Laughing of a Ticklish Woman
When tickling, what reaction do you like the most from the 'lee in terms of the laughter produced? eg. giggling? squealing? cackling?
and also what is it about this type of reaction that you love?
Isn't this one of those glorious questions that lets you shorten the miles of a long trip just contemplating? And how would you like to be caught in the clutches of a guy with the tickle fetish so the more desperately you react the better it feels for him...so the more enthusiastic his tickling...so you move beside yourself...and it makes him feel even better...and you know what you are doing...to yourself really...but can't stop...
I love it when tickling is almost beside the point, and she starts to giggle and can't make her point. Then she starts to laugh and orders me to stop. Then she laughs harder and screams that she can't breathe. Now her ribs and breasts and armpits are no longer hers but mine...tickling and the everlasting laughing exhale is her entire universe except her eyes open wider that they can, and she has to try to shake her head...
My brain doesn't turn on in the morning 'til about 9 AM. Yet I don't believe in preparation. Somehow I stumble around and manage to get dressed, and most days my socks are the same color. The wife, on the other hand, is thorough in her preparation. At night, she lays out everything she will wear the next morning. She also arranges her towels near the shower just so...for maximum morning efficiency. I generally shower up before bed.
The other night she got ready for bed. I finished watching CSI (one or the other of them) and went to take a shower. I thought it was nice of her to lay out one of her best towels for me. I went to the bedroom as she made her final rounds before joining me. Well!!! You'd have thought I shaved the cat!!! She came storming into the bed room and told me in that way that women can that part of my job is to not touch....NOT TOUCH her things that she had so carefully prepared...DARN IT!!!
Well, it had been a long one and I was in no mood. So I just took her by the shoulders and laid her flat on the bed. She said don't I dare! Her legs were off the bed at the knee. She raised one foot and said she would HURT ME! I just caught her ankles and locked them between my legs so she could not HURT ME and started to poke and play just above her hips.
She started to giggle but wasn't about to lose her train of thought or control! She said don't now and thanks to me she wasn't in the mood! So I simply tickled her lower ribs and she lost control and started to laugh and scream. Or she tried to scream. Geez! I love it when a woman tries to scream but it comes out laughing! I was now "in the mood."
So I tickled my way up her ribs, and her laughing was as grand as it gets. I asked her what the problem was and she laughed harder. Her laughing was beside the point. I think she lost her point somewhere in there as I finally located her armpits.
I could feel her trying to get me with her feet, but held on for dear life. My arms are longer than hers so she tried to slap me but only flailed.
It's so fun to tickle like this. She managed to scream I could have any of her towels I wanted. Yet she was laughing that delightful laugh when she is trying so hard to tell me by ever harder laughing to stop.
It's that laughing that a ticklish wife uses as a way to talk to me and gets more serious with every breath that gets better by the second. Besides the laughing I have always loved thinking about what my wife is thinking at that exact moment when she knows that her ribs and breasts and armpits are no longer the tiniest bit hers but mine, all mine. Are a woman's ribs and armpits and breasts her things or mine? Hmmmm...
For the last couple of nights, though, I haven't used any towel that she has laid out for herself.
