Armpits equals Danger Zone)

[Ghostwriter727]

Do armpits deserve there own thread here?
(Hopefully I'm not copying another)

Fingers, nails, feathers, and just about anything digging into the sensitive channels of the under arms is almost unfair. (I'm squirming thinking about it)😂

You can reduce anyone it seems to a cringing, and laughter spewing mass of flesh by digging your fingers even subtly into that dangerous area we call the armpits.

Watch out for elbows, fists, and karate kicks too.
The smallest person among us becomes instantly deadly once you so much as wiggle your fingers at their armpits

AND we tie them up spread eagle where the armpits are most vulnerable too...😱
In all seriousness; the armpits by themselves are no joke. Approach them with caution, and thank the person who actually trusts you to tickle under there because it is usually too much even for a fighter, or a legit badass.

Armpits should have warnings on them for real.😜🪶
What do you think?

 

[A/S/H]

All I'll say is, now that I think about, I feel the most vulnerable when my arms are above my head. I subconsciously avoid putting my arms up around others, even complete strangers. Whenever I have to stretch just sets off alarm bells in my head, as if I have to make sure I put my arms down again before it's too late.

On a somewhat related note, I found out recently that having your armpits branded as punishment was very common back when torture was still a thing. Ouch. Armpits truly are a danger zone.

 

[LerLee]

Underarms are very ticklish indeed. Underarms are the only spot that a couple of ladies have told me are “off limits”. They were ticklish in other places and would let me tickle them anywhere except their underarms.

I’ve never had a gal tell me that their ribs or feet were off limits even though many were very ticklish there.

 

[WickedTouch]

I love to tickle everywhere, but I've been increasingly developing a fixation for the armpits (much like for feet and tummies). I love the reflexes associated with tickling a woman there. It's such a quick panic and pull down of the arms. I love how my fingers get stuck in there, and the lee urgently pleads for me to remove them even though they are fully aware they are clamping me in place. It would be painful as hell, but it would be a great place for a fun tattoo–something like, "Don't Touch!" or "Too Ticklish!"

 

[Wade]

I don't know if under my arms is my most ticklish spot (but then that race is kind of a nine-way tie for first place) but it's a uniquely crazymaking spot. And having one's armpits exposed and vulnerable in the vicinity of a potential tickler is a panicky experience. For a short period of time my wife and her friend were briefly obsessed with teaming up to target me there and it was a bit of a journey through madness.

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Post in thread 'The Sarah Saga (F/M)'

Jul 23, 2018

So, some time had passed. Sarah had demonstrated, via the great ice cream fiasco and her wicked closet game, that she was willing and able to tickle me into hysterics and beyond. But she didn't do it often. It sometimes seemed as though she enjoyed having this power over me more if she didn't exercise it too often -- she liked that she could narrow her eyes or quirk an eyebrow in my direction and make me nervous, but attack me so infrequently that I never knew when it might be coming. Once or twice she did indulge in throwing her outstretched fingers in my direction, causing me to convulse...

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Post in thread 'The Sarah Saga (F/M)'

Nov 20, 2024

It was a quiet weekend afternoon and Sarah was over at our place, as is not infrequently the case; I gathered that her apartment, which I’d never seen, was small and her neighbors were reportedly unpleasant.

I was reading and my wife was doing some work in preparation for a phone call and Sarah was palpably bored. Which is why, I guess, she got up, went over to my wife and whispered something in her ear. My wife’s eyes flicked gaily in my direction and she gave a sharp nod. She set her work aside and stood up.

“What’s going on?”

They were coming over toward me. “Don’t worry about it...

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