Ever since we first started dating, we made up this game where we ask each other questions and take turns answering them. This was made in the beginning so we could know each other better, but now it's just something fun to make up conversation.
On aim last week, I asked him tickling questions. He knows that I like it a lot, but he doesn't judge me or question it. He lets me have fun, and puts up with me. For starters, I asked, "You know I like tickling, so what's your guilty pleasure?" He answered "probably tickling." This took me by surprise. "Why?" I asked. "You kinda got me into it," he says. This gets me a little excited and I ask more questions. He tells me he actually kind of likes the feeling of being tickled, and also likes tickling me. I asked him if he would let me tickle him to find his most ticklish spots. I have an idea from previous encounters with him, but apparently he can't decide which spot tickles the most. He answers "Sure how about this weekend?"
Saturday it was. We went to the park as usual, set up the towels on the grass in the shade and got started. I took off his shoes and socks, and wiggled my fingers inches in front of them. He jerked and smiled as he watched them. I laughed, as I brushed away the cotton and rubbed hand sanitizer on them. He doesn't laugh much when I tickle his feet, but he moves around a lot, and winces with a big grin. I play with them a little until I tell him to lay down, and I sit on his ankles. "Rating?" I ask. "Maybe a 7," he replies. I stroke his foot, his muscles flexing underneath me. "Which spot on your foot tickles most?" I start stroking his heal. "Not there," he replies, quizzically. I move to his sole. He huffs a little "Kind of there." I move to his arch. "Haha, kind of." I move to just under the ball of his foot. He retorts. "Right there! Hahaha!" I tickle him there long and firmly. Then under his toes. He tickles me back from behind me and I scold him. "No, not yet."
Next I sit back across from him and tell him to turn around and lay down. I tell him to put his arms up. He protests, but eventually does it. We struggle for a way to get his arms secure. I told him to rest his head in my lap and wrap his arms around my waist and hold them there. I start to tickle his underarms, and he tightens his hold around my waist, his head pressing into my stomach. A smile grows on his face. I find a sweet spot just on the sides of his pecs. He laughs loudly. "Tickle tickle tickle!" I cooed, and he laughs louder. I continue, and figure that his upper body is more ticklish than his lower body. "Rating?" I ask. "7 or 8." I stop for a moment. He's panting, and catching his breath. I lift up his shirt to expose his tummy. "Uh oh!" he says. I reach for his stomach. I look down at his face and smile, "uh oh?" He seals his mouth, and I hover my fingernails over his bellybutton. He sucks in deeply, collapsing his stomach. I gently graze his abs with my fingernails. He jumps and gasps. I take both my hands and gently do the same thing. His legs are bent up in defense. I go in for attack, and scribble all ten fingernails over his bare tummy. He explodes, wriggling and twisting, his legs curling up above him to defend himself from the tickling. In no time he is erased to a fit of giggles. "Ooh! what about the sides?" I ask. I crawl my dancing fingers over to his sides, and he yelps "AAhahaha! The sides are worse! Hahahahaha!" He does a great job keeping his hands secure behind my back, but his legs roll around and flop with his body on the ground. It's a funny sight. And I continue there for the rest of the time.
He later concludes that night on aim that his sides are the most ticklish spot, and his feet are his second most. I asked if he enjoys being tickled beyond what you can stand, and he says "it can be fun, yes." I asked "would you do it again?" He replies "yeah."
That day at the park, he had his turn tickling me, but it wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. He doesn't know my spots very well, but better luck next time. I asked him who he thinks is more ticklish, and he says he is. I requested we do a contest on it next time. He sounds like he's looking forward to it. 🙂
On aim last week, I asked him tickling questions. He knows that I like it a lot, but he doesn't judge me or question it. He lets me have fun, and puts up with me. For starters, I asked, "You know I like tickling, so what's your guilty pleasure?" He answered "probably tickling." This took me by surprise. "Why?" I asked. "You kinda got me into it," he says. This gets me a little excited and I ask more questions. He tells me he actually kind of likes the feeling of being tickled, and also likes tickling me. I asked him if he would let me tickle him to find his most ticklish spots. I have an idea from previous encounters with him, but apparently he can't decide which spot tickles the most. He answers "Sure how about this weekend?"
Saturday it was. We went to the park as usual, set up the towels on the grass in the shade and got started. I took off his shoes and socks, and wiggled my fingers inches in front of them. He jerked and smiled as he watched them. I laughed, as I brushed away the cotton and rubbed hand sanitizer on them. He doesn't laugh much when I tickle his feet, but he moves around a lot, and winces with a big grin. I play with them a little until I tell him to lay down, and I sit on his ankles. "Rating?" I ask. "Maybe a 7," he replies. I stroke his foot, his muscles flexing underneath me. "Which spot on your foot tickles most?" I start stroking his heal. "Not there," he replies, quizzically. I move to his sole. He huffs a little "Kind of there." I move to his arch. "Haha, kind of." I move to just under the ball of his foot. He retorts. "Right there! Hahaha!" I tickle him there long and firmly. Then under his toes. He tickles me back from behind me and I scold him. "No, not yet."
Next I sit back across from him and tell him to turn around and lay down. I tell him to put his arms up. He protests, but eventually does it. We struggle for a way to get his arms secure. I told him to rest his head in my lap and wrap his arms around my waist and hold them there. I start to tickle his underarms, and he tightens his hold around my waist, his head pressing into my stomach. A smile grows on his face. I find a sweet spot just on the sides of his pecs. He laughs loudly. "Tickle tickle tickle!" I cooed, and he laughs louder. I continue, and figure that his upper body is more ticklish than his lower body. "Rating?" I ask. "7 or 8." I stop for a moment. He's panting, and catching his breath. I lift up his shirt to expose his tummy. "Uh oh!" he says. I reach for his stomach. I look down at his face and smile, "uh oh?" He seals his mouth, and I hover my fingernails over his bellybutton. He sucks in deeply, collapsing his stomach. I gently graze his abs with my fingernails. He jumps and gasps. I take both my hands and gently do the same thing. His legs are bent up in defense. I go in for attack, and scribble all ten fingernails over his bare tummy. He explodes, wriggling and twisting, his legs curling up above him to defend himself from the tickling. In no time he is erased to a fit of giggles. "Ooh! what about the sides?" I ask. I crawl my dancing fingers over to his sides, and he yelps "AAhahaha! The sides are worse! Hahahahaha!" He does a great job keeping his hands secure behind my back, but his legs roll around and flop with his body on the ground. It's a funny sight. And I continue there for the rest of the time.
He later concludes that night on aim that his sides are the most ticklish spot, and his feet are his second most. I asked if he enjoys being tickled beyond what you can stand, and he says "it can be fun, yes." I asked "would you do it again?" He replies "yeah."
That day at the park, he had his turn tickling me, but it wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. He doesn't know my spots very well, but better luck next time. I asked him who he thinks is more ticklish, and he says he is. I requested we do a contest on it next time. He sounds like he's looking forward to it. 🙂
