Lollisoles' tickle torture - feet
You all know how much I love visiting Chicago for so many reasons. But now I have another reason.... and her name is Lollisoles. We we’re talking for a while after she found out I was coming to Chicago. I don’t remember who contacted who first, but I’ll say I’m glad we did. It was an honor getting to know her, and it was more of honor to know I’ll be the popping her tickle cherry. That’s right, she’s never done tickling before. And believe it or not, she was nervous about it. She didn’t even know how ticklish she is. But I was happy to find out for myself. And her being a foot model, you can guess where I started with. That’s right. Those wonderfully soft size 11 soles of her. Her seeing her feet together made her wonder what she got herself into. But once my fingers started working her soles, it was too late for her to back out. Just know, while it was hard to hear her begging for me to stop, because she was too busy laughing. Also losing track of how many times she was screaming “oh my god” made me realized how much I struck gold with her. But that was just fingers doing the work. She didn’t think it was gonna get worse. But that was until, I whipped out the oil, toothbrush and hairbrush. Man, if you realize how wide her eyes got when she saw the tools, you would’ve been a little sympathetic for her. Because once I started to work with the tolls, she— you know what ? I’m not gonna say anything else. I’m just gonna let you purchase this for yourself to see. Trust me, you’re gonna want to. Worth it.
