Abellytickler1980
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This story is inspired by actual events.
The pizza deliverer arrived at Tisha's house at about 7:20 pm. Tisha said, "This pizza is over an hour late."
"No it's not," I responded, "You ordered at 6:40 and it is now 7:20." Tisha yelled into the house, "Yo, What time is it?" A voice called from the inside, "It's 7:25."
"Oops, my apologies." She said to me. "I am so very hungry."
"It's okay. Total is $18.70."
"Here's $20.75." I take it and give her $2 back for her change.
As I walk away, she retorts, "Where's my change?"
"What change," I asked. She responded, "My 5 cents". So now I'm in shock that she would follow me for 5 measly cents when she first had the audacity to say that I was late, and then did not leave a tip. So i fished five pennies off the floor of my car and gave them to her.
"Thank you," she said as she left and closed the door. I drove off, plotting my revenge.
HERE'S WHERE IT GETS GOOD!!!
Later that night, Tisha is lying on the floor of the living room, hardly able to stay awake. Soon she is unconscious. When she comes to, she is tied spread eagle on a bed in my apartment. She says, "What's going on?! Where am I?" I make my appearance. I tell her, "Be not afraid, I will not hurt you. However, you must pay for not leaving a tip for the pizza man tonight." She screams, "Let me go!!!"
I walk over to her and take her shoes off, exposing her soft feet. I start to rub them and ask, "You wouldn't happen to be ticklish by any chance would you?" The fear on her face gave me my answer. She begs, "Please, don't tickle me, it's my worst weakness!!! I'll give you any tip you want, please just don't tickle me!"
Too late, I stroke my fingers across her bare feet and the laughter lets loose. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I keep it up for about a minute and then move to her upperbody. I tear off her sleeves, exposing her bare armpits. "Please, no more!" She begs, but too late, I take a feather across her armpits and she is hysterical. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! PLEASE, NO MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Then, I get to what is my favorite part, that's right, her tummy. By the way it twitches, I can tell I am going to have fun with this. I roll her shirt up to her ribs, exposing her belly, fat (not too much, but just right), very deep bellybutton and all. "NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anywhere but my belly, I'll die!!!!!!!!!" "No you won't," I assured her. "You might want to, but you won't."
I started slow by spider-walking all 10 of my fingers down her tummy. "TEHEEEEEEEE!!!" she cried. Then, after a minute of this, I start to knead her belly and sides. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPP!!!!" she begs, but I have only begun. After about 5 minutes of this, I start counting her ribs, building up the suspense, and then I stop. I stare at her for a few seconds and just as she thinks it's over, I strike. I take all 10 of my fingers and dig them into her very ticklish tummy. She can't take it. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! PLEASE, NO MORE, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I rub and I knead and then for the coup de resistance, I put my index finger into her very deep innie bellybutton while using the rest of my fingers massaging and tickling her most ticklish spot, her tummy. I keep up this for an hour and then she cries out, "Okay, I give, I'll give you $50 to stop!!" I agree and untie her. "Just kidding", she says and starts to run. I pounce on her, sit in a chair with her in my lap, wrap my hands around her waist and assault her tummy. "SORRY, HERE'S THE MONEY IN CASH!!!!!"
"Thank you," I said. "But do not think this is over, because I'll be back next week and every week to work on your very ticklish tummy. And If you ever tell, I'll tickle you forever and ever."
I give her another rub on the tummy before making my exit.
THE END, OR IS IT?!
Please, tell me what you think.
The pizza deliverer arrived at Tisha's house at about 7:20 pm. Tisha said, "This pizza is over an hour late."
"No it's not," I responded, "You ordered at 6:40 and it is now 7:20." Tisha yelled into the house, "Yo, What time is it?" A voice called from the inside, "It's 7:25."
"Oops, my apologies." She said to me. "I am so very hungry."
"It's okay. Total is $18.70."
"Here's $20.75." I take it and give her $2 back for her change.
As I walk away, she retorts, "Where's my change?"
"What change," I asked. She responded, "My 5 cents". So now I'm in shock that she would follow me for 5 measly cents when she first had the audacity to say that I was late, and then did not leave a tip. So i fished five pennies off the floor of my car and gave them to her.
"Thank you," she said as she left and closed the door. I drove off, plotting my revenge.
HERE'S WHERE IT GETS GOOD!!!
Later that night, Tisha is lying on the floor of the living room, hardly able to stay awake. Soon she is unconscious. When she comes to, she is tied spread eagle on a bed in my apartment. She says, "What's going on?! Where am I?" I make my appearance. I tell her, "Be not afraid, I will not hurt you. However, you must pay for not leaving a tip for the pizza man tonight." She screams, "Let me go!!!"
I walk over to her and take her shoes off, exposing her soft feet. I start to rub them and ask, "You wouldn't happen to be ticklish by any chance would you?" The fear on her face gave me my answer. She begs, "Please, don't tickle me, it's my worst weakness!!! I'll give you any tip you want, please just don't tickle me!"
Too late, I stroke my fingers across her bare feet and the laughter lets loose. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I keep it up for about a minute and then move to her upperbody. I tear off her sleeves, exposing her bare armpits. "Please, no more!" She begs, but too late, I take a feather across her armpits and she is hysterical. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! PLEASE, NO MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Then, I get to what is my favorite part, that's right, her tummy. By the way it twitches, I can tell I am going to have fun with this. I roll her shirt up to her ribs, exposing her belly, fat (not too much, but just right), very deep bellybutton and all. "NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anywhere but my belly, I'll die!!!!!!!!!" "No you won't," I assured her. "You might want to, but you won't."
I started slow by spider-walking all 10 of my fingers down her tummy. "TEHEEEEEEEE!!!" she cried. Then, after a minute of this, I start to knead her belly and sides. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPP!!!!" she begs, but I have only begun. After about 5 minutes of this, I start counting her ribs, building up the suspense, and then I stop. I stare at her for a few seconds and just as she thinks it's over, I strike. I take all 10 of my fingers and dig them into her very ticklish tummy. She can't take it. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! PLEASE, NO MORE, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I rub and I knead and then for the coup de resistance, I put my index finger into her very deep innie bellybutton while using the rest of my fingers massaging and tickling her most ticklish spot, her tummy. I keep up this for an hour and then she cries out, "Okay, I give, I'll give you $50 to stop!!" I agree and untie her. "Just kidding", she says and starts to run. I pounce on her, sit in a chair with her in my lap, wrap my hands around her waist and assault her tummy. "SORRY, HERE'S THE MONEY IN CASH!!!!!"
"Thank you," I said. "But do not think this is over, because I'll be back next week and every week to work on your very ticklish tummy. And If you ever tell, I'll tickle you forever and ever."
I give her another rub on the tummy before making my exit.
THE END, OR IS IT?!
Please, tell me what you think.
