tickles_me
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ok live and learn. sorry i didnt even realize it wasn't formatted.
She was done for.
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Circling the couch, Maddy grabbed the arm for support to spin on her toes and dart toward the back hallway. She was laughing so hard it was difficult to keep her balance. Craig chased her, hands up with his fingers bent like claws in front of him. He was laughing too, but where her giggles were slightly desperate and breathy, his were devious and smug. He knew she was done for, too.
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“No! Craig, stop!” Maddy cried, opting to slow and face him – try to stave off the attack. She was too breathless to keep running. “I can’t! I can’t take it!”
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“You’re tougher than that, little girl!” he growled as he pounced on her, wrestling her to the ground. He grabbed her ribcage in his big hands and wriggled his fingertips along the bones.
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She handled this for approximately three seconds of squirming before waves of laughter poured out of her, her diaphragm pounding guffaws out like drum beats.
<break>
“That wasn’t much of a struggle, love,” Craig teased as he slid his fingers slowly upward, toward the hollows of her arms. Maddy thrashed around under him, too wound up to focus enough to make a concerted effort to stop him. She had a love/hate relationship with this situation, which he put her in about once a week. Maddy hated being tickled while it was happening, hated feeling out of control and helpless, but she loved the rush. She loved the thought of his hands on her, doing things that turned him on. And he loved that she loved him enough to play along, to “suffer” at his merciless hands.
<break>
“Ack! Can’t! Breathe!” Maddy coughed. He let up long enough for her to catch her breath. She relaxed and flopped her arms to the carpet, gulping mouthfuls of air. “You’re a sadist,” she said, smiling. “But a cute one.”
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“You love it.”
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He counted to ten and held his hands up again, flopping his dark eyebrows up and down. Maddy’s arms reflexively pulled in and she covered her face in her hands, in what was probably the cutest – and worthless – defense he had ever seen. “Here it comes!” he sang, lowering his fingers toward her torso. She scrunched upward, her firm stomach pulling inward and her elbows hugging her ribcage.
<break>
At the last second, Craig switched tactics and spidered his fingers up the outsides of her arms right to her neck. She wasn’t intensely ticklish there, but the surprise was enough to warrant a squeak and some wiggling. Her ears were sensitive so he spent a little time trying to see how gently he could touch them with her shaking her head while she whined. On a whim, he plucked the muscles along the back of her neck, down toward her shoulders. When he reached the place where her shoulders met her neck, she shrieked and kicked her legs behind him. He pinched faster and she squealed.
<break>
“Oh, really? What have we here?” he taunted, focusing directly on a spot he had not known was so sensitive. Maddy shrugged her shoulders and tried to grab his hands, revealing her red face. He tickled faster, trying to get to her to give up before she pulled his fingers off. Her laugh was deep and sincere, he couldn’t get enough. She was gorgeous all the time, but when she was laughing he could hardly stand it. He pinched lightly at the muscle right at the curve. She wriggled and squealed and grabbed at his hands until he finally took both of her wrists in one big hand and dragged them over her head.
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“No! Craig, oh God!” Maddy screamed as his other hand descended slowly toward her left armpit. “No no no no no!”
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“It’s coming, Mads! Right for your tickly pits! Are you ready?” He wiggled his fingers and inched them closer. When they finally touched down she was already in hysterics, so much so that she had gotten her arms down enough that they were only about a 40 degree angle from her ribs and he had to walk his fingers up her side into her pits. He wiggled two fingers in the hollow and tears streamed down her red face as he wiggled his fingers mercilessly up and down. She was shaking and laughing, totally at his mercy. Then it happened.
<break>
With some sort of superhuman strength, Madelyn kicked the floor and thrust her hips upward, heaving him into the air. Craig let out a surprised yell and fell to the ground, freeing his captive and shocking him. Though surprised at her success, Maddy wasted no time pouncing on top of him and running her fingers up into his shirt. She walked them like manicured spider legs up and down his belly – Craig held out for about a minute before he finally started giggling. She knew that one hand on his side right by his ribs, and one directly over his belly button would crack him pretty fast.
<break>
“That’s right, big boy,” Maddy teased as her boyfriend’s smile broke and a little chirp came out of his throat. “Laugh for me. You’re gonna get it now.” She dug in a little, pressing the skin against the muscles and massaging it around. Craig began to wiggle, trying to get a little break from the sudden intense tickling. Maddy moved to his hips, which she knew would really get him going. She wasn’t wrong – Craig felt her hands moving and started to panic a little before she even got to where she was aiming. When her fingers finally found the sensitive places where his legs met his torso he let out a yell and began to shake his head; after a few second he laughed so hard he didn’t breathe in. She dug around a bit, looking for a place that really got him.
<break>
Maddy was not as merciful as Craig, because she knew he liked it a lot more than she did; she didn’t give him a break. Knowing she couldn’t hold his arms to get to his pits, or even his ribs, really, she slid backward as she tickled, getting his thighs and right above his knee caps. He managed to wriggle around without kicking her even though he was much stronger and had very ticklish legs.
<break>
“Come on, little baby boy. You aren’t laughing hard enough,” she teased, sliding her fingernails around to the backs of his knees. Craig went berserk, but she was sitting on his ankles and there wasn’t really anywhere for him to go. She lightly tickled the backs of his knees while he kicked them as little as he could and tossed his head back and forth. His hands pressed hard on the carpet behind him as he laughed uncontrollably.
When she was sure he was properly sedated, she flipped around and sat facing his feet. Craig panicked and tried to pull them out from under her but she got a good grip on his ankles and set right in, scrabbling her fingernails all up and down his wrinkly soles.
<break>
Her boyfriend shrieked, which made her laugh out loud. “Aww, is big old Craig-y ticklish here? I’m gonna tickle you until you pee!” she teased, letting his ankles go and setting both hands free on his feet. One dug under his toes, the other raced up and down both feet, whichever she could reach. Craig howled and she could feel him trying to roll around behind her.
<break>
“Tickle tickle, Craig-y,” Reggie sang, flexing and un-flexing her fingers on both soles as she ran them up and down. She switched to attacking the top and bottom of one foot at a time, one hand on each side, which was funny because the non-tortured foot always tried to help the tickled one. When this happened, she switched her attack. Craig began snorting and coughing behind her, and she let up a little until his breath came back. Then she started all over.
<break>
After about ten minutes, she stopped and turned around, slithering on her belly up along his entire body. When she got to his head, she kissed him and tickled his ears, which made him giggle and scrunch his big shoulders. He reached up and tickled her under her arms so she would pull them down, and they lay there together while he caught his breath.
<break>
“Next time,” he panted, “I’m going to tickle your butt.”
<break>
“You better not,” she warned. “Or you’re going to get it.” Somewhere along the line he had discovered that Maddy had the most ticklish butt cheeks; she literally cried if she couldn’t get away. It was an empty promise on his part – she genuinely didn’t like being tickled there.
<break>
“Feet?” he asked.
<break>
“Sure,” she said, kissing his chin. She had admitted to liking that, a little. Particularly when he used his mouth. “That’s fair.”
<break>
“Awesome.”
<break>
They stood up together and he scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder. She laughed and hit him gently in the back. “Oaf,” she said. He clutched her legs together and tickled the backs of her knees so she kicked and laughed all the way up the stairs to the bedroom.
Success!! haha. ok fire away!
She was done for.
<break>
Circling the couch, Maddy grabbed the arm for support to spin on her toes and dart toward the back hallway. She was laughing so hard it was difficult to keep her balance. Craig chased her, hands up with his fingers bent like claws in front of him. He was laughing too, but where her giggles were slightly desperate and breathy, his were devious and smug. He knew she was done for, too.
<break>
“No! Craig, stop!” Maddy cried, opting to slow and face him – try to stave off the attack. She was too breathless to keep running. “I can’t! I can’t take it!”
<break>
“You’re tougher than that, little girl!” he growled as he pounced on her, wrestling her to the ground. He grabbed her ribcage in his big hands and wriggled his fingertips along the bones.
<break>
She handled this for approximately three seconds of squirming before waves of laughter poured out of her, her diaphragm pounding guffaws out like drum beats.
<break>
“That wasn’t much of a struggle, love,” Craig teased as he slid his fingers slowly upward, toward the hollows of her arms. Maddy thrashed around under him, too wound up to focus enough to make a concerted effort to stop him. She had a love/hate relationship with this situation, which he put her in about once a week. Maddy hated being tickled while it was happening, hated feeling out of control and helpless, but she loved the rush. She loved the thought of his hands on her, doing things that turned him on. And he loved that she loved him enough to play along, to “suffer” at his merciless hands.
<break>
“Ack! Can’t! Breathe!” Maddy coughed. He let up long enough for her to catch her breath. She relaxed and flopped her arms to the carpet, gulping mouthfuls of air. “You’re a sadist,” she said, smiling. “But a cute one.”
<break>
“You love it.”
<break>
He counted to ten and held his hands up again, flopping his dark eyebrows up and down. Maddy’s arms reflexively pulled in and she covered her face in her hands, in what was probably the cutest – and worthless – defense he had ever seen. “Here it comes!” he sang, lowering his fingers toward her torso. She scrunched upward, her firm stomach pulling inward and her elbows hugging her ribcage.
<break>
At the last second, Craig switched tactics and spidered his fingers up the outsides of her arms right to her neck. She wasn’t intensely ticklish there, but the surprise was enough to warrant a squeak and some wiggling. Her ears were sensitive so he spent a little time trying to see how gently he could touch them with her shaking her head while she whined. On a whim, he plucked the muscles along the back of her neck, down toward her shoulders. When he reached the place where her shoulders met her neck, she shrieked and kicked her legs behind him. He pinched faster and she squealed.
<break>
“Oh, really? What have we here?” he taunted, focusing directly on a spot he had not known was so sensitive. Maddy shrugged her shoulders and tried to grab his hands, revealing her red face. He tickled faster, trying to get to her to give up before she pulled his fingers off. Her laugh was deep and sincere, he couldn’t get enough. She was gorgeous all the time, but when she was laughing he could hardly stand it. He pinched lightly at the muscle right at the curve. She wriggled and squealed and grabbed at his hands until he finally took both of her wrists in one big hand and dragged them over her head.
<break>
“No! Craig, oh God!” Maddy screamed as his other hand descended slowly toward her left armpit. “No no no no no!”
<break>
“It’s coming, Mads! Right for your tickly pits! Are you ready?” He wiggled his fingers and inched them closer. When they finally touched down she was already in hysterics, so much so that she had gotten her arms down enough that they were only about a 40 degree angle from her ribs and he had to walk his fingers up her side into her pits. He wiggled two fingers in the hollow and tears streamed down her red face as he wiggled his fingers mercilessly up and down. She was shaking and laughing, totally at his mercy. Then it happened.
<break>
With some sort of superhuman strength, Madelyn kicked the floor and thrust her hips upward, heaving him into the air. Craig let out a surprised yell and fell to the ground, freeing his captive and shocking him. Though surprised at her success, Maddy wasted no time pouncing on top of him and running her fingers up into his shirt. She walked them like manicured spider legs up and down his belly – Craig held out for about a minute before he finally started giggling. She knew that one hand on his side right by his ribs, and one directly over his belly button would crack him pretty fast.
<break>
“That’s right, big boy,” Maddy teased as her boyfriend’s smile broke and a little chirp came out of his throat. “Laugh for me. You’re gonna get it now.” She dug in a little, pressing the skin against the muscles and massaging it around. Craig began to wiggle, trying to get a little break from the sudden intense tickling. Maddy moved to his hips, which she knew would really get him going. She wasn’t wrong – Craig felt her hands moving and started to panic a little before she even got to where she was aiming. When her fingers finally found the sensitive places where his legs met his torso he let out a yell and began to shake his head; after a few second he laughed so hard he didn’t breathe in. She dug around a bit, looking for a place that really got him.
<break>
Maddy was not as merciful as Craig, because she knew he liked it a lot more than she did; she didn’t give him a break. Knowing she couldn’t hold his arms to get to his pits, or even his ribs, really, she slid backward as she tickled, getting his thighs and right above his knee caps. He managed to wriggle around without kicking her even though he was much stronger and had very ticklish legs.
<break>
“Come on, little baby boy. You aren’t laughing hard enough,” she teased, sliding her fingernails around to the backs of his knees. Craig went berserk, but she was sitting on his ankles and there wasn’t really anywhere for him to go. She lightly tickled the backs of his knees while he kicked them as little as he could and tossed his head back and forth. His hands pressed hard on the carpet behind him as he laughed uncontrollably.
When she was sure he was properly sedated, she flipped around and sat facing his feet. Craig panicked and tried to pull them out from under her but she got a good grip on his ankles and set right in, scrabbling her fingernails all up and down his wrinkly soles.
<break>
Her boyfriend shrieked, which made her laugh out loud. “Aww, is big old Craig-y ticklish here? I’m gonna tickle you until you pee!” she teased, letting his ankles go and setting both hands free on his feet. One dug under his toes, the other raced up and down both feet, whichever she could reach. Craig howled and she could feel him trying to roll around behind her.
<break>
“Tickle tickle, Craig-y,” Reggie sang, flexing and un-flexing her fingers on both soles as she ran them up and down. She switched to attacking the top and bottom of one foot at a time, one hand on each side, which was funny because the non-tortured foot always tried to help the tickled one. When this happened, she switched her attack. Craig began snorting and coughing behind her, and she let up a little until his breath came back. Then she started all over.
<break>
After about ten minutes, she stopped and turned around, slithering on her belly up along his entire body. When she got to his head, she kissed him and tickled his ears, which made him giggle and scrunch his big shoulders. He reached up and tickled her under her arms so she would pull them down, and they lay there together while he caught his breath.
<break>
“Next time,” he panted, “I’m going to tickle your butt.”
<break>
“You better not,” she warned. “Or you’re going to get it.” Somewhere along the line he had discovered that Maddy had the most ticklish butt cheeks; she literally cried if she couldn’t get away. It was an empty promise on his part – she genuinely didn’t like being tickled there.
<break>
“Feet?” he asked.
<break>
“Sure,” she said, kissing his chin. She had admitted to liking that, a little. Particularly when he used his mouth. “That’s fair.”
<break>
“Awesome.”
<break>
They stood up together and he scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder. She laughed and hit him gently in the back. “Oaf,” she said. He clutched her legs together and tickled the backs of her knees so she kicked and laughed all the way up the stairs to the bedroom.
Success!! haha. ok fire away!
