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Jeanie debated with herself for a week on a Halloween costume. So many costumes are otherwise simple ideas ‘sexed up’ but she wasn’t into that. It felt like a cry for attention to whore it up out of turn like that, so it had to be something different. One night it hit her while she was in her room watching television. “I’m gonna be Avril Lavigne.” Jeanie thought to herself. She hopped on her computer and fished around looking at various pictures of Avril. In about 20 minutes she had the plan of action. Jeanie was kind of a rocker chick already. Crazy makeup and a variety of nail polish colors, Jeanie tried to avoid the designer clothes and stick to stylish comfy things like worn out jeans and skater shoes. She never put herself out there as a sex figure so guys never really chased after her that way. This night would be different.
It was the Saturday night before Halloween and there was a pretty decent party happening at a friend’s place. Just before leaving her house, Jeanie took a good look at herself in the mirror. Sporting a black top with a teal tutu, fishnets, legwarmers and patent leather heels… Jeanie was ready. This particular night it was a bit chilly walking down the sidewalk in a tutu but at least the walk was only 10 or 15 minutes. I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t a little bashful seeing people glare at her on the street. I’d also be lying if I said she looked natural walking in high heels for maybe the first time ever. None the less without a single trip or slip Jeanie made it to the party unharmed.
As Jeanie stepped in the door and proceeded down the hallway she could tell she was getting close to the party being that there was so many costumed figures collecting around the halls. Jeanie passed by a Jedi talking to a Dead Clown, a group of Smurfs, a football player with bloody face makeup, a knight, a banana and a tall Yoda. All them with Beers in hand. Finally here’s the door. The music, the people, the dancing the drinking, this party was movin’.
“You made it!” A friend yelled to her. Jeanie looked to her right to see a Peter Pan looking a girl.
“Hey Deb!” She greeted the female Peter Pan.
“You’re like a crackhead tinkerbell!” Deb said laughing to her.
“I’m actually Avril Lavigne.” Jeanie corrected her.
“Oh ok, well let’s get you a beer.” Deb walked with her.
And the drinking began! Jeanie drank and danced and mingled but… What Jeanie did not know or realize was the boy the who had been eyeing her up for most of the time. Steve from afar had been taking a liking to her. He was talking with his friends but several times dropped the ball being distracted by this smokey eyed beauty. As he looked on, he realized that this beauty was actually Jeanie. Steve had no idea at first but he was captivated. Steve broke off from his buddies and made his way through the party.
“Come let’s dance.” Jeanie looked up to see Steve standing next to her.
“Holy shit Steve hey!” Jeanie wrapped her arms around him.
“You look amazing J.” Steve said in her ear. Jeanie smiled at him and they begin to dance.
The beers were flowin and the music was blarin. Steve and Jeanie were dancing fools… Until. The police showed up to break up the party. It was bound to happen since most apartment buildings have sound codes and party noise rules. This party was frankly over, and just a tick past midnight too. The people were filing out and on to other parties I’m sure. Jeanie stuck around as the people left until it was nothing but a few people.
“Are you coming Jeanie.” Deb looked to Jeanie eyeballing the door.
“No I’m ok, I’m gonna stay and help Steve clean up.” She looked to Steve smiling.
“Ok, call me slut.” Deb teased.
“Ok, go find Captain Hook whore.” Jeanie kidded back.
Deb left and soon Jeanie was there with Steve. She was still pretty nicely buzzin from all the beer but still trying to help clean up as best she could. There were dozens and dozens of abandoned beer cans and plastic cups left on every single surface in his apartment. There were a few spills that dried up on the floor. Cigarette butts in the toilet and in the shower. The only upside was the lock on the bedroom. Steve was not letting anyone in there. Right now however during the cleanup Steve was constantly sneakin peaks left and right and his confidence was growing! Steve was definitely a leg man. He had no idea what Jeanie was hiding all the while. Finally the cleaning was under control.
“Sit Jeanie sit. You’ve done so much.” Steve assisted her to the couch.
“Hehe I think we did it.” She smiled plopping down on the couch.
“Do you wear heels ever?” Steve asked shyly.
“Barely, they are killin me!” She whimpered. There was a brief silence.
“..Lemme see em.” Steve stammered and scooped her legs over his arm. Her eyes lit up a little surprised.
“What’s this? What are you doing?” She watched him intently. Steve then lifted one foot and loosened her shoe off her heel.
“I’m gonna help you out.” Steve said with better confidence. He plucked off the heel and began workin on the next one.
“Oh you don’t have to do that. I’m too ticklish. I’ll just be kickin you!” She pleaded and wiggling her feet.
“I’m sure Avril Lavigne is ticklish too! I’ll take my chances. You deserve this.” He got that other pesky shoe off and began rubbing his hands around her little fishnetted feet.
She could only smile and close her eyes. As much as she wanted to resist, it just felt too good. Steve began deeply massaging her arches and she was now not only smiling but purring. Steve massaged each toe on each foot. It wouldn’t be too long before Jeanie has completely falling asleep. After a few moments Steve softly slipped out from under her feet to get up and go in his bedroom. He opened the top drawer and grabbed the handcuff rope setup. After returning to the living room, he began the setup. Tying a rope to the leg of the couch and connecting it to the cuffs. and the same for the other cuffs. He softly and slowly slipped the fuzzy cuffs around her ankles and quietly ‘clicked’ them to tightness. He did the same for the wrist cuffs to catch each wrist very very slowly and clicking them to there proper tightness. Steve knelt down next to her and tried to pull her top up. It was difficult and somewhat moving. Finally it snapped loose from whatever was catching it and the top flew up. The sudden motion woke her.
“What? What is happening. Why am I” Steve cut her off shushing her.
“Just relax and enjoy.” He finalized how her top was shifting her a little.
“Enjoy what.” She looked around.
“Shhhhhhhhhhh” Steve began to drag his fingers up her tight abs. His fingers went up over her ribs and then down her sides. This made her ribs protrude in the air showing every contour. His fingers began to play and dance around these ribs. Her body squirmed and she squealed with laughter. He placed his hands on each of her sides and used his thumbs on her abs around her belly button.
“You are so skinny.” Steve teased itching his thumbs around her abs seeing them flex and fight the tickles. She wiggled and jerked and yanked at her restraints with no luck. Steve even laughed and went back to doing the itchies on her ribs one by one. Teasing every rib in a slow playful torture. Steve had been dreaming of this for as long as he knew her. She’s never been one to show off skin so this was all new. Steve utterly lost his mind and control here he was so overtaken. His hands went wild with tickles, spidering his finger all over her poor defenseless stomach and ribs. Jeanie could only laugh and yelp tugging with no result but further tickles.
Steve’s fingers flew up into the hollows of her bare armpits. Her eyes were wide and her laughed howled from her mouth. He itched and poked at the now moist and warm little armpits his fingers had found. He dragged single finger in circles around both pits teasing them and flirting with them. Jeanie was losing her mind right in front of him. His right hand slipped down to trying her thighs giving them easy pinches. Both legs cutely wiggled up and down defending themselves. Steve became hypnotized squeezing at them more and more. It’s possible fishnets were helping with the tickling! Poor Jeanie was in tears laughing so hard but Steve couldn’t help himself. He reached around tickling her hamstrings as well. Jeanie was terribly ticklish around her thighs all around.
Steve moved his position slightly more toward the foot of the couch. He picked up one of her heels from the floor plunging his nose in it. He took a deep inhale tossed back to the ground. Looking around the room for a moment he then leaned down and stuck his nose under her toes and whiffed. The saltiness of these little sweaty feet, Steve couldn’t resist having a taste off the tip of her toes. He reach his fingers under her soles and simply twiddled his fingers under her arches lightly and watched for her twitchy little reaction. His fingertips scuffed across the edges of the netting of the stockings, sometimes feeling a nice sample of skin. Using two fingers, one for each foot, he stuck them in the holidays of the netting to tease some bare skin of her soles inside the stocking. She screamed and pulled and fought and laughed. Little feet wiggling and twitched trying to dodge the tickles.
Steve grabbed on the bottom of one stocking foot pulling the fishnet until it split tearing wide open. He pulled the stocking away and uncovered her foot completely. He grabbed the other foot’s stocking freeing it the same way. Baring them both now openly vulnerable. Now these feet were truly ready for his fingers to scribble up and down on. Her soles were so soft and small with sexy high arches. Her toes were short and slender and the nails were painted dark blue. Not being able to resist again Steve stroked his fingertips up and down her soles while leaning into in to suck her big toe. With a toes-filled mouth he could hear her in hysterics of the tickle torment. He teased her toes with the edges of his teeth, rubbing them across the bottom pads on her toes. Her feet were wildly ticklish and completely at his disposal. As for Steve his foot fetish ran as deep as his tickle fetish. Jeanie didn’t know when the tickling would end until the room began to spin and became very dark. She began to look around the room confused. Jeanie looked down to see that she was not tied up and Steve was asleep on the couch with her feet in his lap. She had dreamed the entire thing. In all honesty, Jeanie was the one with the tickling fetish, not Steve. She reached down in her purse and pulled out her pink fuzzy cuffs and poked Steve’s face with her toe awaking him. Maybe he’d play. A girl can dream can’t she.
This is not as much a story as it just an article of tickle and the fetish world. Maybe this is an age old question. To explain a little about myself, I not only have tickling fetish but also the corresponding foot and stomach fetish to match. This creates a hell of a tri-fecta. I don’t know how many of you share in this situation. Do you ever find yourself in the situation of having to shelve your tickle fetish for the sake of preserving one of your other fetishes. Maybe the girl would rather you give a foot massage, or stomach kisses and stay away from tickling. In all fairness alot of girls are phobic to the tickles. How about the reversed situation. Ever shelve your foot fetish or stomach fetish on behalf of keeping it at only tickling? Again I’m just throwing questions around.
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It’s amazing what a legitimate mistake can do. Seriously it’s like slipping in shit and landing in Gold. I was talking to my friend Stephanie one night online. We’ve been friends for years but this particular night things were going to get a little different.
I guess before I go any further you want to hear more about her and decide if you wanna keep reading. This took in 07 so that would make her 24 turning 25. She’s a brunette with hazel eyes. A very nice combo I think. She’s English Italian mix standing 5’4. Rather in shape, small waist, decent breasts, a butt, shapely legs and great feet size 6.5. I shapely legs and trust they have always been amazing . It was first thing I noticed about her way back. We dated in high school but that was a short lived thing much to my disappointment. That’s a whole other story and I don’t wanna depress you.
So this night I’m writing about I made a terrible goof. We were chatting on AIM and I went to send a link to her but I messed the clipboard with a different browser and sent her a tickling picture. As I saw this photo pop up on our chat window my heart stopped. I realized I had just done this and could have died right there.
Time passed, maybe 10 or 15 seconds.
Then suddenly “LOL” all in caps.
Followed quickly with “What is that??? haha”
I panicked and then figured play this off and quick.
“Funny right? lol” I typed and my fricken fingers were shaking.
“That is insane! Where’d you get that?” I still couldn’t get a read on her.
“On the web. You never saw these ever? I was now going to sell this at her it was my only defense.
“I have NEVER! wow. She’s getting tickled!” She typed and I think I’m gonna be ok.
I sent another picture and I made it was of the same fun not creepy nature. She again sent a big lol and said she would die in that position. At this point I was realizing this wasn’t going to be my demise! I wouldn’t have to move and change my identity!
“You think you’re that ticklish?” I typed.
“I got my mom’s ticklish genes so YES. I’m deathly ticklish.” She sent back to me.
“Remind me the next time I’m over there!” I figured flirt hehe.
“What to tickle me?” She replied.
“No to tickle your mom!” I know. I know. lol
“LOL YOUR DORK!” She textually yelled back at me.
So I went for the silly joke here I know but learn something here all you Ler’s that need advice. What I did there was lay some foundation for my next encounter with her. I just gave my self a sort of “in” should I get to a position for some fun.
So let’s skip ahead now to the following saturday when I was over at her place. We in her living room hanging out and I had tickling on my mind. I was plotting. And I was probly thinking so hard that she could see me thinking. Steph wasn’t wearing anything too crazy, just a tshirt, jeans and sneakers. Finally I thought to myself fuck it. I simply reached over gave a little finger itch on her side. She giggled a bit.
“Oh maybe you aren’t kidding.” I teased her.
“Haha No I certainly am not!” She squirmed.
“All we need is a camera man And we can make our own silly pictures.” I joked.
“Haha you’re the only person I’ve let tickle me really.” She was so flirting right?
“Are we gonna keep this between us?” She is more than flirting.
“Keep what?” I can play too.
“You tickling me.” She’s in!
“Ok, I didn’t know I was though.” Teehee!
She took my hand and led me up off the couch. My heart was racing but in a fun way. Stephanie laid on the floor and rolled her shirt up a bit. I was surprised sure but I wasn’t thrown off. I climbed on top of her thighs and took her hands and placed them over her head. She stayed put. I began dragging my fingers and each side of her ribcage in slow circles. Stephanie only smiled.
I curled my fingers a little more and made the circles faster and more random and the giggles began. From there I was on a good drive spidering my fingertips around the hollow of her abs. The skin of her stomach felt amazing. So soft with those little tiny girl hairs. It flexed and flinched with the flicks of my fingers. Nice alliteration right? Anyway, I began picking at the edges of her ribs. Stephanie squeaked and yelp with every little grab.
I’ve never been a rough tickler. I good like tickling and leaving a girls stomach looking all red and scratched up. Maybe it’s just me but I think lighter is better. I did the around the world across her ribs. Left to right and back and forth, teasing her belly button with my other hand. Her belly button is cute, small and somewhat tight. I loved that with her arms stretch over her head, her rib contours became noticeable and her belly button stretch more oval vertical shaped. She was giggling squirming mess under my fingertips. I even got down below her bellybutton on the soft curvy skin. She wasn’t of perfect shape and I loved that. I was begging me stop.
“Air, need air!” I was nice and let off for a minute.
“Had enough?” I asked her.
“Try my feet now.” She said like a giggling little girl. So cute.
“If you want.” I unmounted her.
Steph looked around the room and then finally got and sat on the couch. She told me to lay on the floor by her feet. What was I gonna not do that?! I did my part and got down on the floor right where I needed to be. She had her legs out stretched straight. Then she lowered them down resting them on my chest. I could see her feet wiggling inside her sneakers. I pulled at those laces like I was pulling a bow off the top of a present. I lifted and help each foot out of their sneakers.
“Socks off?” I was being polite.
“What do you rather?” She wiggled her toes inside her socks and yea I stared.
“I say off. It’s better.” No harm in that.
“Oh you have history in this?” She taunted.
“A little bit yea.” Why not say that? Hah.
I peeled her socks off like two bananas. I couldn’t wait. I grabbed her ankles with my left hand where my pointer finger was between and my thumb and middle finger clasped the outside of both ankles. I couldn’t believe I was finally going to do this after all time. I stroked my right hand fingers up both her soles and then back down. Her feet lifted and her toes stretched. I stroked back up and then grazed over the bottoms of her toes. Steph giggled as she looked down on me. I worked around her delicious looking arches with my nails (despite they are short). Her feet wiggled and alternated going up and down in the grasp of my left hand. I teased around her meaty heels.
I don’t know if she gets pedicures but there was no sign of wear on these babies. I checked around the edges pinching up and down both feet. She wasn’t dying laughing and but definitely feeling the effect of my tickling fun under her feet. I was figuring at the point she must be enjoying it because she’s not yanking away. I put my wrist on her heels and itched under her toes. Stephanie was champion among lees and I was proud (and really turned on).
“If I tell you a secret will you tell me one?” Steph looked down asking.
“Sure, what do you got.” I was still lightly stroking.
“You look really cute down there tickling me.” She said looking like an angel.
“Well thank you, and I like being down here too. I love tickling you.” I managed to say.
“I think you have a little fetish.” She said in a sexy voice. Or at least it sounded sexy for her putting the word fetish in there.
“Yea I do. As you can clearly tell.” I blushed.
“I have one little secret to add though.” She said quieter.
“I’m listening.” Holy hell say it!
“I’m not ticklish.” She said losing her laughter just smiling.
It was like the boat just lost its motor. I continued tickling and yea she wasn’t kidding. Yes I felt embarrassed at this point. I didn’t know what was coming. I got nervous. I got worried. The seconds it her to speak again felt like hours in my head.
“Though I’m not ticklish. I still love how it feels.” She said that dragging her big toe across my lips and I kissed it.
“So don’t get up, your telling me.” I was shocked.
“Not until your done.” I would responded back but there were toes in my mouth.
One hour and one FJ later I got up and returned the favor.
In the early part of 2008 my very good friend got involved with a stripper. We were at the club and we got talking to her. She lived fairly close to the town we lived in. The two of them were hitting it off amazingly and I couldn’t tell if she was just playin the game. But at the end of the night they exchanged phone numbers and I knew it was for real.
They began seeing each other exclusively. For a stripper, she is a very very normal girl. Several times we all went out to dinner. She liked us cause we didn’t treat her like a stripper, like an object. One friday evening, I picked her up so we could drive to the train station to pick him up.
Normally I’d give her an alias but being she has a stage name, I’ll just use her name which is Erin. She’s a short little thing only 5foot tall. Cute girl, cute body. She reminds a little bit of Addie Juniper. When she’s not in her stripper gear, you would never think she was one. So I picked her up and off we went. We got to the train station and I checked the boards. Everything read as “On or Near Schedule.” I got back in the car and we had no choice but to be patient.
“So you guys gonna swing by my work again soon?” She asked as a surface chat.
“Eh, probly at some point.” I wasn’t gonna commit to a date.
“Do you have a favorite there?” She was curious.
“Favorite girl? Jeez I don’t know maybe Cassandra.” I spent money on her the most.
“Wow really?! She’s so flat chested though.” Erin laughed.
“Eh, yea I’d say so.” I replied.
“You a butt guy?” She asked.
“Nah, more like a leg and foot guy.”
Normally I wouldn’t cough that out but I know she’s heard it all before.
“Oh wow, yea we get them occasionally. That’s cool. You like mine?”
It was really like nothing to her.
“From what I saw at the club sure.” What was I gonna say, no?
“Well here, get a look.” She was toe heeling off her sneakers.
I was trying to tell her she didn’t have to but she was going with it. I didn’t resist too much. She thumbed off both socks and threw her feet in my lap. Ok yea I admit they were sexy feet. I remarked on them and she told me a story of another guy who like em that came in the club. Finally she said-
“You know you can touch em, we’re not in the club, no bouncers here.”
Which was a tempting enough statement with toes wiggling.
“Well I didn’t wanna assume since your dating my bestfriend.”
“Oh please we aren’t fucking, its just my feet. Touch em its ok.”
I guess when your a stripper, you are callused to men’s gropie-ness.
I laid my hands on them. Back of my mind was watching for a train pullin in. But I went on and began groping around her feet. Not massaging, not tickling, just touching. Erin has size 5 feet. Lovely little arches that creep up her instep. So I had to check- I itched a finger on her closer arch. Her little foot twitched and she squeaked. I laughed and itched a little again.
“Easy tickle fetish!” She laughed.
“How’d you guess?” I admitted to it.
“You foot guys are all alike. If you wanna tickle me, we’ll figure out some payback.”
She wasn’t phased.
“Sounds fine to me.” Animal instinct really takes hold.
With that my right hand locked down over her ankles. My left hand went to work right away on her two bare soles. I scribble my finger tips up her soles and into the hollow of her arches. Her feet twitched and wiggled. She laughed so hard thrashing her head back and forth but never actually fought me. I picked her toes sparodically and stuck my fingers between them. Then itching down her soles.
Fingernails dancing on those yummy arches. Erin squealed and laughed so hard. She cursed at me alot but I didn’t care. She offered and I accepted. I wiggled my middle and pointer finger on the balls of her feet and then slide them down and then swiftly back up. And then back down and itched my way back up. Erin was suffering from hair in face laughing hysteric syndrome. It’s common among girls with itchy soles. “You owe me big time.” She managed to snake out through laughters. “I know, I know. But it’s cool.” We both saw the train coming. So she threw her shoes on quick and brushed her hair. By the time he got to the car she had caught her breath completed.
Later on that night after dropping them off and finally returning home. I went to grab a bottle that was empty on the floor when I saw something. Erin had left her socks on my car sort of under my seat. I picked em up and unraveled them from their little balled up knots. I took an inhale. It smelled like her and now I had to find a way to get them back to her…