What follows has some (not too explicit) sexual content, it's just the way it happened. Though I didn't plan it this way, I think this incident(s!) actually has a little something for everybody!! I've been trying to write this since Friday but it was so hot, I found it very hard to write about accurately! So here it goes, I tried to include every detail I could remember, even though throughout this was alot of other stuff (both tickling and non tickling related)happening, and we were both basically drunk with desire!
Thursday night, what was my girlfriend (though she may be again soon....who knows) but who I now call "my tickling muse"(rather than ex-girlfriend), came over. I wasn't even that excited to see her because sometimes, I just get this dirty feeling of seeing her...whereas she used to me my pure lover, my girlfriend.....we knew each other in times of innocence and also alot of tough timesit's hard to reconcile the things that have happened (again, to refresh the uninformed: she's with an older man now, she has alot of problems I won't go into now but suffice to say she's been pretty promiscuous in the last year). Anyhow, she came over and she looked great (as usual). The story picks up only a half hour after she arrived, we were getting ready to make dinner.
She was in her black skirt, barefoot and her black bra (for those interested, a gorgeous,round, full 36 C cup-gosh, she's so beautiful). She was standing in the archway between the kitchen and living room, with her arms stretched high above her, her hands clasped onto the molding and she was chatting away at me about her day and swaying side to side as she was talking. So her entire body was taut and long, with her arms as high as they could go, her smooth, creamy armpits were snug against her face, and her big eyes were all innocent as she prattled on. At first, I didn’t even realize the position she was in and then it hit me so I smiled as I was listening to her stream of this and that, and I gave her extended bare, creamy underrms spidery tickles, causing her to break back into giggling, backing off into the kitchen. Then (and I could actually see the memory come across her face!), she started dancing and swaying and said in a singsongy voice (like how kids would say “Nah, nah, nahnah, naaaa” when teasing somebody)… “I got tickled last night!”…melodiously and with a knowing grin on her face, and of course, I froze…said “you did?”….she’s still dancing around with that grin……that flirt!!!! So even though I know, I say “who tickled you, Anthony?”…and she, embarrassed and a bit ashamed…and sorry for me….nodded sweetly, like a little girl. “Oh my gosh, where did he get you?” “On my foot and on my ribs.” Oh, you gotta tell me! So she tells me a long story about how yesterday she had a terrible day (and believe me, it WAS a long story, she didn’t leave out a detail about her day at work, and the walk home, and the supermarket, etc etc!!). So she’s telling me the story and just in the anticipation, I’m getting really aroused and I’m kissing her cheek and her neck while she’s telling me, caressing her arms…and as the story goes forward, I back her right into the counter, lift her up on to the counter in front of me, and we make out throughout the story. “So anyway, I get to Anthony’s and I’m so tired! And I’m in a bad mood because I’ve had such a bad day, and I was really being a bitch.” And she was lying on the couch, on her back, when he came over to the end of the couch and grabbed her ankle and started tickling her bare foot, her leg helplessly pulled up and trapped. She said she kept trying to grab her foot away but would be overcome by the sensation and she’d fall back into the couch, laughing (most likely twisting away…which I can attest is what happens!). I asked “How long did he tickle you?” and she said “A long time! Maybe 5 minutes! He was trying to get me out of bitchy mood” Did it work? “No!” .
Then she was lying down and he came over and said “Wake up! Wake up!!” and tickled her belly. She didn’t elaborate too much.
Well, now I was turned on and I carried her into the bedroom and threw on the bed (one of my favorite moves! One time recently…and I think I posted this…I threw her on the bed and then immediatley attacked her ribs). We were positively animalistic. I was practically devouring her. She felt so luscious, every inch of her skin and periodically she’d burst out with adorable giggles if I was kissing her neck, and like a kitten, roll her head away. Sometimes I would continue with the tickling for a moment, sometimes I’d let her go…..at one moment of extended tickling came one of the epiphanies of my life as a ticklephile, though I don’t know if I can explain it:
There was this moment, when I held her arms high above her head and I was stroking her side, tummy and underarm and she had the prettiest ticklish look on her face….like she was loving it AND it was tickling like crazy. This flirt, sexy, beautiful look, I’ve never seen it before on anybody…all the while laughing and giggling so freely and unrestrained, all the while LOOKING right where I was touching her…SEEING it come, and her face smiling and anticipating…ENJOYING…..all the while, making sweet love….I can’t explain it, but it was one of the hottest moments of my life, looking at this gorgeous, perfect beauty, tickled and tantalized to her erotic ecstasy….WHEW!
But it didn’t stop there!!! We were such a sweaty mess after a while that we went and took a shower, then refreshed and cooled off, bounded back onto the bed. We started from foreplay all over again and after maybe a half hour of kissing and wrestling and rolling around (and I’m sure plenty of tickling), I went to get a condom from my top drawer, and I’m kneeling on my bed, reaching over to the bureau with one hand, while with the other I’ve grabbed her big toe with my thumb and middle finger while my index finger reached under and stroked delicately and deliberately over her sole. I was reeally trying to find the condom but she kept giggling and giggling (it must have been really MADDENINGLY tickling…I was using a very slow, gentle rhythmic stroke) and I turned to look at her and she was really giddy that I finally cradled her delicate foot in my arm, locking it in my elbow and really took my time….all up and down her long, perfect foot (8 ½ and really slender and feminine), while she lay back on the bed twisting and writhing around, her head tilted back with her eyes shut tight and her mouth wide open floodgates of laughter. I really explored her foot with one and all fingers, pressures and strokes…..one of the best foot ticklings I’ve ever administered, if I may so myself!!
And yet it still doesn’t stop!! After I was back with her (sexually), she suddenly ssaid “Tickle me! Oh, tickle me to death!!!” ….now I KNOW that was just for my benefit...she KNOWS what this does to me, but I appreciated it and I really dug in to her sides, with my thumb nearer the top, massaging the sweet spot, while my other fingers poked and probed and massaged all around the sides and ribs. She obliged by screaming with laughter. In fact, I got her into such a deep pit of laughter that finally she just started saying “Oh my God! Please don’t!”over and over again through deep, rhythmic hitches and gasps of chesty hysterics, her face lit up in delight, in all these years, she never looked more beautiful.
Ps. we never did make dinner that night! (loL!)
Ps. I hope my neighbors enjoyed the ruckus!!!
Thursday night, what was my girlfriend (though she may be again soon....who knows) but who I now call "my tickling muse"(rather than ex-girlfriend), came over. I wasn't even that excited to see her because sometimes, I just get this dirty feeling of seeing her...whereas she used to me my pure lover, my girlfriend.....we knew each other in times of innocence and also alot of tough timesit's hard to reconcile the things that have happened (again, to refresh the uninformed: she's with an older man now, she has alot of problems I won't go into now but suffice to say she's been pretty promiscuous in the last year). Anyhow, she came over and she looked great (as usual). The story picks up only a half hour after she arrived, we were getting ready to make dinner.
She was in her black skirt, barefoot and her black bra (for those interested, a gorgeous,round, full 36 C cup-gosh, she's so beautiful). She was standing in the archway between the kitchen and living room, with her arms stretched high above her, her hands clasped onto the molding and she was chatting away at me about her day and swaying side to side as she was talking. So her entire body was taut and long, with her arms as high as they could go, her smooth, creamy armpits were snug against her face, and her big eyes were all innocent as she prattled on. At first, I didn’t even realize the position she was in and then it hit me so I smiled as I was listening to her stream of this and that, and I gave her extended bare, creamy underrms spidery tickles, causing her to break back into giggling, backing off into the kitchen. Then (and I could actually see the memory come across her face!), she started dancing and swaying and said in a singsongy voice (like how kids would say “Nah, nah, nahnah, naaaa” when teasing somebody)… “I got tickled last night!”…melodiously and with a knowing grin on her face, and of course, I froze…said “you did?”….she’s still dancing around with that grin……that flirt!!!! So even though I know, I say “who tickled you, Anthony?”…and she, embarrassed and a bit ashamed…and sorry for me….nodded sweetly, like a little girl. “Oh my gosh, where did he get you?” “On my foot and on my ribs.” Oh, you gotta tell me! So she tells me a long story about how yesterday she had a terrible day (and believe me, it WAS a long story, she didn’t leave out a detail about her day at work, and the walk home, and the supermarket, etc etc!!). So she’s telling me the story and just in the anticipation, I’m getting really aroused and I’m kissing her cheek and her neck while she’s telling me, caressing her arms…and as the story goes forward, I back her right into the counter, lift her up on to the counter in front of me, and we make out throughout the story. “So anyway, I get to Anthony’s and I’m so tired! And I’m in a bad mood because I’ve had such a bad day, and I was really being a bitch.” And she was lying on the couch, on her back, when he came over to the end of the couch and grabbed her ankle and started tickling her bare foot, her leg helplessly pulled up and trapped. She said she kept trying to grab her foot away but would be overcome by the sensation and she’d fall back into the couch, laughing (most likely twisting away…which I can attest is what happens!). I asked “How long did he tickle you?” and she said “A long time! Maybe 5 minutes! He was trying to get me out of bitchy mood” Did it work? “No!” .
Then she was lying down and he came over and said “Wake up! Wake up!!” and tickled her belly. She didn’t elaborate too much.
Well, now I was turned on and I carried her into the bedroom and threw on the bed (one of my favorite moves! One time recently…and I think I posted this…I threw her on the bed and then immediatley attacked her ribs). We were positively animalistic. I was practically devouring her. She felt so luscious, every inch of her skin and periodically she’d burst out with adorable giggles if I was kissing her neck, and like a kitten, roll her head away. Sometimes I would continue with the tickling for a moment, sometimes I’d let her go…..at one moment of extended tickling came one of the epiphanies of my life as a ticklephile, though I don’t know if I can explain it:
There was this moment, when I held her arms high above her head and I was stroking her side, tummy and underarm and she had the prettiest ticklish look on her face….like she was loving it AND it was tickling like crazy. This flirt, sexy, beautiful look, I’ve never seen it before on anybody…all the while laughing and giggling so freely and unrestrained, all the while LOOKING right where I was touching her…SEEING it come, and her face smiling and anticipating…ENJOYING…..all the while, making sweet love….I can’t explain it, but it was one of the hottest moments of my life, looking at this gorgeous, perfect beauty, tickled and tantalized to her erotic ecstasy….WHEW!
But it didn’t stop there!!! We were such a sweaty mess after a while that we went and took a shower, then refreshed and cooled off, bounded back onto the bed. We started from foreplay all over again and after maybe a half hour of kissing and wrestling and rolling around (and I’m sure plenty of tickling), I went to get a condom from my top drawer, and I’m kneeling on my bed, reaching over to the bureau with one hand, while with the other I’ve grabbed her big toe with my thumb and middle finger while my index finger reached under and stroked delicately and deliberately over her sole. I was reeally trying to find the condom but she kept giggling and giggling (it must have been really MADDENINGLY tickling…I was using a very slow, gentle rhythmic stroke) and I turned to look at her and she was really giddy that I finally cradled her delicate foot in my arm, locking it in my elbow and really took my time….all up and down her long, perfect foot (8 ½ and really slender and feminine), while she lay back on the bed twisting and writhing around, her head tilted back with her eyes shut tight and her mouth wide open floodgates of laughter. I really explored her foot with one and all fingers, pressures and strokes…..one of the best foot ticklings I’ve ever administered, if I may so myself!!
And yet it still doesn’t stop!! After I was back with her (sexually), she suddenly ssaid “Tickle me! Oh, tickle me to death!!!” ….now I KNOW that was just for my benefit...she KNOWS what this does to me, but I appreciated it and I really dug in to her sides, with my thumb nearer the top, massaging the sweet spot, while my other fingers poked and probed and massaged all around the sides and ribs. She obliged by screaming with laughter. In fact, I got her into such a deep pit of laughter that finally she just started saying “Oh my God! Please don’t!”over and over again through deep, rhythmic hitches and gasps of chesty hysterics, her face lit up in delight, in all these years, she never looked more beautiful.
Ps. we never did make dinner that night! (loL!)
Ps. I hope my neighbors enjoyed the ruckus!!!
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