was sitting with one of her legs on my cough and I was sitting so her leg was behind me. This was around when we first started hanging out,we're talking and getting to know each other better, when she playful puts her hands up like she's ready to box. So I put my hands up and easily swat and dismiss her attacks. She responded by letting me know how she's from Brooklyn and "doesn't play that". So I poke at her sides which gives off the first and official "ah!" that's I'd hear through out our relationship, poking her left side then her right side as she's squirming trying to protect her exploited weakness. She replies "Is that all you got?" It don matter, cause I can take it". "Oh, okay." I say. But then I remember that her leg is trapped behind me, so I take my hand and reach over to her already untied Timberland boot(it's a style) which were pink. When I took her boot off I could already sense a panic, she began gripping my shirt and shouting "No! No! No!Wait! Wait! Wait!" letting out nervous laughter knowing her mouth got her into something she new she couldn't handle. For some reason she wasn't wearing socks with her Timbs, I don't know why but it made the next part that much easier, especially since she walked from BK to Manhattan so I knew her feet would be extra sensitive. She first tried to plead to me then threatened that she would scream. I told her to "relax. You're from Brooklyn, right?"
I gently began caressing her arch, immediately she lost it. The way she jumped you'd think her soul was getting ripped out of her chest. As I'm gentle rubbing her arch with my finger tips, and doing a little light scratching, she's frantically spazzing out, laughing like a manic. Then I wedge my fingers between her plump toes, massage in between them, and still she's going berserk, and really I haven't even tickled her yet. Then I start rubbing her soles slowly, side to side and then up and down. She's already completely broken before I give her foot a quick 5 second tickling, through out the entire duration all she could do was laugh, she didn't even have the mental ability to form complete sentences at that point. The after math is me giving her leg back, and her laying exhausted with tears in her eyes and running down her cheek. I gave her cheek a lick and mocked her saying "she was a disgrace to her borough" with her only being able to respond with an exhausted giggle.
The second girl I was actually dating around the same time as this one, she came a little later. She was a light skinned Black woman, similar golden caramel complexion as the last girl if not a tad bit lighter. She too was around 5'- 5'2", she was a shoe size bigger than the previous girl but with more of a slender foot and a nice arch that was attached to a very well toned pair of legs. She wasn't thick but she did have a nice frame and a great fit and tone body. She also had dark long wavy hair but not as full, and a beauty pair of big brown eyes. Personality wise, she was the exact opposite of the PR chick but she did have her own form of sassyness. She's another incredibly ticklish girl who almost had a different laugh ever time you tickled her, it was like you were tickling a different person each time.
I was at her apartment in Harlem and we were laying on the couch watching Netflix. She was laying on me eating some BBQ chips, she knew I loved BBQ chips but hadn't offered to give me any. So as we're watching Netflix I ask "Hey, you gonna share those chips with me? I am a guest in your house after all." She ignores me but mockingly wiggles her head as she places another chip in her mouth making sure to crunch it as loud as she can. I then proceed to try and get some chips of my own, she blocks my hand looks back at me and places another chip in her mouth then, lays back down to watch the movie. I sit back and grin, I've been in this situation before and I knew what I had to do. I take my hands and dig my fingers into her ribs, she lets out a quick gasp and her legs begin to fold. "You better not tickle me." She replies. "You know I hate being tickled, I will hurt you." "Are you going to give me some chips?" I ask. She again ignores me but this time it's not in a playful or mocking manner. She rolls up the chips, holds them close to her, and begins to tighten her body preparing for the attack.
I begin the assault, tickling her ribs. She flinching and twerking, her pelvic is thrusting up and down, she tries her best to not laugh but barely lasts a second. She let's laugh straight from her belly, "He! He! He! Ha! Haa!" While i'm tickling her all over her sides I'm also using my mouth to tickle her neck, I'm still hungry after all and had been deprived of my chips. As she bellowing she manages to escape my grasp and darts to the other side of the couch, chips still in hand. Now her foot is by my side trapped between me and the couch. I put my weight on her foot and start tickling her behind the knee. She can escape so all she can do is desperately flail her body around and laugh her head off. She began to snort, which is always a good indication that I've gotten her good. But I was still a little hungry even after getting a taste of her neck, I then turned over and began sucking, nibbling, and licking on her foot. If she wasn't already gone she lost it then, laughing and snorting all over the place. She admits defeat and pleads for me to stop so she can give me the chips. I release her, we kiss, I take a few chips and hand her the bag back. And my last words are"It's a damn shame what I have to go through just to get some chips." All she can do is laugh and places one more chip in my mouth before we begin rewatching Netflix
The first girl is the most recent one I was dating off and on until December. She was a Puerto Rican from Brooklyn, the Williamsburg area. She was around 5'2" so her feet weren't very big, a size 6, but she was a thick girl so she had some meaty soles. She had dark thick stringy curly hair and was the exact skin tone I find the most attractive, a nice caramel complexion which to me makes for the prettiest feet. She was a very feisty girl and liked to test and tease me from time to time. Those interactions usually led to playful flirting, sex and light tickling.
One time when she invited me over to her house, I was sitting on the couch waiting for her to comeback to the living room since she was washing the dishes. But I wanted to instigate a conflict, so I headed to the kitchen and jokingly asked her "You're not done with those dishes yet?". She turned and replied "Don't be rushin' me; I'll be done when I'm done!" and flicked some of the soapy water at my face which went into my eye. It stung a little and she responded with "That's what you get" and laughed. The pain subsided quickly and I came from behind her and pinched her sides and said "And this is what you get for always acting tough!" in which she let out an "ah!" with a continuous giggle as her head jerked back. "I was just trying to see when you were coming back." as she's still giggling and letting out "nos" and "please" even though I only gave her sides a pinch. Then I gave her side a quick tickle still only using my index finger and thump, she let out a string of loud laughs and began alternated from bouncing up and down to squirming side to side before she dropped to the floor.
Another time was when we were hanging out at my place in the morning. She walked from the Williamsburg bridge to Manhattan and then made her way to my place further downtown. When she made it to my place she was sitting with one of her legs on my cough and I was sitting so her leg was behind me. This was around when we first started hanging out,we're talking and getting to know each other better, when she playful puts her hands up like she's ready to box. So I put my hands up and easily swat and dismiss her attacks. She responded by letting me know how she's from Brooklyn and "doesn't play that". So I poke at her sides which gives off the first and official "ah!" that's I'd hear through out our relationship, poking her left side then her right side as she's squirming trying to protect her exploited weakness. She replies "Is that all you got?" It don matter, cause I can take it". "Oh, okay." I say. But then I remember that her leg is trapped behind me, so I take my hand and reach over to her already untied Timberland boot(it's a style) which were pink. When I took her boot off I could already sense a panic, she began gripping my shirt and shouting "No! No! No!Wait! Wait! Wait!" letting out nervous laughter knowing her mouth got her into something she new she couldn't handle. For some reason she wasn't wearing socks with her Timbs, I don't know why but it made the next part that much easier, especially since she walked from BK to Manhattan so I knew her feet would be extra sensitive. She first tried to plead to me then threatened that she would scream. I told her to "relax. You're from Brooklyn, right?"
I gently began caressing her arch, immediately she lost it. The way she jumped you'd think her soul was getting ripped out of her chest. As I'm gentle rubbing her arch with my finger tips, and doing a little light scratching, she's frantically spazzing out, laughing like a manic. Then I wedge my fingers between her plump toes, massage in between them, and still she's going berserk, and really I haven't even tickled her yet. Then I start rubbing her soles slowly, side to side and then up and down. She's already completely broken before I give her foot a quick 5 second tickling, through out the entire duration all she could do was laugh, she didn't even have the mental ability to form complete sentences at that point. The after math is me giving her leg back, and her laying exhausted with tears in her eyes and running down her cheek. I gave her cheek a lick and mocked her saying "she was a disgrace to her borough" with her only being able to respond with an exhausted giggle.
The second girl I was actually dating around the same time as this one, she came a little later. She was a light skinned Black woman, similar golden caramel complexion as the last girl if not a tad bit lighter. She too was around 5'- 5'2", she was a shoe size bigger than the previous girl but with more of a slender foot and a nice arch that was attached to a very well toned pair of legs. She wasn't thick but she did have a nice frame and a great fit and tone body. She also had dark long wavy hair but not as full, and a beauty pair of big brown eyes. Personality wise, she was the exact opposite of the PR chick but she did have her own form of sassyness. She's another incredibly ticklish girl who almost had a different laugh ever time you tickled her, it was like you were tickling a different person each time.
I was at her apartment in Harlem and we were laying on the couch watching Netflix. She was laying on me eating some BBQ chips, she knew I loved BBQ chips but hadn't offered to give me any. So as we're watching Netflix I ask "Hey, you gonna share those chips with me? I am a guest in your house after all." She ignores me but mockingly wiggles her head as she places another chip in her mouth making sure to crunch it as loud as she can. I then proceed to try and get some chips of my own, she blocks my hand looks back at me and places another chip in her mouth then, lays back down to watch the movie. I sit back and grin, I've been in this situation before and I knew what I had to do. I take my hands and dig my fingers into her ribs, she lets out a quick gasp and her legs begin to fold. "You better not tickle me." She replies. "You know I hate being tickled, I will hurt you." "Are you going to give me some chips?" I ask. She again ignores me but this time it's not in a playful or mocking manner. She rolls up the chips, holds them close to her, and begins to tighten her body preparing for the attack.
I begin the assault, tickling her ribs. She flinching and twerking, her pelvic is thrusting up and down, she tries her best to not laugh but barely lasts a second. She let's laugh straight from her belly, "He! He! He! Ha! Haa!" While i'm tickling her all over her sides I'm also using my mouth to tickle her neck, I'm still hungry after all and had been deprived of my chips. As she bellowing she manages to escape my grasp and darts to the other side of the couch, chips still in hand. Now her foot is by my side trapped between me and the couch. I put my weight on her foot and start tickling her behind the knee. She can escape so all she can do is desperately flail her body around and laugh her head off. She began to snort, which is always a good indication that I've gotten her good. But I was still a little hungry even after getting a taste of her neck, I then turned over and began sucking, nibbling, and licking on her foot. If she wasn't already gone she lost it then, laughing and snorting all over the place. She admits defeat and pleads for me to stop so she can give me the chips. I release her, we kiss, I take a few chips and hand her the bag back. And my last words are"It's a damn shame what I have to go through just to get some chips." All she can do is laugh and places one more chip in my mouth before we begin rewatching Netflix
