Abellytickler1980
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Let hear those stories about all those tickling challenges: how long you can go without laughing, moving, squirming, or whatever.
As usual, I'll start:
Back in the summer of 2002, my cousins visited from Baltimore. The oldest cousin was extremely ticklish everywhere and I always managed to get her before she left, and this was no exception. So, one night, we were in the basement with her younger sister. She lifts her shirt up and starts stratching her stomach. She left the shirt like this and stretched. I whispered to her sister to hold her hands over her head. She did, and I started to tickle her belly fat. (She's not really fat, but she does have a little bit of a tummy on her that's ripe for the tickling.) She gets the giggling going, so I move my fingers faster. The faster I move, the more the laughter comes out. I stop and say to her, "I want to see how long you can endure me tickling you without laughing. Are you up for a challenge?" She looks at me and says, "Sure." We agreed on some rules.
1. I can only tickle her on her tummy.
2. Her sister cannot help me.
3. No moving.
I tie her arms together and her sister holds them over her head. I give her my stopwatch and then she says, "Ready, set, GO!" I like to play with her head so I start slow, slowly circling her belly, prodding her bellybutton. Then I start to massage her belly fat, in slow motions, enciting her to smile wider and wider. After 10 minutes of this, I launch right in tickling her entire tummy with all 10 fingers. After about 30 seconds, she bursts out with hysterical laughter. Her sister stops time: 10 minutes 34 seconds.
So that's my story. Let's get the ball rolling hear, so let me hear your stories now.
As usual, I'll start:
Back in the summer of 2002, my cousins visited from Baltimore. The oldest cousin was extremely ticklish everywhere and I always managed to get her before she left, and this was no exception. So, one night, we were in the basement with her younger sister. She lifts her shirt up and starts stratching her stomach. She left the shirt like this and stretched. I whispered to her sister to hold her hands over her head. She did, and I started to tickle her belly fat. (She's not really fat, but she does have a little bit of a tummy on her that's ripe for the tickling.) She gets the giggling going, so I move my fingers faster. The faster I move, the more the laughter comes out. I stop and say to her, "I want to see how long you can endure me tickling you without laughing. Are you up for a challenge?" She looks at me and says, "Sure." We agreed on some rules.
1. I can only tickle her on her tummy.
2. Her sister cannot help me.
3. No moving.
I tie her arms together and her sister holds them over her head. I give her my stopwatch and then she says, "Ready, set, GO!" I like to play with her head so I start slow, slowly circling her belly, prodding her bellybutton. Then I start to massage her belly fat, in slow motions, enciting her to smile wider and wider. After 10 minutes of this, I launch right in tickling her entire tummy with all 10 fingers. After about 30 seconds, she bursts out with hysterical laughter. Her sister stops time: 10 minutes 34 seconds.
So that's my story. Let's get the ball rolling hear, so let me hear your stories now.