inflight82
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During the last big snowstorm Ryan and I were hanging out around the house. We had the fireplace going and I was sitting on the couch. I felt Ryan kiss the top of my head and he sat down beside me. I leaned against him a bit as I scrolled on my phone. Then after a bit he slid down onto the floor.
I was barefoot and knew exactly where that was going and I pulled my legs back up and tucked them. Ryan made a disappointed sound and said "Not in the mood?" This was my chance to back out. I could say yes and he would respect that. I sat there with my feet tucked, thinking about it. Saying no would make him leave me alone. He's a good guy like that. But I was feeling playful.
I put my phone away and kept an eye on his hands. He saw that movement and grinned while his fingers curled. I put one foot down and yanked it right back up when he grabbed for it. I darted my foot out and gave him a little kick with my toes then dodged another grab. I feinted a couple of times and laughed. I picked my moment and went for another kick - and immediately had my ankle snagged.
I felt his fingers tickling the bottom of my foot and I started laughing. I wanted to kick at him but I knew that might give in my other foot. I kept my free foot pressed on the couch and rocked around. He was relentless. He was dragging his fingertips gently up and down which felt so irritating that my foot kept twisting in circles. I fell onto my side, just slapping the couch while the laugh spasms rocked me.
My foot slipped down and with a quick motion he had both of my ankles. I felt fingers drumming and dragging on both feet and I grabbed a couch cushion and swatted him. He took the cushion away and threw it out of reach then kept tickling me. I stopped fighting and just let myself laugh. But he was seriously in the mood. I laughed and kept laughing and finally shouted "Okay! Okay!" He let my feet go.
I was panting quickly and trying to get my breath back as he stood up and wiggled his fingers at me. I laughed a little and said "No!" I scooted back on the couch and he followed me and kept wiggling his fingers. I got up. I was still winded and moved around the couch while he followed me.
"You're trapped with me." Ryan teased. "No escape. All snowed in." He lunged forward and I pulled back and laughed. I kept backpedaling into the kitchen and he said "Where do you think you're going?" Then we were in the hall and I knew I was running out of room to retreat. He wiggled his fingers again and I laughed. As we got to the bedroom I lunged forward and tried to wrestle with him.
At first I tried getting past him to run. Then I tried keeping his hands away. He was overpowering me and trying to get his hands under my shirt. He didn't have a sweater on and I tickled him, trying to get him more defensive. He laughed and danced around. I was able to get around behind him and really tickle on his belly which had him for a short while. He was folding his body over my hand and laughing and I tried to get under his shirt. But he was eventually able to whip around and get free.
He pushed me and I fell back on the bed. He straddled me and grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. He was looking me up and down like he was thinking about what to do with me. I told him "You have to let go if you want to tickle." He kept looking at me and leaned down to kiss me and was getting more affectionate but I didn't trust that for a second. The moment he let go of my hands I dropped them down and got to my belly before he did. We both laughed as he tried to get past my defenses and under my sweater and shirt.
He pinned my hands again and I grinned at him. I knew I couldn't resist forever but I was going to be as much of a pain in the ass as possible. We had another tussle and he was eventually able to wrestle me out of my shirt and sweater. But when he pinned my hands a third time I saw he was breathing hard. I got another kiss and he just leaned on me and kept me there while resting.
The attack came and I swatted at his hands and they ducked and moved around and started squeezing my sides. I started laughing again and grabbed his hands. I couldn't stop him as he went from sides to belly. His fingers were digging into my abs and now I had that hard deep laughter going. I stopped fighting as much as I could manage and tried to let him have his fun. I even summoned the will to lift my arms up and he dug down into my core and made me laugh from deep within the belly.
He worked on my abs for a bit but then I noticed his fingers were going below my bellybutton and the panic hit. "No! Fuck you!" I shouted through my laughter and I grabbed his hands again. We struggled and I smacked at his arms and tried to keep them away as he unbuttoned my jeans and bared the spot under my navel. "You can tie me up! I'll suck your dick! I'll do the shoveling!" I kept babbling pleas and proposals until his hand formed into a mouth shape and shot down to my skin. I grabbed his wrist and tried to hold it back. But he leaned his weight on me and I just got to watch his hand get closer and closer.
When I felt his hand start squeezing like a Pac Man mouth that jolt hit me hard. An insane laugh urge and completely unbearable ticklyness. I started cackling and then I didn't have the strength to fight. My hands went to my face as I lost and I twisted and wiggled and kicked. I wanted so much to get away from that evil hand. I like the sensation of being tickled but this was just overload. Like eating a spoon full of salt instead of a salted steak. I laughed so hard it was an ordeal just to get a breath in.
I twisted on the bed and got very violent with his arm. I slapped it, punched at it, tried to use my fingernails on it even though they weren't very long. I put my hands on my forehead, just laughing my head off and feeling overwhelmed. I tried to beg with half spoken words and then tried violence again. I tried to find a spot to dig my heels in so I could push up. Anything to escape that fucking hand. I felt like a trapped mouse. I couldn't breathe enough to laugh properly. He lifted his hand and gave me a few seconds to grab some deep breaths and then went right back at it.
I grabbed his arm with both hands and put every ounce of strength into pushing his hand back. I just managed to push it up about an inch then it came right back down. I put my hands to my face and then swatted at the air, getting flustered. I tried begging again but I was too incoherent. I closed my eyes, thinking "oh my gosh STOP!" My heels were sliding on the comforter. I was sweating now. My hands went to my face again, cupping my face like I was embarrassed, trying to wipe some sweat away and cope. Once again I got a break.
Before I even caught my breath I was saying "Please no more. Please no more. I'll do anything. I give up." And then that damn hand came back and I managed "I'll fucking do whatever!" before being stuck in laughter again. Full on deep belly laughter going as hard as it could come out. I was making shooing motions as if that would do any good. Then my hands went to my head like I had a headache. I had this huge laugh spasm. It just ripped out of me. Wild laughter and I was just about wishing I could strangle him. I was sweating harder.
And then he stopped. I panted deep breaths and took my glasses off to set them aside. He scooted me around and started getting affectionate with me again. I gave a tired laugh and said "You're a dick." He kept kissing me and trying to get me to smile (naturally) and he got a laugh out of me. He curled up behind me and pulled me into a hug, back to chest. He laced his fingers in mine and squeezed. I laughed again and said "No. You are a prick!" He started poking me. I tried grabbing at his hand and started giggling. His finger buzzed around in my bellybutton and I laughed and said "Knock it off!" I grabbed his hand and he let me push it away and kissed the back of my head. He settled down after that.
I was barefoot and knew exactly where that was going and I pulled my legs back up and tucked them. Ryan made a disappointed sound and said "Not in the mood?" This was my chance to back out. I could say yes and he would respect that. I sat there with my feet tucked, thinking about it. Saying no would make him leave me alone. He's a good guy like that. But I was feeling playful.
I put my phone away and kept an eye on his hands. He saw that movement and grinned while his fingers curled. I put one foot down and yanked it right back up when he grabbed for it. I darted my foot out and gave him a little kick with my toes then dodged another grab. I feinted a couple of times and laughed. I picked my moment and went for another kick - and immediately had my ankle snagged.
I felt his fingers tickling the bottom of my foot and I started laughing. I wanted to kick at him but I knew that might give in my other foot. I kept my free foot pressed on the couch and rocked around. He was relentless. He was dragging his fingertips gently up and down which felt so irritating that my foot kept twisting in circles. I fell onto my side, just slapping the couch while the laugh spasms rocked me.
My foot slipped down and with a quick motion he had both of my ankles. I felt fingers drumming and dragging on both feet and I grabbed a couch cushion and swatted him. He took the cushion away and threw it out of reach then kept tickling me. I stopped fighting and just let myself laugh. But he was seriously in the mood. I laughed and kept laughing and finally shouted "Okay! Okay!" He let my feet go.
I was panting quickly and trying to get my breath back as he stood up and wiggled his fingers at me. I laughed a little and said "No!" I scooted back on the couch and he followed me and kept wiggling his fingers. I got up. I was still winded and moved around the couch while he followed me.
"You're trapped with me." Ryan teased. "No escape. All snowed in." He lunged forward and I pulled back and laughed. I kept backpedaling into the kitchen and he said "Where do you think you're going?" Then we were in the hall and I knew I was running out of room to retreat. He wiggled his fingers again and I laughed. As we got to the bedroom I lunged forward and tried to wrestle with him.
At first I tried getting past him to run. Then I tried keeping his hands away. He was overpowering me and trying to get his hands under my shirt. He didn't have a sweater on and I tickled him, trying to get him more defensive. He laughed and danced around. I was able to get around behind him and really tickle on his belly which had him for a short while. He was folding his body over my hand and laughing and I tried to get under his shirt. But he was eventually able to whip around and get free.
He pushed me and I fell back on the bed. He straddled me and grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. He was looking me up and down like he was thinking about what to do with me. I told him "You have to let go if you want to tickle." He kept looking at me and leaned down to kiss me and was getting more affectionate but I didn't trust that for a second. The moment he let go of my hands I dropped them down and got to my belly before he did. We both laughed as he tried to get past my defenses and under my sweater and shirt.
He pinned my hands again and I grinned at him. I knew I couldn't resist forever but I was going to be as much of a pain in the ass as possible. We had another tussle and he was eventually able to wrestle me out of my shirt and sweater. But when he pinned my hands a third time I saw he was breathing hard. I got another kiss and he just leaned on me and kept me there while resting.
The attack came and I swatted at his hands and they ducked and moved around and started squeezing my sides. I started laughing again and grabbed his hands. I couldn't stop him as he went from sides to belly. His fingers were digging into my abs and now I had that hard deep laughter going. I stopped fighting as much as I could manage and tried to let him have his fun. I even summoned the will to lift my arms up and he dug down into my core and made me laugh from deep within the belly.
He worked on my abs for a bit but then I noticed his fingers were going below my bellybutton and the panic hit. "No! Fuck you!" I shouted through my laughter and I grabbed his hands again. We struggled and I smacked at his arms and tried to keep them away as he unbuttoned my jeans and bared the spot under my navel. "You can tie me up! I'll suck your dick! I'll do the shoveling!" I kept babbling pleas and proposals until his hand formed into a mouth shape and shot down to my skin. I grabbed his wrist and tried to hold it back. But he leaned his weight on me and I just got to watch his hand get closer and closer.
When I felt his hand start squeezing like a Pac Man mouth that jolt hit me hard. An insane laugh urge and completely unbearable ticklyness. I started cackling and then I didn't have the strength to fight. My hands went to my face as I lost and I twisted and wiggled and kicked. I wanted so much to get away from that evil hand. I like the sensation of being tickled but this was just overload. Like eating a spoon full of salt instead of a salted steak. I laughed so hard it was an ordeal just to get a breath in.
I twisted on the bed and got very violent with his arm. I slapped it, punched at it, tried to use my fingernails on it even though they weren't very long. I put my hands on my forehead, just laughing my head off and feeling overwhelmed. I tried to beg with half spoken words and then tried violence again. I tried to find a spot to dig my heels in so I could push up. Anything to escape that fucking hand. I felt like a trapped mouse. I couldn't breathe enough to laugh properly. He lifted his hand and gave me a few seconds to grab some deep breaths and then went right back at it.
I grabbed his arm with both hands and put every ounce of strength into pushing his hand back. I just managed to push it up about an inch then it came right back down. I put my hands to my face and then swatted at the air, getting flustered. I tried begging again but I was too incoherent. I closed my eyes, thinking "oh my gosh STOP!" My heels were sliding on the comforter. I was sweating now. My hands went to my face again, cupping my face like I was embarrassed, trying to wipe some sweat away and cope. Once again I got a break.
Before I even caught my breath I was saying "Please no more. Please no more. I'll do anything. I give up." And then that damn hand came back and I managed "I'll fucking do whatever!" before being stuck in laughter again. Full on deep belly laughter going as hard as it could come out. I was making shooing motions as if that would do any good. Then my hands went to my head like I had a headache. I had this huge laugh spasm. It just ripped out of me. Wild laughter and I was just about wishing I could strangle him. I was sweating harder.
And then he stopped. I panted deep breaths and took my glasses off to set them aside. He scooted me around and started getting affectionate with me again. I gave a tired laugh and said "You're a dick." He kept kissing me and trying to get me to smile (naturally) and he got a laugh out of me. He curled up behind me and pulled me into a hug, back to chest. He laced his fingers in mine and squeezed. I laughed again and said "No. You are a prick!" He started poking me. I tried grabbing at his hand and started giggling. His finger buzzed around in my bellybutton and I laughed and said "Knock it off!" I grabbed his hand and he let me push it away and kissed the back of my head. He settled down after that.
