tickleguy55
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So I just joined this forum and I figured I would share one of many true stories from my past.
Back in college I dated a girl who we'll call Aubrey for the sake of a random name. She was about 5'8", thin, auburn hair and a freckled face. As I learned, quickly, she was extremely ticklish, just about everywhere. Her feet were her worst spot, she couldn't even stand to let me give her a foot massage. I used to tickle her from time to time, and she absolutely hated it. I was a bit caught between wanting to tickle her and also wanting to respect how much she disliked it.
Anyway, one day I had a suggestion, why doesn't she tickle me? She was a bit apprehensive at first, but she agreed and tied my hands with a red bandanna. I was shirtless, and she straddled me and proceeded to get to work. She started by gently running her fingers along the inside of my arms from the wrist to the underarm...that alone was enough to get me giggling and squirming. Her eyes lit up..."this is fun, it's like getting revenge!"
She was no longer apprehensive, she went to town on my upper body, from under the arms to the stomach to the sides to the neck and back again, her hands were all over as I laughed hysterically and she squealed in total delight.
The torture didn't last too long, I think she could tell the effect it was having on my as she felt me get turned on. She kissed down my body until she got to my boxers and slid them down. "Are you ticklish here?" she asked as she wiggled her fingers down there a bit. It did tickle, but she went to work with her mouth instead. Afterward, she said it was a reward for letting her tickle me. I didn't complain, but the tickles themselves were reward enough!
Back in college I dated a girl who we'll call Aubrey for the sake of a random name. She was about 5'8", thin, auburn hair and a freckled face. As I learned, quickly, she was extremely ticklish, just about everywhere. Her feet were her worst spot, she couldn't even stand to let me give her a foot massage. I used to tickle her from time to time, and she absolutely hated it. I was a bit caught between wanting to tickle her and also wanting to respect how much she disliked it.
Anyway, one day I had a suggestion, why doesn't she tickle me? She was a bit apprehensive at first, but she agreed and tied my hands with a red bandanna. I was shirtless, and she straddled me and proceeded to get to work. She started by gently running her fingers along the inside of my arms from the wrist to the underarm...that alone was enough to get me giggling and squirming. Her eyes lit up..."this is fun, it's like getting revenge!"
She was no longer apprehensive, she went to town on my upper body, from under the arms to the stomach to the sides to the neck and back again, her hands were all over as I laughed hysterically and she squealed in total delight.
The torture didn't last too long, I think she could tell the effect it was having on my as she felt me get turned on. She kissed down my body until she got to my boxers and slid them down. "Are you ticklish here?" she asked as she wiggled her fingers down there a bit. It did tickle, but she went to work with her mouth instead. Afterward, she said it was a reward for letting her tickle me. I didn't complain, but the tickles themselves were reward enough!
