TexasTicklin
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This is my first venture into storytelling on the TMF. This isn't as detailed as one of my fictional stories (that I intend to post soon) so I hope it works out okay. Comments are appreciated. Yes, this is a true story. This is part one.
We flip a coin to see who is going down first. Naturally, it is me. I put myself on the bed on my back. I am wearing a white tank top, blue jean shorts, and a new pedicure with purple toenails. I know the guy that is with me very well. We have been friends for a number of years, but we keep our sessions a secret for a number of reasons, so we have a history. He knows my body pretty well.
He straddles me and looks into my eyes. He has a devilish look on his face, and I start to get some pangs of anxiety. I say, "Okay, okay," and raise my arms above my head so he can restrain me. He shakes his head, smiling the whole time, and leans in close.
"Not yet," he whispers. "We're gonna play a game."
I start to think that I might have a chance to get out of this. It is starting to seem like I don't want to be in this position.
He tells me that he is going to tickle me, but is going to allow me to defend myself. Wow, this was never in our game plan. I immediately put my palms out toward him, ready to throw down some ka-ra-tay. "No," he says, with a grin. "You can't use your hands. Only your arms. You have to stay on your back, and if your palms or the tops of your hands make contact with me, you get tied up immediately." This is easy, I think. No problem.
I ask him, "So, if I don't make contact with you with my hands, I am good to go? That means I get up and you take my place, right?"
"Right."
I've got this.
He is still straddling me at the waist, and he reaches behind him and drags his fingernails from my ankles to my thighs. I tense up and exhale deeply. His nails are well groomed but strong, and he has callouses on his fingers from playing the guitar. He grins at me, then in one swift motion, hops up, turns around, and restraddles me, so now his back is facing me and I can't see my legs and feet.
Trouble is on the horizon for me.
I feel his fingers on the tops of my feet. I'm not terribly ticklish there, but ticklish nevertheless. I pull my foot to the side. He grabs it again, this time firmly. He pulls my toes back with one hand, and I cuss under my breath. Sure enough, the fingers on the other hand dig into the soft skin under my toes. I try to pull away but he's got a good grip. He digs in again, and I remember that I am not tied down! I prop myself up while biting my lip. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of a sound. I know that he gets off on the noises I make, and I want to hold it back as much as possible.
He digs in a third time, but I hadn't noticed that he had let go of his grip, and now he has fingers on the bottom of my other foot as well.
"MMMMMM!!" The high pitched hum/moan gets his attention, and he looks over his shoulder at me.
"See something you like, Cowboy?" I am pretty good at taunting my lers, especially him. Why I get my kicks egging them on is beyond me.
"Actually, I DO see something I like, beautiful! I enjoy the suffering in your eyes, but I also have these sexy legs and feet right here at my disposal. I also really want to hear something I like, too. Maybe if I..." He leans forward, securely grabs my right foot, and starts dragging his nails up and down the sole.
"MMMMmmmmmMMMMMMM!!!!" I say again, louder.
I bolt straight up as his assault on my foot continues. "What was that?" he asked, as he once again pulls my toes back.
I remain silent, somewhat frozen in fear because I knew what was coming. He digs his nails in under my toes, and moving his fingers in a fast, spidery motion.
"MmmMMMMM....MMMM...MMMMMMmmmm....ssssssssss...." He grabs my left foot and begins the same assault.
"MMMMSsssssssssmmmmSssssssssstttttttttt..." the word is on the tip of my tongue but I can't say it. I can't let him hear it.
I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head back and forth. I bite the top of my hand while moaning quietly. He then slides his nails up my calves and squeezes my kneecaps. I was not expecting this sudden move. "OH!!!" I half-say, half-squeak. I smack the bed with my hands and jump. He reaches around to the back of my kneecaps and starts scratching. Again, he looks over my shoulder to see the fruits of his labor. The sensation is intense. I open my mouth as if to say something, but it is really a silent cry. I can't give him the satisfaction!
Without warning, he slides his hands up under my shorts to the back of my thighs and starts an all-out attack. He moves his fingers briskly. I gasp and shriek, "Nooooooo!!!!" I can't stop it...it tickles so much. Here come the giggles. I grab up the bedspread in my fists and close my eyes tight. I try to pull my legs out from under him but he's on me good. He's digging his nails into the backs of my thighs! "No...hahaha.....please!...hhahahaha...wait...I can't...hahahahaha!!!NOOOO donnnn'ttt!!!!" Naturally, my pleas fall on deaf ears. I remember that I have my arms to defend myself with. I open my eyes and see that he is again looking over his shoulder, grinning broadly. He gets a good dig and scratch in.
"HAHAHAHA!!! OH GOD!!!! hhahaHAHAHA!! STOP THAT!! I can't take it ahahahahahahaaaaa godddddd...."
I hear him laugh despite himself.
He knows that my legs are super ticklish, and he often makes fun of me for my signature "Oh God!" or "Fuuuuuck!" cries. He knows he is doing something right when he elicits one of those.
He switches from the back of my legs to the front of my thighs, moving his fingers in circular movements. I am now giggling hysterically, hitting the bed with my fists and shaking my head. He starts grabbing my thigh in large motions, alternating with spider tickles. "AAAAAAHHHH!! HHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOO NOO NOOOO! GOD!! hahahaha!!" I start beating his back with my forearms, knowing that I can't use my hands. I've got to get out of this! I'm sounding pathetic, pleading for mercy.
"Please stop! hahahahaaaaaaa pleaseeeee....!!"
All the while I am hitting at his back, wishing that I could use my hands to grab him. He stops, turns back around, and straddles facing me, but he doesn't sit on my legs. He pushes me back onto the bed, and quickly unbuttons and unzips my shorts. He pulls them off in one quick motion, leaving me only in my tank top and pink panties (with a bow on them!) He sinks back on top of me and throws my arms back toward the top of the bed. Before I can move them down again, he grabs my pelvic bones firmly between his fingers on each hand. That damned area where the hips meet the legs where that bone hides silently until some sadistic bastard gets a hold of it one day. He squeezes tight.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!"
~Part two coming soon - I get some more, then I get my revenge!~
We flip a coin to see who is going down first. Naturally, it is me. I put myself on the bed on my back. I am wearing a white tank top, blue jean shorts, and a new pedicure with purple toenails. I know the guy that is with me very well. We have been friends for a number of years, but we keep our sessions a secret for a number of reasons, so we have a history. He knows my body pretty well.
He straddles me and looks into my eyes. He has a devilish look on his face, and I start to get some pangs of anxiety. I say, "Okay, okay," and raise my arms above my head so he can restrain me. He shakes his head, smiling the whole time, and leans in close.
"Not yet," he whispers. "We're gonna play a game."
I start to think that I might have a chance to get out of this. It is starting to seem like I don't want to be in this position.
He tells me that he is going to tickle me, but is going to allow me to defend myself. Wow, this was never in our game plan. I immediately put my palms out toward him, ready to throw down some ka-ra-tay. "No," he says, with a grin. "You can't use your hands. Only your arms. You have to stay on your back, and if your palms or the tops of your hands make contact with me, you get tied up immediately." This is easy, I think. No problem.
I ask him, "So, if I don't make contact with you with my hands, I am good to go? That means I get up and you take my place, right?"
"Right."
I've got this.
He is still straddling me at the waist, and he reaches behind him and drags his fingernails from my ankles to my thighs. I tense up and exhale deeply. His nails are well groomed but strong, and he has callouses on his fingers from playing the guitar. He grins at me, then in one swift motion, hops up, turns around, and restraddles me, so now his back is facing me and I can't see my legs and feet.
Trouble is on the horizon for me.
I feel his fingers on the tops of my feet. I'm not terribly ticklish there, but ticklish nevertheless. I pull my foot to the side. He grabs it again, this time firmly. He pulls my toes back with one hand, and I cuss under my breath. Sure enough, the fingers on the other hand dig into the soft skin under my toes. I try to pull away but he's got a good grip. He digs in again, and I remember that I am not tied down! I prop myself up while biting my lip. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of a sound. I know that he gets off on the noises I make, and I want to hold it back as much as possible.
He digs in a third time, but I hadn't noticed that he had let go of his grip, and now he has fingers on the bottom of my other foot as well.
"MMMMMM!!" The high pitched hum/moan gets his attention, and he looks over his shoulder at me.
"See something you like, Cowboy?" I am pretty good at taunting my lers, especially him. Why I get my kicks egging them on is beyond me.
"Actually, I DO see something I like, beautiful! I enjoy the suffering in your eyes, but I also have these sexy legs and feet right here at my disposal. I also really want to hear something I like, too. Maybe if I..." He leans forward, securely grabs my right foot, and starts dragging his nails up and down the sole.
"MMMMmmmmmMMMMMMM!!!!" I say again, louder.
I bolt straight up as his assault on my foot continues. "What was that?" he asked, as he once again pulls my toes back.
I remain silent, somewhat frozen in fear because I knew what was coming. He digs his nails in under my toes, and moving his fingers in a fast, spidery motion.
"MmmMMMMM....MMMM...MMMMMMmmmm....ssssssssss...." He grabs my left foot and begins the same assault.
"MMMMSsssssssssmmmmSssssssssstttttttttt..." the word is on the tip of my tongue but I can't say it. I can't let him hear it.
I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head back and forth. I bite the top of my hand while moaning quietly. He then slides his nails up my calves and squeezes my kneecaps. I was not expecting this sudden move. "OH!!!" I half-say, half-squeak. I smack the bed with my hands and jump. He reaches around to the back of my kneecaps and starts scratching. Again, he looks over my shoulder to see the fruits of his labor. The sensation is intense. I open my mouth as if to say something, but it is really a silent cry. I can't give him the satisfaction!
Without warning, he slides his hands up under my shorts to the back of my thighs and starts an all-out attack. He moves his fingers briskly. I gasp and shriek, "Nooooooo!!!!" I can't stop it...it tickles so much. Here come the giggles. I grab up the bedspread in my fists and close my eyes tight. I try to pull my legs out from under him but he's on me good. He's digging his nails into the backs of my thighs! "No...hahaha.....please!...hhahahaha...wait...I can't...hahahahaha!!!NOOOO donnnn'ttt!!!!" Naturally, my pleas fall on deaf ears. I remember that I have my arms to defend myself with. I open my eyes and see that he is again looking over his shoulder, grinning broadly. He gets a good dig and scratch in.
"HAHAHAHA!!! OH GOD!!!! hhahaHAHAHA!! STOP THAT!! I can't take it ahahahahahahaaaaa godddddd...."
I hear him laugh despite himself.
He knows that my legs are super ticklish, and he often makes fun of me for my signature "Oh God!" or "Fuuuuuck!" cries. He knows he is doing something right when he elicits one of those.
He switches from the back of my legs to the front of my thighs, moving his fingers in circular movements. I am now giggling hysterically, hitting the bed with my fists and shaking my head. He starts grabbing my thigh in large motions, alternating with spider tickles. "AAAAAAHHHH!! HHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOOOO NOO NOOOO! GOD!! hahahaha!!" I start beating his back with my forearms, knowing that I can't use my hands. I've got to get out of this! I'm sounding pathetic, pleading for mercy.
"Please stop! hahahahaaaaaaa pleaseeeee....!!"
All the while I am hitting at his back, wishing that I could use my hands to grab him. He stops, turns back around, and straddles facing me, but he doesn't sit on my legs. He pushes me back onto the bed, and quickly unbuttons and unzips my shorts. He pulls them off in one quick motion, leaving me only in my tank top and pink panties (with a bow on them!) He sinks back on top of me and throws my arms back toward the top of the bed. Before I can move them down again, he grabs my pelvic bones firmly between his fingers on each hand. That damned area where the hips meet the legs where that bone hides silently until some sadistic bastard gets a hold of it one day. He squeezes tight.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!"
~Part two coming soon - I get some more, then I get my revenge!~
lol. And when i look up the "pelvic bone" it covers all that area lol
