Ok, so this is the last thing in this particular folder.....I have tons of material about this girl, some of which is pretty wild, but for now we'll leave it here....again, this is during the period where we've broken up, but she keeps coming over every week or so...she's dating this older guy, who figures into this story...ugh, the guy I was back then.....if I could go back and shake him!.....Smack him in the face.....oof.....for one, my writing has improved!
I talk near the end how I got her into this state I've never seen another ticklee in. I remember that happening....but I can't quite remember what it looked like anymore! And my notes here don't help me, but anyways......I'll post more about her eventually, but for now....here's what I wrote on the TMF....all I can tell you is that I know that this happened on a Thursday night, for you trivia buffs!.
What follows has some (not too explicit) sexual content, it's just the way it happened. I've been trying to write this since Friday but it was so hot, I found it very hard to write about accurately! So here it goes, I tried to include every detail I could remember, even though throughout this was a lot of other stuff (both tickling and non tickling related)happening.
The story picks up only a half hour after she arrived, we were getting ready to make dinner. 

She was in her black skirt, barefoot and her black bra. She was standing in the archway between the kitchen and living room, with her arms stretched high above her, her hands clasped onto the molding and she was chatting away at me about her day and swaying side to side as she was talking. So her entire body was taut and long, with her arms as high as they could go, her smooth, creamy armpits were snug against her face, and her big eyes were all innocent as she prattled on.
At first, I didn’t even realize the position she was in and then it hit me so I smiled as I was listening to her stream of this and that, and I gave her extended bare, creamy underarms spidery tickles, causing her to break back into giggling, backing off into the kitchen. Then (and I could actually see the memory come across her face!), she started dancing and swaying and said in a singsongy voice (like how kids would say “Nah, nah, nahnah, naaaa” when teasing somebody)… “I got tickled last night!”…melodiously and with a knowing grin on her face, and of course, I froze…said “you did?”….she’s still dancing around with that grin……that flirt!!!! "I got tickled last night!"
So even though I know, I say “who tickled you, Anthony?”…and she, embarrassed and a bit ashamed…and sorry for me….nodded sweetly, like a little girl. “Oh my gosh, where did he get you?” “On my foot and on my ribs.” Oh, you gotta tell me!
So she tells me a long story about how yesterday she had a terrible day (and believe me, it WAS a long story, she didn’t leave out a comma, all about her day at work, and the walk home, and the supermarket, etc etc!!). So she’s telling me the story and just in the anticipation, my heart is beating like crazy and I'm getting really drunk with desire and I’m kissing her cheek and her neck while she’s telling me, caressing her arms…and as the story goes forward, I back her right into the counter, lift her up on to the counter in front of me, and we make out throughout the story.
“So anyway, I get to Anthony’s and I’m so tired! And I’m in a bad mood because I’ve had such a bad day, and I was really being a bitch.” And she tells me that she was lying on the couch, on her back, when he came over to the end of the couch and grabbed her ankle and started tickling her bare foot, her leg pulled up and trapped. She said she kept trying to grab her foot away.
I asked “How long did he tickle you?” and she said “A long time! Maybe 5 minutes! He was trying to get me out of bitchy mood” Did it work? “No!” . 

Then she was lying down and he came over and said “Wake up! Wake up!!” and tickled her belly. She didn’t elaborate too much. 



Well, now I was supremely turned-on and I just swept her off the counter, carried her into the bedroom and hurled her on to the bed (one of my favorite moves! One time recently…and I think I posted this…I threw her on the bed and then immediately attacked her ribs). We were positively animalistic. I was practically devouring her. She felt so luscious, every inch of her skin and periodically she’d burst out with adorable giggles if I was kissing her neck, and like a kitten, roll her head away. Sometimes I would continue with the tickling for a moment, sometimes I’d let her go…..at one moment of extended tickling came one of the epiphanies of my life as a ticklephile, though I don’t know if I can explain it: 

There was this moment, when I held her arms high above her head and I was stroking her side, tummy and underarm and she had the prettiest ticklish look on her face….like she was loving it AND it was tickling like crazy. This flirty, sexy, beautiful look, I’ve never seen it before on anybody…all the while laughing and giggling free and effortlessly, all the while LOOKING right where I was touching her…SEEING it come, and her face smiling and anticipating…ENJOYING…..all the while, making sweet love….I can’t explain it, but it was one of the hottest moments of my life, looking at this gorgeous, perfect beauty, tickled and tantalized to her erotic ecstasy….WHEW! 



But it didn’t stop there!!! We were such a sweaty mess after a while that we went and took a shower, then refreshed and cooled off, bounded back onto the bed. We started from foreplay all over again and after maybe a half hour of kissing and wrestling and rolling around (and I’m sure plenty of tickling), I went to get a condom from my top drawer, and I’m kneeling on my bed, reaching over to the bureau with one hand, while with the other I’ve (unconsciously) grabbed her big toe with my thumb and middle finger while my index finger reached under and stroked delicately and deliberately over her sole. I was really trying to find the condom but she kept giggling and giggling (it must have been really MADDENINGLY tickling…I was using a very slow, gentle rhythmic stroke, completely not-even-thinking-about-it) and I turned to look at her and she was really giddy that I finally cradled her delicate foot in my arm, locking it in my elbow and really took my time….all up and down her long, perfect foot while she lay back on the bed twisting and writhing around, her head tilted back with her eyes shut tight and her mouth wide open floodgates of laughter. I really explored her foot with one and all fingers, pressures and strokes…..one of the best foot ticklings I’ve ever administered, if I may so myself!!


And yet it still doesn’t stop!! After I was back with her (sexually), she suddenly cried out “Tickle me! Oh, tickle me to death!!!” ….now I KNOW that was just for my benefit...she KNOWS what this does to me, but I appreciated it and I really dug in to her sides, with my thumb nearer the top, massaging the sweet spot, while my other fingers poked and probed and massaged all around the sides and ribs. She obliged by screaming with laughter. In fact, I got her into such a deep pit of laughter that finally she just started saying “Oh my God! Please don’t!”over and over again through deep, rhythmic hitches and gasps of chesty hysterics, her face lit up in delight, in all these years, she never looked more beautiful. 



Ps. we never did make dinner that night! And I hope my neighbors enjoyed the ruckus!!!
I talk near the end how I got her into this state I've never seen another ticklee in. I remember that happening....but I can't quite remember what it looked like anymore! And my notes here don't help me, but anyways......I'll post more about her eventually, but for now....here's what I wrote on the TMF....all I can tell you is that I know that this happened on a Thursday night, for you trivia buffs!.
What follows has some (not too explicit) sexual content, it's just the way it happened. I've been trying to write this since Friday but it was so hot, I found it very hard to write about accurately! So here it goes, I tried to include every detail I could remember, even though throughout this was a lot of other stuff (both tickling and non tickling related)happening.
The story picks up only a half hour after she arrived, we were getting ready to make dinner. 

She was in her black skirt, barefoot and her black bra. She was standing in the archway between the kitchen and living room, with her arms stretched high above her, her hands clasped onto the molding and she was chatting away at me about her day and swaying side to side as she was talking. So her entire body was taut and long, with her arms as high as they could go, her smooth, creamy armpits were snug against her face, and her big eyes were all innocent as she prattled on.
At first, I didn’t even realize the position she was in and then it hit me so I smiled as I was listening to her stream of this and that, and I gave her extended bare, creamy underarms spidery tickles, causing her to break back into giggling, backing off into the kitchen. Then (and I could actually see the memory come across her face!), she started dancing and swaying and said in a singsongy voice (like how kids would say “Nah, nah, nahnah, naaaa” when teasing somebody)… “I got tickled last night!”…melodiously and with a knowing grin on her face, and of course, I froze…said “you did?”….she’s still dancing around with that grin……that flirt!!!! "I got tickled last night!"
So even though I know, I say “who tickled you, Anthony?”…and she, embarrassed and a bit ashamed…and sorry for me….nodded sweetly, like a little girl. “Oh my gosh, where did he get you?” “On my foot and on my ribs.” Oh, you gotta tell me!
So she tells me a long story about how yesterday she had a terrible day (and believe me, it WAS a long story, she didn’t leave out a comma, all about her day at work, and the walk home, and the supermarket, etc etc!!). So she’s telling me the story and just in the anticipation, my heart is beating like crazy and I'm getting really drunk with desire and I’m kissing her cheek and her neck while she’s telling me, caressing her arms…and as the story goes forward, I back her right into the counter, lift her up on to the counter in front of me, and we make out throughout the story.
“So anyway, I get to Anthony’s and I’m so tired! And I’m in a bad mood because I’ve had such a bad day, and I was really being a bitch.” And she tells me that she was lying on the couch, on her back, when he came over to the end of the couch and grabbed her ankle and started tickling her bare foot, her leg pulled up and trapped. She said she kept trying to grab her foot away.
I asked “How long did he tickle you?” and she said “A long time! Maybe 5 minutes! He was trying to get me out of bitchy mood” Did it work? “No!” . 

Then she was lying down and he came over and said “Wake up! Wake up!!” and tickled her belly. She didn’t elaborate too much. 



Well, now I was supremely turned-on and I just swept her off the counter, carried her into the bedroom and hurled her on to the bed (one of my favorite moves! One time recently…and I think I posted this…I threw her on the bed and then immediately attacked her ribs). We were positively animalistic. I was practically devouring her. She felt so luscious, every inch of her skin and periodically she’d burst out with adorable giggles if I was kissing her neck, and like a kitten, roll her head away. Sometimes I would continue with the tickling for a moment, sometimes I’d let her go…..at one moment of extended tickling came one of the epiphanies of my life as a ticklephile, though I don’t know if I can explain it: 

There was this moment, when I held her arms high above her head and I was stroking her side, tummy and underarm and she had the prettiest ticklish look on her face….like she was loving it AND it was tickling like crazy. This flirty, sexy, beautiful look, I’ve never seen it before on anybody…all the while laughing and giggling free and effortlessly, all the while LOOKING right where I was touching her…SEEING it come, and her face smiling and anticipating…ENJOYING…..all the while, making sweet love….I can’t explain it, but it was one of the hottest moments of my life, looking at this gorgeous, perfect beauty, tickled and tantalized to her erotic ecstasy….WHEW! 



But it didn’t stop there!!! We were such a sweaty mess after a while that we went and took a shower, then refreshed and cooled off, bounded back onto the bed. We started from foreplay all over again and after maybe a half hour of kissing and wrestling and rolling around (and I’m sure plenty of tickling), I went to get a condom from my top drawer, and I’m kneeling on my bed, reaching over to the bureau with one hand, while with the other I’ve (unconsciously) grabbed her big toe with my thumb and middle finger while my index finger reached under and stroked delicately and deliberately over her sole. I was really trying to find the condom but she kept giggling and giggling (it must have been really MADDENINGLY tickling…I was using a very slow, gentle rhythmic stroke, completely not-even-thinking-about-it) and I turned to look at her and she was really giddy that I finally cradled her delicate foot in my arm, locking it in my elbow and really took my time….all up and down her long, perfect foot while she lay back on the bed twisting and writhing around, her head tilted back with her eyes shut tight and her mouth wide open floodgates of laughter. I really explored her foot with one and all fingers, pressures and strokes…..one of the best foot ticklings I’ve ever administered, if I may so myself!!


And yet it still doesn’t stop!! After I was back with her (sexually), she suddenly cried out “Tickle me! Oh, tickle me to death!!!” ….now I KNOW that was just for my benefit...she KNOWS what this does to me, but I appreciated it and I really dug in to her sides, with my thumb nearer the top, massaging the sweet spot, while my other fingers poked and probed and massaged all around the sides and ribs. She obliged by screaming with laughter. In fact, I got her into such a deep pit of laughter that finally she just started saying “Oh my God! Please don’t!”over and over again through deep, rhythmic hitches and gasps of chesty hysterics, her face lit up in delight, in all these years, she never looked more beautiful. 



Ps. we never did make dinner that night! And I hope my neighbors enjoyed the ruckus!!!
