tickledmrs
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- Oct 11, 2019
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With the Covid virus hubby has been working triple shifts as a firefighter. He finally got 2 weeks off and had been moping around the house doing very little which he deserves.
One morning we got up, had coffee and breakfast, and I started doing chores around the house, cleaning, etc. He finished a coffee, then wandered down the hall.
Him: Coochie coochie coo!
Me: What? Nooooo (I knew what was coming). I was standing on the dining room table cleaning the chandalier.
Him: Coochie coochie coo! He had a feather and was tickling my legs.
Me: Dancing on the table HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA stop it stop it!
Him: What's wrong?
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHJAHAHAHAHAHAH I'm ticklish! You're tickling me, you know my legs are ticklish! He tickled my legs for about 10 minutes, me laughing and cackling like a mad woman.
I got off the table and he grabbed my sides, me laughing and squirming all down the hallway. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG stop stop that tickles! "Coochie coochie cooo" he teases. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NO NO don't say that as I laugh hysterically. His hands move under my arms as he keeps teasing. WAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I can't I can't I try to speak as I fall against the wall as his fingers torture my underarms, laughing and my knees buckling as I'm trapped against the wall. He's got me pinned, tickling my underarms and up and down my ribs as I fold down to the floor, laughing hysterically. He keeps tickling me there for about 30 minutes, then stops briefly as I'm breathing heavily. I manage to crawl away into the living room, he grabs my ankles and sit on them, tickling my feet. AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA "Aww com"on,not there not there" I beg."Coochie coochie cooo" is all he says. I'm laughing hysterically, pounding the floor with my fists, writhing but can't escape. He grabs something off the coffee table, I think a soft brush, and starts sliding it between my toes. I get hysterical with laughter, its killing me! I keep pounding my fists on the floor which he likes as he knows its driving me to insanity.
After about an hour on my feet he stops and gets up. I'm lying there exhausted and giggling, still feeling the tickles.
"Gee I feel like some coffee" he says.
"Go to hell" I tell him.
"Hmmmmm, I feel like some ribs" he threatens.
"NO No please I beg. This is a scenario we often go through. I made him some coffee which we had with some afternoon delight!
One morning we got up, had coffee and breakfast, and I started doing chores around the house, cleaning, etc. He finished a coffee, then wandered down the hall.
Him: Coochie coochie coo!
Me: What? Nooooo (I knew what was coming). I was standing on the dining room table cleaning the chandalier.
Him: Coochie coochie coo! He had a feather and was tickling my legs.
Me: Dancing on the table HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA stop it stop it!
Him: What's wrong?
Me: HAHAHAHAHAHJAHAHAHAHAHAH I'm ticklish! You're tickling me, you know my legs are ticklish! He tickled my legs for about 10 minutes, me laughing and cackling like a mad woman.
I got off the table and he grabbed my sides, me laughing and squirming all down the hallway. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG stop stop that tickles! "Coochie coochie cooo" he teases. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NO NO don't say that as I laugh hysterically. His hands move under my arms as he keeps teasing. WAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I can't I can't I try to speak as I fall against the wall as his fingers torture my underarms, laughing and my knees buckling as I'm trapped against the wall. He's got me pinned, tickling my underarms and up and down my ribs as I fold down to the floor, laughing hysterically. He keeps tickling me there for about 30 minutes, then stops briefly as I'm breathing heavily. I manage to crawl away into the living room, he grabs my ankles and sit on them, tickling my feet. AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA "Aww com"on,not there not there" I beg."Coochie coochie cooo" is all he says. I'm laughing hysterically, pounding the floor with my fists, writhing but can't escape. He grabs something off the coffee table, I think a soft brush, and starts sliding it between my toes. I get hysterical with laughter, its killing me! I keep pounding my fists on the floor which he likes as he knows its driving me to insanity.
After about an hour on my feet he stops and gets up. I'm lying there exhausted and giggling, still feeling the tickles.
"Gee I feel like some coffee" he says.
"Go to hell" I tell him.
"Hmmmmm, I feel like some ribs" he threatens.
"NO No please I beg. This is a scenario we often go through. I made him some coffee which we had with some afternoon delight!
