kryptonite
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About twenty years ago I was dating an older more experienced woman.
One time we were in bed giving each other foreplay, and she kept saying she was going to, "tickle my pickle."
I had never told her about my ticklee fetish, so she had no idea how much her saying that was turning me on.
After awhile, she sat on my chest and stuck her nice plump butt in my face and she told me again she was going to "tickle my pickle."
She began tickling my legs. I had already decided, if she did tickle me, I was going to laugh silently. I managed to keep from laughing out loud, until she suddenly leaned forward and tickled my feet, forcing me to emit a coughing kind of giggle.
I retaliated and tickled her behind and she laughed out loud too.
That first experience was my second most exciting tickling episode.
The most exciting came a few years later when I was living with a well-built Mexican woman.
One day we had a frustrating argument and she cried. I apologized, we made up, and I thought all was ok.
That night, she told me she wanted to tie me down. She did know about my tickle fetish--I'd confessed previously.
I let her tie me up, and apparently, whe was still angry at me, because she really took it out on me. I'm ashamed to say she forced me to laugh like a hysterical woman and for a long time. Luckily, we were the only ones in the house and no one could hear how she made me laugh. The next day my stomach muscles were sore from laughing so hard.
Now days, it seems like I'm not as ticklish as I used to be. I've kind of learned how to block being tickled out, and it's much harder to make me laugh.
One time we were in bed giving each other foreplay, and she kept saying she was going to, "tickle my pickle."
I had never told her about my ticklee fetish, so she had no idea how much her saying that was turning me on.
After awhile, she sat on my chest and stuck her nice plump butt in my face and she told me again she was going to "tickle my pickle."
She began tickling my legs. I had already decided, if she did tickle me, I was going to laugh silently. I managed to keep from laughing out loud, until she suddenly leaned forward and tickled my feet, forcing me to emit a coughing kind of giggle.
I retaliated and tickled her behind and she laughed out loud too.
That first experience was my second most exciting tickling episode.
The most exciting came a few years later when I was living with a well-built Mexican woman.
One day we had a frustrating argument and she cried. I apologized, we made up, and I thought all was ok.
That night, she told me she wanted to tie me down. She did know about my tickle fetish--I'd confessed previously.
I let her tie me up, and apparently, whe was still angry at me, because she really took it out on me. I'm ashamed to say she forced me to laugh like a hysterical woman and for a long time. Luckily, we were the only ones in the house and no one could hear how she made me laugh. The next day my stomach muscles were sore from laughing so hard.
Now days, it seems like I'm not as ticklish as I used to be. I've kind of learned how to block being tickled out, and it's much harder to make me laugh.
