I Was Foot Tickled By A Ghost
The Kinky And Invisible Tickler... This is still ongoing.
I was alone in my house for two weeks since my parents were in Germany. I felt like being barefoot all the time. It felt good at first, since I am gay and all, but then, as i was walking down my hallway, i suddenly tripped. I looked to see what I tripped over, but there was nothing there. Then, i felt a tug on my right ankle. There was nothing at my foot, but still, "it" was tugging my ankle! Then, before I could crawl away, "it" began tickling my foot without mercy! I just couldn't help but laugh. Laugh and cry at the same time. It went on for about 6 minutes before "it" finally released me. I ran into my room and hid under my comforter for 2 hours.
After I came out of my room, I was paranoid for the rest of the day. Gradually that night, I drifted off to sleep. As I was out, the bottom of my comforter slowly lifted off my bare feet. A ticklish feeling on them occurred, but I remained asleep. It got higher, and in my sleep, I giggled. I kept on giggling as my feet wiggled and writhed, toes outstretched and them getting tickled as well. I finally woke up to find my feet held together by "it", and then the merciless tickling began. Laughter filled the dark room, and I couldn't get away. I screamed for help, hoping someone would come in, but it was only met with more tickling and despair. After 30 minutes of laughing, crying, and nearly wetting myself. It finally stopped, and without a moment's hesitation, I ran into the bathroom, threw myself into the bathtub and cried...
I instantly switched back to wearing socks, and then shoes, everywhere in my house. I casually sat down on a chair, thinking everything was ok, but then, in an instant, my shoe just came off on its own, and then my sock! I tried running, but i was yanked by the ankle back to the chair and held down while my other shoe and sock were removed. My ankles were held together, raised from the carpet, and "it" began tickling my defenseless feet! This time, I wouldn't break so easily. I held in my laughter as best as I could, despite every inch of my soles being scurried along by invisible nails. Beyond bonded teeth, clenched eyes, and slight cracks of laughter, I still wouldn't break. Then, it stopped for a moment. I breathed heavily, but then yelped as "it"...BEGAN LICKING MY FEET!!! I couldn't take it any more and burst out laughing.
My hands were stuck to the couch as I came to realize that a ghost had been tickling me whenever it wanted. It licked in between my toes, the ball of the foot, and the heel. Still laughing, I became more and more resistant, but the more resistant I was, the worse it licked my feet. My whole body was squirming as I finally knew I couldn't get free. When an hour passed, I was finally released. I collapsed on the floor, completely out of it. After a while, I came to realize I loved what had just happened, as well as in the past. I went back to being barefoot everywhere, and once or twice a day, the ghost would take my feet and tickle/lick them. The laughter would only fuel its needs to tickle me again, and my needs to let it happen.
Sometimes, I went around wearing only my boxer briefs. Still barefoot, I would be pulled down and tickled. But then, one day, as i was in my briefs and being tickled, the ghost stopped and lifted the waist band to the briefs. I was shocked, but then I felt the soft touch of a hand on my waist, going down into the briefs, and feeling my hard penis. I didn't want to stop it, and then the ghostly hand began tickling my penis! I was wiggling my legs to get it off, but it just wouldn't quit. It tickled my penis before I finally exploded with ecstasy. I laid on the floor as I was released and thanked the ghost for loving me like that.
As my time alone wound down to a week, I was hoping for an unforgettable tickling experience from my hot ghost friend. I tried to convince it by making my foot stuck in a pet door, but nothing happened. After several attempts, I was convinced the ghost had left. While I was getting ready to take a shower, I was suddenly shoved to the wall and had my arms raised and legs spread. I suddenly felt the sweet sensation of tickling on my arched feet and my rapidly growing penis. I just didn't resist and I laughed, hoping the ghost would never stop. As I separated my laughing with gasps of air, I saw the prints of hands forming on my tummy, which then clenched, making me yelp in laughter. The ghostly hands tickled my bare sides as i struggled to get my arms down, since this tickling started to get out of control. But the ghost wouldn't let me go. It just kept on tickling and tickling as I cried out in laughter. Then, the prints disappeared, and then reappeared on my inner thighs. The sheer panic I felt was only for a second before the ghost decided make my stiff legs shiver. As the ghost continued to tickle me, I began to moan, as if this was a sexual pleasure for me. It turned out to very well be so when the ghost began to gently tickle my penis. It just kept tickling it until I came. The ghost left, and I just laid in the bathtub, in an erotic pose, knowing I have a ghost to satisfy the sexual thrill from tickling.
That night, I decided to sleep naked, still in sexual shock from the ghost's bathroom surprise. My comforter was the only obstacle the ghost saw, but slowly, it pulled off the comforter from my bare body, exposing my beautiful vulnerability. I was then slowly and gently laid on my back by its thrilling touch and in my sleep, my belly button began to be poked. I let out soft giggles in my sleep, and then the poking began going around my sensitive belly button. I began to feel myself slowly fidget as the ghost moved his delicate hand down my tummy to my penis and began to tickle it. As I giggled more loudly, I also moaned. Then, as if from out of nowhere, the ghost held me up in the air, where I woke up, and began to tickle my defenseless feet. I writhed and squirmed up in the air as I felt the erotic tugging of the ghost's hand on my ankle as it tickled me. Then, it forcefully spread my legs apart and began to tickle up my legs. I resisted to struggle as it got to the highest point of my thighs and spared me no mercy. The ghost enjoyed every moment before lowering me on the bed. After leaving, the ghost gave me one last quick tickle on the toe. I fell asleep shortly after.
After finding and cleaning my roller hockey jockstrap, I wore nothing but it the next day. As the day went by, I would feel the occasional quick tickle on my side or one of my exposed feet, but nothing special. So when I went into the kitchen to get some water, I got my drink and gulped it down, followed by several more cups. Later, I went back into the kitchen to close the blinds on the windows when I suddenly felt a cool touch on my bare bottom. I instantly turned around to find nothing, but still I sported a smile. Seconds later, I was pushed back to the edge of the counter where my hands remained grasped to it and my feet firmly planted to the floor. Gasping in excited anticipation, I looked down to see my jockstrap suddenly writhing as if something was inside it. I looked, only to find nothing. The ghost had sent a ticklish writhing inside my jockstrap! I couldn't move as the writhing went all around, tickling my penis and genitals as i delightfully laughed. I was able to stifle my laughter and look at the thrilling occurrence in my jockstrap. Some of the tickles would make me jump while others would make me buckle and nearly fall, but this ghost loved me, as if it cared for me.
My time alone eventually came to an end. After my parents got back home, it was at that moment that I truly knew the ghost was gone. Hiding my sadness, I excused myself to head to bed early. As I laid awake, I reminisced about all the fun the ghost gave me. It took me an hour to go to sleep. But then, as I started to drift off, I woke up and saw my comforter being lifted, exposing my foot. The ghost then gave me a long, gentle, passionate tickle. I smiled and slightly giggled as the ghost gave me the indication that it will now tickle me whenever I please.
I was alone in my house for two weeks since my parents were in Germany. I felt like being barefoot all the time. It felt good at first, since I am gay and all, but then, as i was walking down my hallway, i suddenly tripped. I looked to see what I tripped over, but there was nothing there. Then, i felt a tug on my right ankle. There was nothing at my foot, but still, "it" was tugging my ankle! Then, before I could crawl away, "it" began tickling my foot without mercy! I just couldn't help but laugh. Laugh and cry at the same time. It went on for about 6 minutes before "it" finally released me. I ran into my room and hid under my comforter for 2 hours.
After I came out of my room, I was paranoid for the rest of the day. Gradually that night, I drifted off to sleep. As I was out, the bottom of my comforter slowly lifted off my bare feet. A ticklish feeling on them occurred, but I remained asleep. It got higher, and in my sleep, I giggled. I kept on giggling as my feet wiggled and writhed, toes outstretched and them getting tickled as well. I finally woke up to find my feet held together by "it", and then the merciless tickling began. Laughter filled the dark room, and I couldn't get away. I screamed for help, hoping someone would come in, but it was only met with more tickling and despair. After 30 minutes of laughing, crying, and nearly wetting myself. It finally stopped, and without a moment's hesitation, I ran into the bathroom, threw myself into the bathtub and cried...
I instantly switched back to wearing socks, and then shoes, everywhere in my house. I casually sat down on a chair, thinking everything was ok, but then, in an instant, my shoe just came off on its own, and then my sock! I tried running, but i was yanked by the ankle back to the chair and held down while my other shoe and sock were removed. My ankles were held together, raised from the carpet, and "it" began tickling my defenseless feet! This time, I wouldn't break so easily. I held in my laughter as best as I could, despite every inch of my soles being scurried along by invisible nails. Beyond bonded teeth, clenched eyes, and slight cracks of laughter, I still wouldn't break. Then, it stopped for a moment. I breathed heavily, but then yelped as "it"...BEGAN LICKING MY FEET!!! I couldn't take it any more and burst out laughing.
My hands were stuck to the couch as I came to realize that a ghost had been tickling me whenever it wanted. It licked in between my toes, the ball of the foot, and the heel. Still laughing, I became more and more resistant, but the more resistant I was, the worse it licked my feet. My whole body was squirming as I finally knew I couldn't get free. When an hour passed, I was finally released. I collapsed on the floor, completely out of it. After a while, I came to realize I loved what had just happened, as well as in the past. I went back to being barefoot everywhere, and once or twice a day, the ghost would take my feet and tickle/lick them. The laughter would only fuel its needs to tickle me again, and my needs to let it happen.
Sometimes, I went around wearing only my boxer briefs. Still barefoot, I would be pulled down and tickled. But then, one day, as i was in my briefs and being tickled, the ghost stopped and lifted the waist band to the briefs. I was shocked, but then I felt the soft touch of a hand on my waist, going down into the briefs, and feeling my hard penis. I didn't want to stop it, and then the ghostly hand began tickling my penis! I was wiggling my legs to get it off, but it just wouldn't quit. It tickled my penis before I finally exploded with ecstasy. I laid on the floor as I was released and thanked the ghost for loving me like that.
As my time alone wound down to a week, I was hoping for an unforgettable tickling experience from my hot ghost friend. I tried to convince it by making my foot stuck in a pet door, but nothing happened. After several attempts, I was convinced the ghost had left. While I was getting ready to take a shower, I was suddenly shoved to the wall and had my arms raised and legs spread. I suddenly felt the sweet sensation of tickling on my arched feet and my rapidly growing penis. I just didn't resist and I laughed, hoping the ghost would never stop. As I separated my laughing with gasps of air, I saw the prints of hands forming on my tummy, which then clenched, making me yelp in laughter. The ghostly hands tickled my bare sides as i struggled to get my arms down, since this tickling started to get out of control. But the ghost wouldn't let me go. It just kept on tickling and tickling as I cried out in laughter. Then, the prints disappeared, and then reappeared on my inner thighs. The sheer panic I felt was only for a second before the ghost decided make my stiff legs shiver. As the ghost continued to tickle me, I began to moan, as if this was a sexual pleasure for me. It turned out to very well be so when the ghost began to gently tickle my penis. It just kept tickling it until I came. The ghost left, and I just laid in the bathtub, in an erotic pose, knowing I have a ghost to satisfy the sexual thrill from tickling.
That night, I decided to sleep naked, still in sexual shock from the ghost's bathroom surprise. My comforter was the only obstacle the ghost saw, but slowly, it pulled off the comforter from my bare body, exposing my beautiful vulnerability. I was then slowly and gently laid on my back by its thrilling touch and in my sleep, my belly button began to be poked. I let out soft giggles in my sleep, and then the poking began going around my sensitive belly button. I began to feel myself slowly fidget as the ghost moved his delicate hand down my tummy to my penis and began to tickle it. As I giggled more loudly, I also moaned. Then, as if from out of nowhere, the ghost held me up in the air, where I woke up, and began to tickle my defenseless feet. I writhed and squirmed up in the air as I felt the erotic tugging of the ghost's hand on my ankle as it tickled me. Then, it forcefully spread my legs apart and began to tickle up my legs. I resisted to struggle as it got to the highest point of my thighs and spared me no mercy. The ghost enjoyed every moment before lowering me on the bed. After leaving, the ghost gave me one last quick tickle on the toe. I fell asleep shortly after.
After finding and cleaning my roller hockey jockstrap, I wore nothing but it the next day. As the day went by, I would feel the occasional quick tickle on my side or one of my exposed feet, but nothing special. So when I went into the kitchen to get some water, I got my drink and gulped it down, followed by several more cups. Later, I went back into the kitchen to close the blinds on the windows when I suddenly felt a cool touch on my bare bottom. I instantly turned around to find nothing, but still I sported a smile. Seconds later, I was pushed back to the edge of the counter where my hands remained grasped to it and my feet firmly planted to the floor. Gasping in excited anticipation, I looked down to see my jockstrap suddenly writhing as if something was inside it. I looked, only to find nothing. The ghost had sent a ticklish writhing inside my jockstrap! I couldn't move as the writhing went all around, tickling my penis and genitals as i delightfully laughed. I was able to stifle my laughter and look at the thrilling occurrence in my jockstrap. Some of the tickles would make me jump while others would make me buckle and nearly fall, but this ghost loved me, as if it cared for me.
My time alone eventually came to an end. After my parents got back home, it was at that moment that I truly knew the ghost was gone. Hiding my sadness, I excused myself to head to bed early. As I laid awake, I reminisced about all the fun the ghost gave me. It took me an hour to go to sleep. But then, as I started to drift off, I woke up and saw my comforter being lifted, exposing my foot. The ghost then gave me a long, gentle, passionate tickle. I smiled and slightly giggled as the ghost gave me the indication that it will now tickle me whenever I please.
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