Camel26 said:
Val--GO GET HIM!!!! And, after much consideration, and an excellent time tied to my bed, I've come to the conclusion that I enjoy being held down by my ler instead of being tied up...being held down and just held while she tickles me is so much more intimate...and less intimidating for both of us...so that's my story!!! What have people's experiences been with massage oils on feet??? Just curious...🙂
In response to the question of enjoying being held down or tied up when tickled, I thought I'd share this interesting alternative I was fortunate enough to partake in. If you're still feeling blue, maybe this story will give you a smile!
Years ago, I became aquatinted with a young woman named Courtney, who was a freelancer where I worked. She was fun, lively and quite artistic! She had dark reddish hair, olive skin, a curvy figure, with an exotic kind of beauty, in that she was a mixture of Southern European and Asian descent. We got to know each other better as we often went out to lunch with others from our job, and sometimes drinks after work. She really grabbed my attention one evening when a group of us were having drinks at a bar across the street from work. I don't exactly know how the subject came up, but someone started talking about tickling. Courtney immediately perked up with, "Oh, you know, I'm really susceptible to that!", and giggled. You can imagine what that effect that would have on a ticklephile like me! Anyway, one day at work, Courtney asked if I'd like to come over her place for dinner. Of course I accepted, as I became very attracted to her. I went over to her place, about an hour or so after work. When she greeted me at the door, I must say I was pleased to see Courtney was not dressed in her usual conservative work clothes. With the small, spaghetti shoulder strap tank top she had on, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, as her ample breasts bounced and jiggled under the flimsy, gauzy material. Her top was short, revealing her smooth, soft belly, and her cut-off shorts showed off her curvy, shapely legs. Courtney had a small, but comfortable apartment, and we had a great time talking over the wine I brought and the pasta dinner she prepared. After dinner, we sat on her couch. I believe we were talking about yoga and exercise, when she started telling me the strangest thing! She explained that she was extremely double jointed, and could actually dislocate her shoulders from their sockets at will. I found this quite bizarre, and asked her if she could show me. She seemed to jump at the chance to demonstrate this weird, yet fascinating physical talent, and began to press down on her lovely bare left shoulder. Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound, and it was clear her left arm was completely free from her torso, as it just dangled...limp and loose! She smiled, "Look at this!" and pulled her limp arm all away around behind her back. "Courtney, your like a contortionist!" She laughed. "Can you do the same thing to your right arm?" "Yes", she explained, "But I need to do it this way." She proceeded to push her right shoulder against the back of the couch we were sitting on, until I heard that same "pop" noise. Then she turned to me; her two arms just dangling off her like wet noodles! "Wow...that is so weird! It's amazing!" Courtney laughed at my reaction, "Here, take my arms...lift them over my head!" I took her wrists and moved her arms. I never experienced anything like this! Her arms were like rubber, and it was clear she couldn't control them or move them herself, as they just flopped around. "Here, twist them behind my head." I followed her request, amazed at the rubbery looseness of her limbs. As I held her arms behind her head, crisscrossed at the elbows, I realized that Courtney was completely defenseless with her arms in this predicament! Suddenly, I acted on impulse, "Courtney, last week, I remember you saying that were ticklish!" She looked up at me with a kind of "mocked" horrific expression on her face, and I gently wiggled my fingers against her ribs. Her reaction was delightful as she immediately let out with girlish giggles and laughter, falling flat on her back on the couch. She started to kick with her legs, but I remedied that by sitting over hips and upper thighs. I placed her lifeless arms behind her head. As I looked down on her I thought, "what a glorious spectacle this is! This helpless ticklish beauty here to be enjoyed!" Courtney looked up at me, wide eyed, still giggling, her bosom heaving with anticipation! "What are you going to do to me?" she laughed in an almost taunting gesture, and I replied in my best Vincent Price voice, "Waahhahahaha...well now lets see?" and I began to lightly tickle her smooth, moist armpits. She was extremely ticklish there, just as I had imagined, and her reactions were simply intoxicating! Such wonderful giggly laughter and squeals! All she could do throw was her head from side to side, her torso squirming, her breasts quivering and shaking. I could feel her hips and thighs buck up and down under me, and it became beautifully clear that Courtney was enjoying this playful struggle. As my fingers danced their way up and down her sides, tickling her exposed waist and tummy, and teasing her belly button, her bucking hips began to slowly grind against me, an obviously indication that she was getting turned on. I continued to tease and tickle Courtney for some time, as she was really loving it! As I tickled her, I began to undress her, and she was becoming more and more aroused as I was doing this.
And to make a long story shorter, this led to a wonderful night of passion and pleasure! Of course, when it was time, Courtney was able to put her arms back in place and everything was fine. I found this part of her extremely erotic, and we found mutual pleasure in dislocating her shoulders during subsequent erotic tickling sessions. If there are such things as "tickle gods or goddesses", they were truly looking down on me, favorably. I consider myself quite lucky to have had that experience with Courtney!
Cheers,
Feathery
