Having read a lot of tickle stories on the net, I am beginning to get bored from seeing the same patterns over and over. (Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I miss variety sometimes.) So I thought I'd try my hand at a different format. Let me know what you think, ladies and gents.
The following is a internet chat log of a fictional conversation about a tickling session that involves two of the participants. Ariel is a very enthusiastic ticklee. Byron is her boyfriend. Casey is her tickle buddy or other boyfriend.
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<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Sorry my typing is slow -- boyfriend is tickling my feet.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Wow, how are you typing at all?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Hey, I'm a coder. I can type no matter what. And it helps that I'm tied to the chair and can't possibly fend him off.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Sounds inventive. Should've expected something like this from you engineer types. Describe?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>*g* Hey, don't crack me up when I'm already laughing! I'll pass out.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Glad to be of help. *eg* So, what's it look like?</DD>
<DT> </DT><DD>(about a minute passes)</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>You there?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Well, my feet are pulled back and tied to the back legs of the chair. I got a strap from my hips going under the seat, and another from my tummy to the back of the chair, to keep my butt from squirming around. My shoulders are-- Patience! *You* try detailing your bondage setup while I tickle your feet!</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Sorry, thought I lost you. Take your time. Or, you could hook up that webcam so you can show me. </DD>
<DT> </DT><DD>(couple more minutes)</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>As I was saying, my shoulders are tied to the back of the chair as well, so I can't bend down and reach my feet with my hands.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Easier said than done, I've tried. Boyfriend says you're welcome to come over and set that webcam up yourself, though.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Heheh. Tell him I would if I could leave work before midnight. Even if it would defeat the purpose.</DD>
<DT>Byron:</DT><DD>Boo.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Hey dude! You guys done already?</DD>
<DT>Byron:</DT><DD>No, she passed out. I thought I had her breathing under control.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>/me whistles innocently. Hey, since you've got a break, can you connect the mic at least so I can listen in?</DD>
<DT>Byron:</DT><DD>Sure, give me a minute.</DD>
<DT> </DT><DD>(a minute passes)</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>I'm back, miss me? Cas, didn't I tell you not to crack me up?</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Sorry. </DD>
<DT>Byron:</DT><DD>No you're not! No audio for you tonight. </DD>(Actually, I am missing an adapter, but that's beside the point.)</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Awww.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>He's tickling me again. I feel so loved!</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>What's he doing?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Dragging fingers on my arches, verry lightly. The heels now.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Tell him to do fingernails under your big toes, you made the coolest squeal last time I did that.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>He says he'll "take it under advisement". He's scratching the outer sides of my feet now.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Since I was denied audio, what's your laugh like right now?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Kinda high pitch and shallow. Remember when you tickled my armpits with those gloves? Like that but softer.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Made a shriek just now -- he squeezed my ribs. And again!</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>I wonder if that bondage scheme of yours can be extended so you can have your hipbones tickled and still type.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>You know how ticklish I am on my hipbones -- I wouldn't have the brain pow</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>You there? Did you pass out again?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>No, but he had me in silent laughter for a while. Evidently that big toe thing works much better when I am not expecting it. As I was saying, I wouldn't have the brainpower to type while having my hipbones tickled.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>You're a lot of fun when you're in silent laughter. But I thought you were a coder and could type no matter what?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Thanks for the compliment. When you tickle my hipbones, I'm an uncoordinated jumping mass, not a coder.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>And of naturally Byron felt the need to try that just now -- made me squeal some more. I think he liked that a little too much. It's not nearly as fun when my hands are in range, though.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>There is a way to fix that, you know.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>AFK for a while. He's about to tie my hands behind my back so he can pay proper attention to my hipbones. It's all your fault! </DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>I'll take the credit where it's due. Good laughs!</DD>
<DT> </DT><DD>(a few minutes pass)</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Good laughs indeed. He did my tummy too. I'm in haven. My muscles are gonna be *so* sore tomorrow.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Like you mind!</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Nope. It's so worth it.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>What's happening now?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>He's back on my feet. They're still quite sensitive. I'm laughing like a madwoman, head tossed back and all. Getting tired of laughing, alas. </DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>If you feel like building up your stamina, I'm always here.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>... except when you work till midnight.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>I can leave early tomorrow. </DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Tomorrow I think it'll hurt to even smile. How about Tuesday?</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>That works. Dang, boss wants me. GTG</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>We're almost done anyway. I think I'll fall asleep before he unties me. Bye, Sweetie, don't work too hard.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Sweet dreams, then.</DD>
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The following is a internet chat log of a fictional conversation about a tickling session that involves two of the participants. Ariel is a very enthusiastic ticklee. Byron is her boyfriend. Casey is her tickle buddy or other boyfriend.
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<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Sorry my typing is slow -- boyfriend is tickling my feet.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Wow, how are you typing at all?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Hey, I'm a coder. I can type no matter what. And it helps that I'm tied to the chair and can't possibly fend him off.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Sounds inventive. Should've expected something like this from you engineer types. Describe?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>*g* Hey, don't crack me up when I'm already laughing! I'll pass out.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Glad to be of help. *eg* So, what's it look like?</DD>
<DT> </DT><DD>(about a minute passes)</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>You there?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Well, my feet are pulled back and tied to the back legs of the chair. I got a strap from my hips going under the seat, and another from my tummy to the back of the chair, to keep my butt from squirming around. My shoulders are-- Patience! *You* try detailing your bondage setup while I tickle your feet!</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Sorry, thought I lost you. Take your time. Or, you could hook up that webcam so you can show me. </DD>
<DT> </DT><DD>(couple more minutes)</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>As I was saying, my shoulders are tied to the back of the chair as well, so I can't bend down and reach my feet with my hands.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Easier said than done, I've tried. Boyfriend says you're welcome to come over and set that webcam up yourself, though.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Heheh. Tell him I would if I could leave work before midnight. Even if it would defeat the purpose.</DD>
<DT>Byron:</DT><DD>Boo.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Hey dude! You guys done already?</DD>
<DT>Byron:</DT><DD>No, she passed out. I thought I had her breathing under control.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>/me whistles innocently. Hey, since you've got a break, can you connect the mic at least so I can listen in?</DD>
<DT>Byron:</DT><DD>Sure, give me a minute.</DD>
<DT> </DT><DD>(a minute passes)</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>I'm back, miss me? Cas, didn't I tell you not to crack me up?</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Sorry. </DD>
<DT>Byron:</DT><DD>No you're not! No audio for you tonight. </DD>(Actually, I am missing an adapter, but that's beside the point.)</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Awww.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>He's tickling me again. I feel so loved!</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>What's he doing?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Dragging fingers on my arches, verry lightly. The heels now.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Tell him to do fingernails under your big toes, you made the coolest squeal last time I did that.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>He says he'll "take it under advisement". He's scratching the outer sides of my feet now.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Since I was denied audio, what's your laugh like right now?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Kinda high pitch and shallow. Remember when you tickled my armpits with those gloves? Like that but softer.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Made a shriek just now -- he squeezed my ribs. And again!</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>I wonder if that bondage scheme of yours can be extended so you can have your hipbones tickled and still type.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>You know how ticklish I am on my hipbones -- I wouldn't have the brain pow</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>You there? Did you pass out again?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>No, but he had me in silent laughter for a while. Evidently that big toe thing works much better when I am not expecting it. As I was saying, I wouldn't have the brainpower to type while having my hipbones tickled.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>You're a lot of fun when you're in silent laughter. But I thought you were a coder and could type no matter what?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Thanks for the compliment. When you tickle my hipbones, I'm an uncoordinated jumping mass, not a coder.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>And of naturally Byron felt the need to try that just now -- made me squeal some more. I think he liked that a little too much. It's not nearly as fun when my hands are in range, though.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>There is a way to fix that, you know.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>AFK for a while. He's about to tie my hands behind my back so he can pay proper attention to my hipbones. It's all your fault! </DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>I'll take the credit where it's due. Good laughs!</DD>
<DT> </DT><DD>(a few minutes pass)</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Good laughs indeed. He did my tummy too. I'm in haven. My muscles are gonna be *so* sore tomorrow.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Like you mind!</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Nope. It's so worth it.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>What's happening now?</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>He's back on my feet. They're still quite sensitive. I'm laughing like a madwoman, head tossed back and all. Getting tired of laughing, alas. </DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>If you feel like building up your stamina, I'm always here.</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>... except when you work till midnight.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>I can leave early tomorrow. </DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>Tomorrow I think it'll hurt to even smile. How about Tuesday?</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>That works. Dang, boss wants me. GTG</DD>
<DT>Ariel:</DT><DD>We're almost done anyway. I think I'll fall asleep before he unties me. Bye, Sweetie, don't work too hard.</DD>
<DT>Casey:</DT><DD>Sweet dreams, then.</DD>
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