ticklemepink096
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I just posted a thread that was about the guy Sam tickling the crap out of my feet. Well him and I kinda have a thing going, and he came over for dinner tonight. I playfully punched him in the arm and joked about him tickling me the other night hoping it would make him start something again. In usual style, I was right🙂. lol
we were on the couch watching a movie that neither one of us were even paying attention to (I can attest to that fact, I dont even remember what the movie *was*) and I grinned while I slapped my ankles down on his lap and "complained" of my feet hurting. Being a gentleman, he gave me a nice little massage and before long he was throwing in little tickles, timed out far enough to keep surprising me. lol. I kicked him in the leg and again, "complained" of how mean he was being and he asked me if i was ticklish anywhere else. Of course I bit my lip and shook my head no. Of *course* I wasnt. Apparently I didnt put up a very good argument. lol
He scooted over until he was sitting on top of me right below my waist and slid his hands under my shirt with random spider tickles all over my stomach and sides. I tried, I really really tried to hold it back and keep my non-existent "not ticklish" front, but I exploded into laughter after he hit my ribs. As much as I squirmed and tried to get away, he was quicker!
The real height to how ticklish he now knows I am (damn...), came when I mistakingly (or on purpose?) rose my arms up to try and push him off me. He didnt waste anytime in shooting his hands under my arms which of course made my eyes nearly pop out of my head and I gave out one long scream before I pretty quickly desolved into a laughing mess. You know when someones hands are trapped under your arms and you're laughing so hard youre getting weak, so youre stuck in this limbo of trying to get them out but you cant even move? It was heaven and hell. He got the idea to use his knees and propped them right underneath my elbows so my armpits were wide open for his tickling. I dont think Ive ever felt so helpless in my life and his fingers scratching so fast under my arms was almost more than I could handle even though I loved every second. lol. I think he finally stopped only because my face was red, there were tears streaming down my cheeks and there wasnt any audible sound coming out of me. He, is ruthless.
I have a feeling I'll be getting in touch and "re-evaluating" my tickle spots in no time. 🙂
we were on the couch watching a movie that neither one of us were even paying attention to (I can attest to that fact, I dont even remember what the movie *was*) and I grinned while I slapped my ankles down on his lap and "complained" of my feet hurting. Being a gentleman, he gave me a nice little massage and before long he was throwing in little tickles, timed out far enough to keep surprising me. lol. I kicked him in the leg and again, "complained" of how mean he was being and he asked me if i was ticklish anywhere else. Of course I bit my lip and shook my head no. Of *course* I wasnt. Apparently I didnt put up a very good argument. lol
He scooted over until he was sitting on top of me right below my waist and slid his hands under my shirt with random spider tickles all over my stomach and sides. I tried, I really really tried to hold it back and keep my non-existent "not ticklish" front, but I exploded into laughter after he hit my ribs. As much as I squirmed and tried to get away, he was quicker!
The real height to how ticklish he now knows I am (damn...), came when I mistakingly (or on purpose?) rose my arms up to try and push him off me. He didnt waste anytime in shooting his hands under my arms which of course made my eyes nearly pop out of my head and I gave out one long scream before I pretty quickly desolved into a laughing mess. You know when someones hands are trapped under your arms and you're laughing so hard youre getting weak, so youre stuck in this limbo of trying to get them out but you cant even move? It was heaven and hell. He got the idea to use his knees and propped them right underneath my elbows so my armpits were wide open for his tickling. I dont think Ive ever felt so helpless in my life and his fingers scratching so fast under my arms was almost more than I could handle even though I loved every second. lol. I think he finally stopped only because my face was red, there were tears streaming down my cheeks and there wasnt any audible sound coming out of me. He, is ruthless.
I have a feeling I'll be getting in touch and "re-evaluating" my tickle spots in no time. 🙂
