Toesheldback
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Stick with me on this for a minute…
I have a pretty high stress job that I take home with me, and often I lay awake at night trying to get to a happy place instead of stressing and having anxiety. My happy place is tickling.
My wife’s friend Ashley came over tonight, and it reminded me of a fantasy that helped me relax and get to sleep recently.
My wife’s two most ticklish friends are Ashley (feet) and Patty (ribs). We have a cabin in the woods with lots of pine trees, and my fantasy went like this..
Ashley is tied with her back to a tree trunk, kneeling on a chair so her bare feet are behind her. Patty is tied to a tree very close and next to it with her arms tied above her head. Their trees are so close that Ashley and Heather are face to face, eye level, 6 inches apart. My wife starts tickling Ashley’s soles, and I start tickling Patty’s ribs.
Not sure why I love that thought so much. Two horribly, amazingly ticklish women, who are forced to watch and listen to each other laugh. Imagine screaming with laughter, hearing someone else scream with laughter, and when you open your eyes after screwing them shut in ticklish craziness, you’re staring another person right in the face as she is dying with laughter.
I think for me, the best part is that those two know each other casually, but aren’t friends. Makes it better.
Thanks for indulging me by reading this far.
I have a pretty high stress job that I take home with me, and often I lay awake at night trying to get to a happy place instead of stressing and having anxiety. My happy place is tickling.
My wife’s friend Ashley came over tonight, and it reminded me of a fantasy that helped me relax and get to sleep recently.
My wife’s two most ticklish friends are Ashley (feet) and Patty (ribs). We have a cabin in the woods with lots of pine trees, and my fantasy went like this..
Ashley is tied with her back to a tree trunk, kneeling on a chair so her bare feet are behind her. Patty is tied to a tree very close and next to it with her arms tied above her head. Their trees are so close that Ashley and Heather are face to face, eye level, 6 inches apart. My wife starts tickling Ashley’s soles, and I start tickling Patty’s ribs.
Not sure why I love that thought so much. Two horribly, amazingly ticklish women, who are forced to watch and listen to each other laugh. Imagine screaming with laughter, hearing someone else scream with laughter, and when you open your eyes after screwing them shut in ticklish craziness, you’re staring another person right in the face as she is dying with laughter.
I think for me, the best part is that those two know each other casually, but aren’t friends. Makes it better.
Thanks for indulging me by reading this far.
