Tickle-ist1
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So here I was, some random bonfire at the beach on Saturday night. I made my way to the bonfire surrounded by 7 or 8 people and sat next to this really cute brunette who has conversed with me many times about the subject of tickling. She was sitting Indian style, wearing a heavy jacket due to the cold wind and jeans. I had brought some food to this outing for I had not eaten the entire day, and when I pulled out my burrito from Taco Bell she asked for a bite, and thus the plan commenced.
“Alright,” I said, “But only if I tickle your feet.” Hearing that, she gave me a look expressing that she knew I was going to ask that. She then outstretched her legs and now here I had a pair of nice feet on my lap. I began to wiggle my fingers on the bottoms of her feet, feeling her sandy soles and hearing her small giggles as she then began to wriggle her feet around. This lasted only for a few seconds for I did not want anyone to ask questions of why I was fanatically tickling this girl‘s feet, so I stopped and gave her a bite, telling her that I owe her a longer feet tickling. I have yet to do that but it’ll come.
That’s it, more to come when I have time.
“Alright,” I said, “But only if I tickle your feet.” Hearing that, she gave me a look expressing that she knew I was going to ask that. She then outstretched her legs and now here I had a pair of nice feet on my lap. I began to wiggle my fingers on the bottoms of her feet, feeling her sandy soles and hearing her small giggles as she then began to wriggle her feet around. This lasted only for a few seconds for I did not want anyone to ask questions of why I was fanatically tickling this girl‘s feet, so I stopped and gave her a bite, telling her that I owe her a longer feet tickling. I have yet to do that but it’ll come.
That’s it, more to come when I have time.
