The Ticklish Bitch #2
(Posted on Tuesday, June 8, 1999)
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To read the 1st story in this series, click The Ticklish Bitch #1.

THESE STORIES ARE TRUE. THEY DON'T ALWAYS INVOLVE A BONAFIDE "BITCH" (WHATEVER THAT IS) THOUGH THEY MAY INVOLVE SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN BITCHY AT TIMES, SOMETIMES RIGHT BEFORE THE TICKLING.

It's been my goal to tickle females wherever possible - and the feet are often a favorite place. Of course, certain scenarios better lend themselves to more intense tickling (such as, between lovers). Other times, the tickling gets to be just enough without crossing the line (the line being a line of sexual impropriety, or general nuisance). In any event, some of those tickling scenarios, on the safe side of the line, but naughtily close to the edge, are great to recall. Though subtle, their subtlety is often the tantalizer.

Such it the case of my one ticklish aunt - a woman in her early fifties married to my uncle. This, too, was during my college days. The mother of three deliciously ticklish daughters, I wondered if this woman was the reason those cousins of mine were so ticklish.

I discovered that my aunt was in fact ticklish! She had been laying on the sofa, barefoot. Using one of my favorite techniques, I quickly sat on the sofa and placed her feet on my lap - so as not to disturb her comfortable position. She offered some slight resistance, but I immediately said, "No, don't take them down - relax, I don't want to cause you to move." She acquiesced.

Not wasting any time (oh and what a waste it would have been if I had just sat there and waited, only to have her get up from the couch for good and go to another part of the house) I patted the tops of her feet and said, "See, this is better - just relax." I was elated that she didn't seem to mind the pat on the feet. She didn't say much about it (in fact, I think she either said nothing or talked about a different subject).

I immediately moved down to the bottoms of her feet, giving them a playful pat/tickle. That's when she said, "No, don't touch them there, I'm ticklish."

Feeling fearless, I then said, "Oh really?" I put a little more spunk into my tickle. As my fingers did a quick dance over her soles, she pulled her feet back and said, "No, I'm ticklish!"

That's when I said, "Ok, ok, I'll stop."

For the remainder of the couch sit (which lasted maybe another half hour), we'd talk about other things, and I remember one of the cousins came into the living room and sat on a chair. Another walked in, and we were all watching TV. My aunt kept her feet on my lap. Occasionally, I'd give her bare soles another tickle - just enough to get her to twitch a bit. But she never removed her feet from my lap!

I don't think she necessarily craved to be tickled, but I don't exactly think that she minded the attention, either.

I remember another tickling scenario with this Aunt #1 - about which I will comment in another segment of The Ticklish Bitch. Oh yes, what makes this aunt qualify as a bitch? Though she has her sweet side, she's always had a bit of a temper, and a very bossy, know-it-all-attitude.

See The Ticklish Bitch #1.

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