...OK, I'll admit, my titles are not overly creative, but anywho...
This one also comes out of the college days. I had a friend...more of a college hook up buddy (you know how it goes) named Bridgett. We had a class together and started dating a bit. Neither of us wanted anything serious so we kept it casual and just had a good time.
She was short, maybe 5-2 or so, brunette, and curvy. Through out talking and flirting, she told me she was into tickle fights and said that she thought tickling could be a good form of foreplay...needless to say this bit of information piqued my interest significantly. We hooked up a few times but nothing really came of the whole tickling thing beyond a quick poke here and there until one night...
She told me she was bringing a few toys over to my place to have fun for the night, and when she got to my house, she showed me said toys which consisted of soft padded hand cuffs and a little blue feather she got at the novelty story in town. She said she wanted to take turns hand-cuffing and tickling the other person.
I had told her I was "into tickling"...or at least that I enjoyed it, so she felt comfortable broaching the subject, but I don't think she ever thought of it as a true fetish, just more of a fun means of foreplay and a turn on....but I digress...
We made out a bit first and stripped layers of clothing off, when she was naked, I laid her back gently onto the bed and raised her arms towards the bed posts. Because we had handcuffs and not restraints, we had to handcuff each other at a diagonal angle...with the arms stretched above the head at the upper left corner of the bed.
Once she was helpless, she was absolute putty in my hands. This girl was extremely ticklish...just about everywhere...under the arms, neck, ribs, feet, stomach. I started by running my fingers down her arms from the wrist to the armpit and was rewarded by some violent thrashing and near hysterical laughter.
I moved to her sides and stomach next, working them over with my hands...alternating from scribbling my fingers over her tummy to grabbing her sides to poking her ribs...she literally does not have a single patch of skin on her torso that isn't horridly ticklish. She bucked, screamed, laughed, thrashed, and seemed to love every second of it.
I stopped the torture momentarily to kiss her and make sure she was OK...didn't want to overload her as I didn't think she had done anything like this before. After her respite...I moved to her feet...easily her worst spot. I sloowwwwwwlllyyy ran one finger up and down the sole of her left foot and watched her giggle and tense...expecting it to get worse...which it did, of course.
I started to tickle her feet in earnest, working the arches and under the toes to get her laughing harder and harder. Finally, the cherry on her hot fudge sundae of tickle torture...I started to nibble on her toes. Her laughter was other-worldy and I had to stop quickly as I feared her thrashing and my teeth being to close to her feet might result in some immediate dental work.
I let her go and she wasted no time pushing me down on the bed and securing my hands above my head. She then started to tickle my stomach...and to my shock...provoked next to no reaction. She seemed surprised, so she went for behind my knees...guaranteed sweet spot...but once again...nothing. I couldn't believe it, for some reason, I just wasn't ticklish that night (granted, she was not a great tickler, but with me that tends not to matter so much)
Then, she pulled out the feather and started running it over my body and it sent jolts of electricity through me. I didn't really think feathers tickled more than fingers, but on this instance, they did...she ran it up and down my sides and legs, over my feet, my ears...and then between my legs and up and down my growing hardness with amazing results. I bucked and thrashed and she kept asking me if I wanted her to stop as even she could see I was suffering. Of course, I did not ask her to stop, why would I...I was having the time of my life.
After several minutes of this torture, she (and I) couldn't hold back any longer. She untied me and...well...I think you can fill in the rest from there...
As always, I appreciate any feedback, and I will definitely be posting more stories as we go along...
This one also comes out of the college days. I had a friend...more of a college hook up buddy (you know how it goes) named Bridgett. We had a class together and started dating a bit. Neither of us wanted anything serious so we kept it casual and just had a good time.
She was short, maybe 5-2 or so, brunette, and curvy. Through out talking and flirting, she told me she was into tickle fights and said that she thought tickling could be a good form of foreplay...needless to say this bit of information piqued my interest significantly. We hooked up a few times but nothing really came of the whole tickling thing beyond a quick poke here and there until one night...
She told me she was bringing a few toys over to my place to have fun for the night, and when she got to my house, she showed me said toys which consisted of soft padded hand cuffs and a little blue feather she got at the novelty story in town. She said she wanted to take turns hand-cuffing and tickling the other person.
I had told her I was "into tickling"...or at least that I enjoyed it, so she felt comfortable broaching the subject, but I don't think she ever thought of it as a true fetish, just more of a fun means of foreplay and a turn on....but I digress...
We made out a bit first and stripped layers of clothing off, when she was naked, I laid her back gently onto the bed and raised her arms towards the bed posts. Because we had handcuffs and not restraints, we had to handcuff each other at a diagonal angle...with the arms stretched above the head at the upper left corner of the bed.
Once she was helpless, she was absolute putty in my hands. This girl was extremely ticklish...just about everywhere...under the arms, neck, ribs, feet, stomach. I started by running my fingers down her arms from the wrist to the armpit and was rewarded by some violent thrashing and near hysterical laughter.
I moved to her sides and stomach next, working them over with my hands...alternating from scribbling my fingers over her tummy to grabbing her sides to poking her ribs...she literally does not have a single patch of skin on her torso that isn't horridly ticklish. She bucked, screamed, laughed, thrashed, and seemed to love every second of it.
I stopped the torture momentarily to kiss her and make sure she was OK...didn't want to overload her as I didn't think she had done anything like this before. After her respite...I moved to her feet...easily her worst spot. I sloowwwwwwlllyyy ran one finger up and down the sole of her left foot and watched her giggle and tense...expecting it to get worse...which it did, of course.
I started to tickle her feet in earnest, working the arches and under the toes to get her laughing harder and harder. Finally, the cherry on her hot fudge sundae of tickle torture...I started to nibble on her toes. Her laughter was other-worldy and I had to stop quickly as I feared her thrashing and my teeth being to close to her feet might result in some immediate dental work.
I let her go and she wasted no time pushing me down on the bed and securing my hands above my head. She then started to tickle my stomach...and to my shock...provoked next to no reaction. She seemed surprised, so she went for behind my knees...guaranteed sweet spot...but once again...nothing. I couldn't believe it, for some reason, I just wasn't ticklish that night (granted, she was not a great tickler, but with me that tends not to matter so much)
Then, she pulled out the feather and started running it over my body and it sent jolts of electricity through me. I didn't really think feathers tickled more than fingers, but on this instance, they did...she ran it up and down my sides and legs, over my feet, my ears...and then between my legs and up and down my growing hardness with amazing results. I bucked and thrashed and she kept asking me if I wanted her to stop as even she could see I was suffering. Of course, I did not ask her to stop, why would I...I was having the time of my life.
After several minutes of this torture, she (and I) couldn't hold back any longer. She untied me and...well...I think you can fill in the rest from there...
As always, I appreciate any feedback, and I will definitely be posting more stories as we go along...
