RedPyramidDoll
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This is a short little story, but true. My husband is a CNA (as am I) and he works evenings. When he gets home he's very tired and loves to cuddle. Lately I've been sick with some silly cold, and don't move as much, meaning perfect time for his tickling. He's an upperbody tickler and loves to mess with my tummy. (Pics of my stomach and feet in profile. Feel free to comment.) He got playful and asked me where the playstation controller was. "Well, I don't know." I said. "Oh?" He grabbed my foot and began tickling it mercilessly, I counted to ten. (That's usually how long the foot tickles last. I'm deathly ticklish and can't stand it almost.) I begged after he kept tickling it for a good minute or two. "I asked where it was. Go look over the couch." I got weak with laughter trying to look over the arm of the couch, unable to find it, while his fingers kept drilling into my foot, in between my toes (A killer spot.) and my heels. I was laughing so hard my face was red. He grinned and kept tickling, when I saw a light from under his leg. "It's under you!" I cried breathlessly. He smirked. "Yeah? And?" He drilled into my arches and my toes, coochie-cooing, and tickle tickle tickling for another 5 minutes until he finally stopped, and pulled me into his arms, leaving kissing tickles on my neck, and light strokes on my tummy. He held me and occasionally went back to my tummy, and eventually we fell asleep together.
