I dug this up doing a google search. It was one of those stories that always stuck with me...it is FF/M for those of you with discerning tastes.
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From: Cat ([email protected])
Subject: Memorable experience
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Date: 2001-01-28 14:30:11 PST
Man, did I have a memorable tickling experience today.
Only my wife knows about my love of tickling (okay, maybe a few former
girlfriends as well). I am very open about it, in private, with her,
but I am EXTREMELY, UNBELIEVABLY ticklish, and find it very humiliating
and embarrassing to appear so vulnerable in front of others. My wife
respects this and refrains from tickling me unless we are alone.
Usually.
This afternoon she had one of her best friends over and I was doing
work around the house. We keep the house kind of cold in the winter,
so I was wearing sweatpants and a sweat shirt.
We have this huge, giant, extremely sturdy easy chair with a foot
stool, and I happened to notice that the piece of fabric that usually
covers the bottom was hanging down on one side and touching the floor.
The chair is way too big and heavy to flip over easily, so I got this
brilliant idea to take a stapler (to re-attach the material) and slide
on my back underneath the chair.
My wife was in the kitchen making snacks and her friend was sitting on
the couch watching TV. I laid on my back, put both arms over my head,
stapler in hand, and slithered like a snake under the chair. I'm a
pretty big guy, and it was a pretty tight fit. My biceps were almost
pressed against my ears (because of the front legs of the chair), and
the bottom of the chair was just inches from my face. Just as I
realized that there was no possible way that I could manage to move the
stapler into position because of the tight quarters, I felt someone sit
lightly on my legs.
Apparently, when I had slid on the carpet under the chair, my
sweatpants had scooted down quite low, revealing my belly button. This
was, unfortunately, more than my wife's friend could resist, and she
started using her fingernails to lightly tickle my lower stomach. She
had no idea what she was getting herself into.
I immediately went insane. My first reaction was to jerk every muscle
in my body the instant I felt her touch me, then frantically try to
escape (which of couse did nothing, I was securely trapped and
extremely vulnerable), then within second I was laughing hysterically
and, at the same time, begging inarticulately for mercy. Being quite
devious (see previous post), all I got in repsonse to my wild, out-of-
control efforts was a little giggle, and a "Gee, I guess you must be
ticklish! Itchy-kitchy-coo!" from my tormentor. She then slid her
fingers up under my sweatshirt and started tickling my super-sensitive,
can't-stand-to-be-touched armpits and sides as if her very life
depended on it. Besides being unbelievable torture, I got the distinct
impression she was enjoying herself. She would find a particularly
sensitive spot, and then keep going back to it, again and again. And
she would jump around from spot to spot, so I wouldn't be able to
anticipate where the next attack would be.
My wife must have heard the commotion and come into the room at that
point. But instead of rescuing me (and she WILL pay dearly for this
later), she takes off my socks and starts tickling my feet with her
nails.
I have NEVER been in a helpless position and tickled by two people at
once before, and I hope I never am again, because, to be honest, it was
simply unbearable, even for me. It didn't help matters any that my wife
is simply an expert at tormenting me after 10 years of marriage,
knowing that I can't stand having the undersides of my toes tickled.
When they finally stopped after what seemed like hours but was probably
only ten minutes, it took me five full minutes to stop laughing and
regain my composure, while these two evil women smiled contently. Good
thing my bladder hadn't been full, or I am afraid it would have been
even more embarrassing.
My only consulation is not only the revenge I will eventually exact on
my wife, but now I have an excuse to tickle her friend. And, from my
experience, usually people who really enjoy tickling someone are quite
ticklish themselves.
-C
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From: Cat ([email protected])
Subject: Memorable experience
View: Complete Thread (2 articles)
Original Format
Newsgroups: alt.multimedia.tk
Date: 2001-01-28 14:30:11 PST
Man, did I have a memorable tickling experience today.
Only my wife knows about my love of tickling (okay, maybe a few former
girlfriends as well). I am very open about it, in private, with her,
but I am EXTREMELY, UNBELIEVABLY ticklish, and find it very humiliating
and embarrassing to appear so vulnerable in front of others. My wife
respects this and refrains from tickling me unless we are alone.
Usually.
This afternoon she had one of her best friends over and I was doing
work around the house. We keep the house kind of cold in the winter,
so I was wearing sweatpants and a sweat shirt.
We have this huge, giant, extremely sturdy easy chair with a foot
stool, and I happened to notice that the piece of fabric that usually
covers the bottom was hanging down on one side and touching the floor.
The chair is way too big and heavy to flip over easily, so I got this
brilliant idea to take a stapler (to re-attach the material) and slide
on my back underneath the chair.
My wife was in the kitchen making snacks and her friend was sitting on
the couch watching TV. I laid on my back, put both arms over my head,
stapler in hand, and slithered like a snake under the chair. I'm a
pretty big guy, and it was a pretty tight fit. My biceps were almost
pressed against my ears (because of the front legs of the chair), and
the bottom of the chair was just inches from my face. Just as I
realized that there was no possible way that I could manage to move the
stapler into position because of the tight quarters, I felt someone sit
lightly on my legs.
Apparently, when I had slid on the carpet under the chair, my
sweatpants had scooted down quite low, revealing my belly button. This
was, unfortunately, more than my wife's friend could resist, and she
started using her fingernails to lightly tickle my lower stomach. She
had no idea what she was getting herself into.
I immediately went insane. My first reaction was to jerk every muscle
in my body the instant I felt her touch me, then frantically try to
escape (which of couse did nothing, I was securely trapped and
extremely vulnerable), then within second I was laughing hysterically
and, at the same time, begging inarticulately for mercy. Being quite
devious (see previous post), all I got in repsonse to my wild, out-of-
control efforts was a little giggle, and a "Gee, I guess you must be
ticklish! Itchy-kitchy-coo!" from my tormentor. She then slid her
fingers up under my sweatshirt and started tickling my super-sensitive,
can't-stand-to-be-touched armpits and sides as if her very life
depended on it. Besides being unbelievable torture, I got the distinct
impression she was enjoying herself. She would find a particularly
sensitive spot, and then keep going back to it, again and again. And
she would jump around from spot to spot, so I wouldn't be able to
anticipate where the next attack would be.
My wife must have heard the commotion and come into the room at that
point. But instead of rescuing me (and she WILL pay dearly for this
later), she takes off my socks and starts tickling my feet with her
nails.
I have NEVER been in a helpless position and tickled by two people at
once before, and I hope I never am again, because, to be honest, it was
simply unbearable, even for me. It didn't help matters any that my wife
is simply an expert at tormenting me after 10 years of marriage,
knowing that I can't stand having the undersides of my toes tickled.
When they finally stopped after what seemed like hours but was probably
only ten minutes, it took me five full minutes to stop laughing and
regain my composure, while these two evil women smiled contently. Good
thing my bladder hadn't been full, or I am afraid it would have been
even more embarrassing.
My only consulation is not only the revenge I will eventually exact on
my wife, but now I have an excuse to tickle her friend. And, from my
experience, usually people who really enjoy tickling someone are quite
ticklish themselves.
-C
Thanks for reposting it from alt.multimedia.tk
