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3rd Level Violet Feather
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You are swearing at me a blue streak and I laugh back at you once more.
"Does this quill tickle you?” I tease. “Somehow your reactions are giving me that idea.”
You growl at me and utter some more profane language that makes me giggle. I continue tickling, glancing back at you to see those grimacing looks that I love so much. While I can’t see your eyes I know that they’re scrunched tightly shut and I giggle again. Again you growl at me, and again the profane language is uttered. Again you growl at me, and again the profane language is uttered. I tell you again how much you look like a young Nancy Sinatra, and then begin singing “These feet are made for tickling and that’s just what I’ll do…” This has you growl at me further and I can now only hear some illegible language coming from you. I have you where I want you, totally under my control and ready to promise me anything.
“Damn I love this armpit, it’s so soft, tender and ticklish! I wonder if the other one is just as ticklish.”
My wonderment is moot as you know that I’m going to tickle it at some point, and now that you know that I know that the quill is the perfect tool to do so, you are fighting with all your strength.
“This just might be even better than playing piggies on your toes, although I haven’t played piggies on your right foot yet, and so that remains to be seen.”
I know you want to just plain kill me no end as you never knew that I would find about this; one of your weaknesses and that I would instantly, fervidly and ravenously fall in love with tickling you. There is no end to tickling you and I have only just begun on another hotspot, and with the ultimate tool to tickle it with no less. You are hysterical, freaking out, severely begging me to stop and promising to kill me no end and that only makes me want to tease and tickle you more. I lean over you and begin to quill your right armpit and this has you react accordingly.
“Time to do a piggies comparison test; right foot now.”
I quickly move around to your right foot and grip it and you scream once more and this time there is no pattern as I happily tweak and wriggle your toes at random. Your begging is non-stop and your laughter deep, almost guttural, making me glad to tweak them.
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...y-about-that-sweet-spot&p=3798462#post3798462
"Does this quill tickle you?” I tease. “Somehow your reactions are giving me that idea.”
You growl at me and utter some more profane language that makes me giggle. I continue tickling, glancing back at you to see those grimacing looks that I love so much. While I can’t see your eyes I know that they’re scrunched tightly shut and I giggle again. Again you growl at me, and again the profane language is uttered. Again you growl at me, and again the profane language is uttered. I tell you again how much you look like a young Nancy Sinatra, and then begin singing “These feet are made for tickling and that’s just what I’ll do…” This has you growl at me further and I can now only hear some illegible language coming from you. I have you where I want you, totally under my control and ready to promise me anything.
“Damn I love this armpit, it’s so soft, tender and ticklish! I wonder if the other one is just as ticklish.”
My wonderment is moot as you know that I’m going to tickle it at some point, and now that you know that I know that the quill is the perfect tool to do so, you are fighting with all your strength.
“This just might be even better than playing piggies on your toes, although I haven’t played piggies on your right foot yet, and so that remains to be seen.”
I know you want to just plain kill me no end as you never knew that I would find about this; one of your weaknesses and that I would instantly, fervidly and ravenously fall in love with tickling you. There is no end to tickling you and I have only just begun on another hotspot, and with the ultimate tool to tickle it with no less. You are hysterical, freaking out, severely begging me to stop and promising to kill me no end and that only makes me want to tease and tickle you more. I lean over you and begin to quill your right armpit and this has you react accordingly.
“Time to do a piggies comparison test; right foot now.”
I quickly move around to your right foot and grip it and you scream once more and this time there is no pattern as I happily tweak and wriggle your toes at random. Your begging is non-stop and your laughter deep, almost guttural, making me glad to tweak them.
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...y-about-that-sweet-spot&p=3798462#post3798462
