Desparting297
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Ok, I've been dating my boyfriend for over a month now and I have never been so happy with anyone like I am with him. From the first day we dated he always snuck tickles on me and he found out about my ticklishness all on his own (clever guy lol), and since then he's always been tickling me and I don't even have to provoke him, he just willingly invites himself but hey I'm not complaining 😉 and just recently about a couple weeks ago, I told him my interest for tickling and me being a member of TMF, to which he was understanding and down to earth about, which is one of the things I love about him is that he's not judgemental.
So anyway, we've had our fair share of tickle fights and the weekend that just past was a pretty good event. We had met up to go for a walk about in Central London, every now and then he would give me quick tickles here and there and he wouldn't care if I fell flat on my arse in the street from laughing, he would tickle me right then and there even in public lol. We came to a really nice park and just sat and chilled out for a bit, we started joking around with each other and I started calling him a Wotsit (which is cheese flavourite crisps in England) mainly because he's ginger and he's always making fun of himself for it and I do the same, but when my sarcasm goes awol he'll tickle the shit out of me. So for what I called him, he pinned me down on the ground with my arms above my head and tickled my underarms and I was going absolute ape shit with laughter and kicking about but he managed to hold me down pretty good. I screamed out his first name at him to stop and that was a big no no in his book, he prefers to be called by his abreviated name rather than his full name and he tickles me every time I say his full name. But this just got me into so much trouble. He lifted up my t-shirt and I was dreading what came next.....raspberries!!! I went CRAAAAAAAAAAZY and was literally in tears from laughing so hard, having that and being tickled on my side at the same time while his other hand was still holding my arms above my head. He lifted his head a little and asked me what his name was again and I was laughing so much I couldn't answer properly, and he blew more raspberries because I was taking too long to answer him. After a pretty long time, more than a few minutes, he eventually stopped. I was laying there panting for breath whilst he was laughing at me finding the situation hilarious.
An hour or so later after leaving the park we came to a place called Trafalgar Square (I'm sure most of you know of it) and we climbed up where the Lion statues were and sat there for a bit, him sat behind me hugging me while we watched around us. We were talking about stuff and he said something sarcastic to me and I took a dig to his thigh with my elbow which made him squirm a bit and this just made him want to get back at me so he wrapped his legs around my waist so I couldn't get away and locked my arms behind me. He then managed to get his hands to tickle my underarms, ribs and sides for maybe about a minute or two. I was screaming out so many apologies I couldnt even keep count lol and the tickling ended there.
My boyfriend walked me to the train station so I could go home towards the end of the evening, a sad goodbye but until the next time....😉 😀
So anyway, we've had our fair share of tickle fights and the weekend that just past was a pretty good event. We had met up to go for a walk about in Central London, every now and then he would give me quick tickles here and there and he wouldn't care if I fell flat on my arse in the street from laughing, he would tickle me right then and there even in public lol. We came to a really nice park and just sat and chilled out for a bit, we started joking around with each other and I started calling him a Wotsit (which is cheese flavourite crisps in England) mainly because he's ginger and he's always making fun of himself for it and I do the same, but when my sarcasm goes awol he'll tickle the shit out of me. So for what I called him, he pinned me down on the ground with my arms above my head and tickled my underarms and I was going absolute ape shit with laughter and kicking about but he managed to hold me down pretty good. I screamed out his first name at him to stop and that was a big no no in his book, he prefers to be called by his abreviated name rather than his full name and he tickles me every time I say his full name. But this just got me into so much trouble. He lifted up my t-shirt and I was dreading what came next.....raspberries!!! I went CRAAAAAAAAAAZY and was literally in tears from laughing so hard, having that and being tickled on my side at the same time while his other hand was still holding my arms above my head. He lifted his head a little and asked me what his name was again and I was laughing so much I couldn't answer properly, and he blew more raspberries because I was taking too long to answer him. After a pretty long time, more than a few minutes, he eventually stopped. I was laying there panting for breath whilst he was laughing at me finding the situation hilarious.
An hour or so later after leaving the park we came to a place called Trafalgar Square (I'm sure most of you know of it) and we climbed up where the Lion statues were and sat there for a bit, him sat behind me hugging me while we watched around us. We were talking about stuff and he said something sarcastic to me and I took a dig to his thigh with my elbow which made him squirm a bit and this just made him want to get back at me so he wrapped his legs around my waist so I couldn't get away and locked my arms behind me. He then managed to get his hands to tickle my underarms, ribs and sides for maybe about a minute or two. I was screaming out so many apologies I couldnt even keep count lol and the tickling ended there.
My boyfriend walked me to the train station so I could go home towards the end of the evening, a sad goodbye but until the next time....😉 😀
