Same Time, Same Place
(Published on Friday, December 13, 2002)
This story was submitted anonymously by Michael.

I  place a personal ad in the paper looking for a female ticklee, not really expecting to get an answer. Then my phone rings. I hear this voice that's almost like ear candy and it's you. You ask if I'm the one who placed the ad looking for a ticklee and of course I am. After we talk for what seems like minutes, but is actually hours, we decide to meet at a nearby Howard Johnsons.

By the time I get there you've been waiting for about 10 minutes. I hand you a bouquet of pink roses. You tell me you've reserved a room for us to play in and ask if I would get the bag. We go up to the room and it's a huge room with a four poster bed. You excuse yourself and go into bathroom to get ready. I tie the restraints to the posts in each corner of the bed.

When you come out of the bathroom, you're only wearing a towel. You walk over to the bed and lay down. I tie your wrists to the posts at the head of the bed and tie your ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. I open the bag and take out my favorite cinnamon flavored oil, a bottle of hershey's chocolate syrup, a can of whipped cream, and a small bottle of cherries. I plan on getting messy with you.

I straddle your waist and start at your underarms, tickling with a single finger. I draw circles under your arms with my finger tip. Then I bring all my fingers under your arms so they can tickle up a storm. You laugh and laugh untill I give you a break. As you lay still giggling from the first round, I remove your towel and begin to appliy the cinnamon oil to your waist and belly button. While I'm waiting for the cinnamon oil to heat up, I start tickling your ribs. A whole new series of giggling starts
as my fingers dance up and down your ribcage. You laugh and twist from side to side, but each time you twist, my fingers are waiting for your ribs. Finally I give you another rest period.

I remember you tell me that you're neck is ticklish, so I pour some chocolate syrup on my fingers and
tickle the syrup onto your neck. I then begin to lick it off. My mustache brushing up against your ticklish neck. I go back to your waist and start licking the cinnamon oil off your waist and out of your belly button. I move down your body and spray the whipped cream on your thighs. I have to hold your thighs down as I run my tongue up and down them to make sure I get every bit. I put more Hershey's syrup on your legs, from your knees to your ankles, licking and tickling as I go along. I put chocolate syrup on the tops of your feet and work it between your toes. I spend literally minutes (and savoring each one) licking the tops of your feet clean. I open the cherries and put one beneath your toes then dig it out with my tongue. I pour chocolate syrup on your toes and suck each one of them clean. I take the cinnamon oil and spread it onto the soles of your feet. I tickle those VERY ticklish feet while I wait for the oil to heat up.

I stroke the soles,arches and draw with my fingertips on the balls of your feet as you laugh hysterically. You're laughing so hard, your entire body is shaking with ticklish laughter. The oil has heated and I start licking the soles of your feet. The taste of your skin mixed with the sweet taste of cinnamon. My tongue eagerly seeks your toes once more, snaking its way between them and all around them. By the time I'm finished, it's late. I ask if I can see you again and you say to me, "Same
time tomorrow."

            Enjoy

                                         Michael