before my hubby and i were going together we were just frinds with a bunch of others. this was when we were in college.
one day we were all out messing around and jack (my hubby to be) and another guy named michael picked me up just for the fun of it. that is easy to do cause i am so small (5', just under 100 lbs). jack had my wrists and micheal had my ankles.
they were teasing about what to do with me when jack told michael that he was holding the most ticklish part of my anatomy. jack later told me he had no idea how ticklish my feet are; he was just teasing me.
i was completely helpless held by the two of them and when jack said that i started getting very nervous.
i will never foregt how michael turned and looked at me with this evil grin and he cradled my ankles in the crook of one arm and with his free hand he began to pull off my shoes and socks.
i really started to panic and began pleading with them to let me go. michael asked me what the problem was; was i very ticklish? when i am in a situation like that, i never know how to answer. do i admit how ticklish i am or do i deny that i am ticklish? either way i am in trouble.
michael pulled my shoes and socks off and handed them to one of our friends. the rest of the group was watching all of this and laughing about it.
my feet r extra sensitive when first exposed to the air and they felt hyper ticklish. i think the situation and my mental state contributed to my ticklishness.
i'll never forget how michael turned and grinned at me as he ran a finger up and down my bare sole. i shrieked and jerked so hard they almost dropped me and michael said something like, "say, she really is ticklish isn't she?"
he proceeded to tickle my bare feet with the fingers of his free hand and i just went beserk. his fingers went all over my feet, soles, toes, tops, heels, everywhere and i was laughing and squealing and wiggling as best i could and twisting my feet every way to avoid the tickling.
jack said he was watching my face as i reacted to this merciless foot tickling and he said he got turned on and fell for me right then and there.
after michael finally gave me a break he asked any of our friends if they wanted to c how ticklish i was and of course several of them took turns tickling my feet so the tickling continued with different people and different tickle styles and i was just out of my mind.
even when there was a break in the tickling i kept laughing and my body kept wiggling.
then michael started asking strangers walking by on the sidewalk if they wanted to tickle me. luckily none of them took him up on the offer but they smiled or grinned at my ticklish situation. i was being publicly tickled on my bare feet with no let up.
finally they released me and i was just wrung out and weak from the tickling.
i think that is the image jack (now my husband) has permanently in his head and one reason he has a fantasy of seeing me tickled by another.
jan
one day we were all out messing around and jack (my hubby to be) and another guy named michael picked me up just for the fun of it. that is easy to do cause i am so small (5', just under 100 lbs). jack had my wrists and micheal had my ankles.
they were teasing about what to do with me when jack told michael that he was holding the most ticklish part of my anatomy. jack later told me he had no idea how ticklish my feet are; he was just teasing me.
i was completely helpless held by the two of them and when jack said that i started getting very nervous.
i will never foregt how michael turned and looked at me with this evil grin and he cradled my ankles in the crook of one arm and with his free hand he began to pull off my shoes and socks.
i really started to panic and began pleading with them to let me go. michael asked me what the problem was; was i very ticklish? when i am in a situation like that, i never know how to answer. do i admit how ticklish i am or do i deny that i am ticklish? either way i am in trouble.
michael pulled my shoes and socks off and handed them to one of our friends. the rest of the group was watching all of this and laughing about it.
my feet r extra sensitive when first exposed to the air and they felt hyper ticklish. i think the situation and my mental state contributed to my ticklishness.
i'll never forget how michael turned and grinned at me as he ran a finger up and down my bare sole. i shrieked and jerked so hard they almost dropped me and michael said something like, "say, she really is ticklish isn't she?"
he proceeded to tickle my bare feet with the fingers of his free hand and i just went beserk. his fingers went all over my feet, soles, toes, tops, heels, everywhere and i was laughing and squealing and wiggling as best i could and twisting my feet every way to avoid the tickling.
jack said he was watching my face as i reacted to this merciless foot tickling and he said he got turned on and fell for me right then and there.
after michael finally gave me a break he asked any of our friends if they wanted to c how ticklish i was and of course several of them took turns tickling my feet so the tickling continued with different people and different tickle styles and i was just out of my mind.
even when there was a break in the tickling i kept laughing and my body kept wiggling.
then michael started asking strangers walking by on the sidewalk if they wanted to tickle me. luckily none of them took him up on the offer but they smiled or grinned at my ticklish situation. i was being publicly tickled on my bare feet with no let up.
finally they released me and i was just wrung out and weak from the tickling.
i think that is the image jack (now my husband) has permanently in his head and one reason he has a fantasy of seeing me tickled by another.
jan
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