christine1010
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I am not a great storyteller so I promise I will do my best to describe this experience. We have it on the videocamera which makes it a bit easier for me to recall all the moments and also my husband helped me a bit with putting this together, in fact he pushed me to write this. It is all true from the first to the last word.
It happened on our summer vacation this year, we were at the sea enjoying sun and water. One afternoon I was in the kitchen while my husband was doing something in the bedroom. When I entered the room he started to hug me ( he was so suspiciously nice to me ..) and laid me on the bed. He kissed me several times and then he spreaded my hands. Before I realized what was going on he quickly tied my right hand to the bed – he had the eye on the rope ready so it took him 1-2 seconds to do that. I was so surprised I just managed to yell “you monster!!!” before he tied my left hand too. He immediately started tickling my ribs and all I could do was laughing, yelling and kicking.
I forgot to mention I was dressed only in tiny thong panties and a very thin and short t-shirt which was rolled over my breasts shortly after we started, no need to mention I don’t wear bra on vacations. So when he had me almost undressed he performed a thourough tickle on my ribs and underarms. After that he moved down and digged his thumbs into my sides which made me to jump up – it tickles me really crazy. Few moments later he did the same to my hipbones and it almost shot me to the moon. I am really veeery ticklish on that area of my body, fortunately I was at the bathroom right before I got captured, otherwise my panties and the bed sheet would have been in great danger, no kidding. During this “torture” I started to worry about other people in the hotel because I was laughing very loud, but I couldn’t help myself. On the other side I was enjoying every second of that. My husband knows I prefer surprise tickles a lot more to all that tickling preparation stuff and now it was a good time for me to enjoy such surprise.
The tickling monster knows all my ticklish spots very well and he uses some special techniques to make me go wild. So he moved one hand off my hipbone and started tickling me on the upper part of my inner thigh, which is a spot only a bit less ticklish than my hipbones. In addition to that he started to lick my neck and that’s probably the worst thing a tickler can do to me. I was about to jump off my skin. I was yelling so loud he had to stop it and moved down to my feet. I am sorry for all the foot ticklers in this forum but I must confess my feet are ticklish to finger tickling only sometimes – being tickled with an electric toothbrush is another story though, fortunately we didn’t have this device with. But my husband was lucky that particular day, my feet were very ticklish too and I just let out a simple “oh, shit”. My legs weren’t tied so I could move them a bit but it didn’t help me too much, he just sat on my thighs and comfortably tickled the feet and I couldn’t do anything but laugh.
When he was finished with my feet I thought it was over but damned I was wrong. He moved up to my breasts and tickled my nipples. I must say my nipples are normally not ticklish at all, but if I get tickled for a couple of minutes on other spots they become very - unbearably ticklish. Fortunately that day it was not so unbearable but it still tickled me a lot.
This surprise action lasted 10 minutes and my husband did some other things to me but it would make this story too long and boring. He always asks me to describe what I feel and what I think about during tickling but how should I describe feelings?
It happened on our summer vacation this year, we were at the sea enjoying sun and water. One afternoon I was in the kitchen while my husband was doing something in the bedroom. When I entered the room he started to hug me ( he was so suspiciously nice to me ..) and laid me on the bed. He kissed me several times and then he spreaded my hands. Before I realized what was going on he quickly tied my right hand to the bed – he had the eye on the rope ready so it took him 1-2 seconds to do that. I was so surprised I just managed to yell “you monster!!!” before he tied my left hand too. He immediately started tickling my ribs and all I could do was laughing, yelling and kicking.
I forgot to mention I was dressed only in tiny thong panties and a very thin and short t-shirt which was rolled over my breasts shortly after we started, no need to mention I don’t wear bra on vacations. So when he had me almost undressed he performed a thourough tickle on my ribs and underarms. After that he moved down and digged his thumbs into my sides which made me to jump up – it tickles me really crazy. Few moments later he did the same to my hipbones and it almost shot me to the moon. I am really veeery ticklish on that area of my body, fortunately I was at the bathroom right before I got captured, otherwise my panties and the bed sheet would have been in great danger, no kidding. During this “torture” I started to worry about other people in the hotel because I was laughing very loud, but I couldn’t help myself. On the other side I was enjoying every second of that. My husband knows I prefer surprise tickles a lot more to all that tickling preparation stuff and now it was a good time for me to enjoy such surprise.
The tickling monster knows all my ticklish spots very well and he uses some special techniques to make me go wild. So he moved one hand off my hipbone and started tickling me on the upper part of my inner thigh, which is a spot only a bit less ticklish than my hipbones. In addition to that he started to lick my neck and that’s probably the worst thing a tickler can do to me. I was about to jump off my skin. I was yelling so loud he had to stop it and moved down to my feet. I am sorry for all the foot ticklers in this forum but I must confess my feet are ticklish to finger tickling only sometimes – being tickled with an electric toothbrush is another story though, fortunately we didn’t have this device with. But my husband was lucky that particular day, my feet were very ticklish too and I just let out a simple “oh, shit”. My legs weren’t tied so I could move them a bit but it didn’t help me too much, he just sat on my thighs and comfortably tickled the feet and I couldn’t do anything but laugh.
When he was finished with my feet I thought it was over but damned I was wrong. He moved up to my breasts and tickled my nipples. I must say my nipples are normally not ticklish at all, but if I get tickled for a couple of minutes on other spots they become very - unbearably ticklish. Fortunately that day it was not so unbearable but it still tickled me a lot.
This surprise action lasted 10 minutes and my husband did some other things to me but it would make this story too long and boring. He always asks me to describe what I feel and what I think about during tickling but how should I describe feelings?
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