So yesterday I went to my boyfriend's house. We were in his room watching tv, and we took turns tickling each other on the bed.
First it was his turn. He laid down on his stomach, and put his ankles through the bars at the foot of the bed. I tickled his feet, first. He twitched and wiggled his toes, but no laughter. I traced my nails on the backs of his legs, and the backs of his thighs. He twitched and wiggled, burying his face in his pillow. I squeezed his thighs, one of his worst spots, and he jumped, and kicked the bedpost, ankles, still between the bars. He whispered giggles (we didn't want to make any noise, for his sister and her friend were in the other room sleeping).
I worked my way up to his sides and back. I pulled his shirt up a little, and scribbled my nails on his bare skin. He bucked and wiggled and twisted, trying to refrain from as little movement as possible.
When he was done, I lay myself down on the bed. I started face down, as he did, and he tickled my feet. He has gotten better at tickling me there. It feels SO good now. Naturally, I'm not ticklish on my feet, but he has found ways to do it. I grinned as he scribbled his nails all over, up and down my soles. He found a spot on the side of my ankle that makes me kick a little. He lingered there for a while, and traced his fingers up my legs to the backs of my thighs. He picked spots on my legs that tickle a lot for me, such as the backs of my knees and the backs of my thighs.
Afterward, I switched positions, and lay down on my back, and gripped the bars above my head on the headboard where his ankles had once gone through. He lightly traced his nails over my sides and tummy. I giggled and grinned with deep breaths in between. He lightly scribbled my underarms, and I gripped the bars tight. I could take it, and it felt great! Then he started pressing. He knows of this spot under my arms, where if you press there gently, I start bucking. He pressed around, and I laughed, keeping my arms up, until he hit that spot. I burst into laughter and snapped my arms down. For some reason, putting my arms down made it tickle even more, and I laughed louder and twisted.
He stopped to let me breathe, and he pulled my arms up again. I grabbed the headboard once again, and he started pressing again, sending me into hysterics. He hit that spot, and snapped my arms down again. And again, the transition of putting my arms down made it tickle more! I twisted and bucked. He laughed at me, and pulled my arm back up, and kept on tickling. No mercy this time. It tickled so bad! I pulled his fingers away at last, and he left me alone to pant.
Later on, our friend came over. The same one from the previous story. My boyfriend and I had plotted to gang up on him this time. We went to the garage to watch a move. Once it was popped in, and playing, my boyfriend wrestles him into a full Nelson, trapping his arms above his head. I stood in front of him. "OH NO!" he said, and I scribbled my nails into his armpits. He shrieked and pulled himself to the ground to sit. My boyfriend sat on the couch, as he continued to keep our friend from moving his arms.
I continued to tickle his underarms, and he cried out in intense laughter, and threw his head back. I tickled his neck and chin and he shook and shrieked again violently. I scribbled my nails down to his now bare tummy and sides, for his shirt was riding up. He laughed and gasped, and slowly started dying down, "Oooh! Actually, that feels good. Right there!" I mocked my fingers around the area and shot them back up to his underarms and he screamed once more. "Here?" He laughed and twisted, and my boyfriend finally let his arms go, tired from pulling.
He stood up and sighed "Alright, I'll be fair." He lifted his arms above his head, and I attacked his armpits. My boyfriend held his elbows to keep them from falling, and he sunk to the floor. I stroked my nails on his biceps and he squealed and tensed. I found a spot above his underarms and he screeched "AGHAHAA NO NOT THERE!!" He bucked and wiggled. I worked my elbows into his thighs, and my boyfriend used a free hand to tickle his armpit. He screamed and twisted, kicking and bucking in wild laughter.
Throughout the movie, we attacked him. At one point, our friend leaned against me like a backrest, and stretched his arms back. I pulled them up, and my boyfriend and I prodded his underarms, sending him back into his shaking fit of laughter.
Another time, he was sitting on the couch, and I stroked my nails slowly around his thighs and knees, and he kicked and stomped the ground, trying to shoe my hand away. "Oh god! That's a good spot.." he sighed.
"Where?" I asked.
He pointed around his inner thigh close to his knee, and under his thigh. I stroked my nails there and he shrieked and kicked once again. I barely touched him.
Later on, my friend tried to find my spots. He massaged my neck, and stroked it. I twitched for a while, but he wanted to make me laugh. He elbowed my knee and I yelled and laughed. My boyfriend stole me back, and tried to do the same thing. My friend tried to look for my spots for about 10 minutes. He was very gentle, and went over some spots but couldn't find the right technique. "I'll get you one day," he said.
First it was his turn. He laid down on his stomach, and put his ankles through the bars at the foot of the bed. I tickled his feet, first. He twitched and wiggled his toes, but no laughter. I traced my nails on the backs of his legs, and the backs of his thighs. He twitched and wiggled, burying his face in his pillow. I squeezed his thighs, one of his worst spots, and he jumped, and kicked the bedpost, ankles, still between the bars. He whispered giggles (we didn't want to make any noise, for his sister and her friend were in the other room sleeping).
I worked my way up to his sides and back. I pulled his shirt up a little, and scribbled my nails on his bare skin. He bucked and wiggled and twisted, trying to refrain from as little movement as possible.
When he was done, I lay myself down on the bed. I started face down, as he did, and he tickled my feet. He has gotten better at tickling me there. It feels SO good now. Naturally, I'm not ticklish on my feet, but he has found ways to do it. I grinned as he scribbled his nails all over, up and down my soles. He found a spot on the side of my ankle that makes me kick a little. He lingered there for a while, and traced his fingers up my legs to the backs of my thighs. He picked spots on my legs that tickle a lot for me, such as the backs of my knees and the backs of my thighs.
Afterward, I switched positions, and lay down on my back, and gripped the bars above my head on the headboard where his ankles had once gone through. He lightly traced his nails over my sides and tummy. I giggled and grinned with deep breaths in between. He lightly scribbled my underarms, and I gripped the bars tight. I could take it, and it felt great! Then he started pressing. He knows of this spot under my arms, where if you press there gently, I start bucking. He pressed around, and I laughed, keeping my arms up, until he hit that spot. I burst into laughter and snapped my arms down. For some reason, putting my arms down made it tickle even more, and I laughed louder and twisted.
He stopped to let me breathe, and he pulled my arms up again. I grabbed the headboard once again, and he started pressing again, sending me into hysterics. He hit that spot, and snapped my arms down again. And again, the transition of putting my arms down made it tickle more! I twisted and bucked. He laughed at me, and pulled my arm back up, and kept on tickling. No mercy this time. It tickled so bad! I pulled his fingers away at last, and he left me alone to pant.
Later on, our friend came over. The same one from the previous story. My boyfriend and I had plotted to gang up on him this time. We went to the garage to watch a move. Once it was popped in, and playing, my boyfriend wrestles him into a full Nelson, trapping his arms above his head. I stood in front of him. "OH NO!" he said, and I scribbled my nails into his armpits. He shrieked and pulled himself to the ground to sit. My boyfriend sat on the couch, as he continued to keep our friend from moving his arms.
I continued to tickle his underarms, and he cried out in intense laughter, and threw his head back. I tickled his neck and chin and he shook and shrieked again violently. I scribbled my nails down to his now bare tummy and sides, for his shirt was riding up. He laughed and gasped, and slowly started dying down, "Oooh! Actually, that feels good. Right there!" I mocked my fingers around the area and shot them back up to his underarms and he screamed once more. "Here?" He laughed and twisted, and my boyfriend finally let his arms go, tired from pulling.
He stood up and sighed "Alright, I'll be fair." He lifted his arms above his head, and I attacked his armpits. My boyfriend held his elbows to keep them from falling, and he sunk to the floor. I stroked my nails on his biceps and he squealed and tensed. I found a spot above his underarms and he screeched "AGHAHAA NO NOT THERE!!" He bucked and wiggled. I worked my elbows into his thighs, and my boyfriend used a free hand to tickle his armpit. He screamed and twisted, kicking and bucking in wild laughter.
Throughout the movie, we attacked him. At one point, our friend leaned against me like a backrest, and stretched his arms back. I pulled them up, and my boyfriend and I prodded his underarms, sending him back into his shaking fit of laughter.
Another time, he was sitting on the couch, and I stroked my nails slowly around his thighs and knees, and he kicked and stomped the ground, trying to shoe my hand away. "Oh god! That's a good spot.." he sighed.
"Where?" I asked.
He pointed around his inner thigh close to his knee, and under his thigh. I stroked my nails there and he shrieked and kicked once again. I barely touched him.
Later on, my friend tried to find my spots. He massaged my neck, and stroked it. I twitched for a while, but he wanted to make me laugh. He elbowed my knee and I yelled and laughed. My boyfriend stole me back, and tried to do the same thing. My friend tried to look for my spots for about 10 minutes. He was very gentle, and went over some spots but couldn't find the right technique. "I'll get you one day," he said.
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