Going into orbit.

[tj77]

Tonight I'm trying out my descriptive writing skills. Instead of relating a tickle tale in general form I'm going to focus on a detailed accounting of one part of a tickle session, shooting for maximum description of a smaller piece of time. The two accounts will be of me and my gf getting tickled at our limits or going into orbit as we call it. Both are from my perspective. I hope you enjoy.

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[tj77]

In a way, getting tickled was like an out of body experience. I laid there and my brain was in neutral. All that ran was reflex. Laughter poured out of me. I pulled at the ropes that held me. But it was all instinct. The thinking part of me did nothing. Besides being wrapped in the experience.

I laid there in just my jeans, it was winter time. My gf straddled my waist and her fingers, nails trimmed short, wriggled into my bare sides. Oh what a sensation. I twisted from side to side as best as I could but there was no escaping those fingers! The laughter poured. I was too tired to try fighting the urge to laugh. I just let it happen.

I couldn't see. The world was a blur. I had laughed so hard my eyes were teary. I had the blur, the weight of my gf on my hips, and her fingers.

The fingers marched up to my belly and I renewed my efforts at pulling on the ropes that held my hands and feet. But no escape. My abs spasmed as the fingers poked and scribbled. I was laughing harder now. The fingers danced my ticklishness out in uncontrolled laughter.

My mind was conflicted. It was a funny sensation. But oh how unbearable! I wanted her to stop! But what a fun ride! Wave after wave of creepy crawly sensations followed bursts of laughter.

A single finger swirled into my navel. My whole belly caved in. I strained to shake my hips and somehow escape the intruding finger. I couldn't get away. It poked and brushed over and over! And then came the realisation I couldn't breathe. I was being tickled too much to breathe in! My belly muscles were too conflicted. It was a scary moment.

But only a moment. My gf knew my limits and paused. I drew in a few quick breaths. But then the fingers returned!

I laughed helplessly on the bed. It wouldn't stop. The fingers danced snd drilled. I was laughing to hard to talk much. But inside my head spun. Ticklish feelings shot across my torso. I pulled and pulled. Inside my brain a voice ran "OH MY GOSH!!! OH THIS TICKLES!!! I CAN'T STAND IT!!! STOP!!! MAKE IT STOP!!! PLEASE STOP!!!

And then it was over. Suddenly no more tickles. Suddenly I could breathe. Eventually I could see. I saw the playful grin of my best friend, her awesome smile. I felt great. Even though seconds before I begged in my mind for it to stop I found it an amazing experience. My gf kissed my forehead. It was great.

Next - Her turn.

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[toymasters]

Let her have it!!

 

[tj77]

A nice spring evening. A rainshower drummed the windowsill. And my gf laid on the bed. She was neatly tied as I had been by the wrists and ankles. She wore a long t-shirt and panties. Her pretty hair was messy and her face was red from previous tickles. And the finale was about to start.

I lifted her shirt until her midriff was bare. I touched her soft skin with one finger. Goosebumps shivered along her skin. She smiled, eyes gleaming with playfulness and maybe a little fear. I traced along and her beautiful giggle came tinkling out. It was a lovely sound. I traced along her belly and drew more of it's delicate rhythm. Her skin fluttered and she trembled. I made a claw with my other hand. Her eyes grew wider still. Her giggles became nervous laughter as my hand came lower. I lifted my other hand and made two claws. I set them down on either side of her bellybutton and she waited in suspense.

I leaned down and blew on her stomach. Then, the claws attacked! She leaned her head back, pushed her thighs uo against me, and began to laugh. Her skin fluttered delightfully and she danced to my tickles. I wiggled my fingers deep. Her mouth opened wide and lovely laughter flowed through the room.

My hands slowly marched up. Past her bellybutton that bobbed as she wiggled around. Up her stomach. Pausing under her breasts and moving down. Now under her shirt, tickling each of her delicate ribs, squeezing gently. Her laughter wasn't so strong. But her head frantically shook no. She realized where the fingers were going. And up and up they went.

As they crawled into the hollows of her armpits, scribbling as they did, her whole behavior changed. Suddenly she began pulling at her wrists with great force. Her ankles also struggled to pull free. Her laughter became crazed. Her eyes shut. Her head lolled from side to side. I watched her fingers flail too as she pulled so frantically.

I stopped and she relaxed and breathed. Her breathing didn't stop but the laughter was still strenuous. I let her breathe while I readied two probing fingers on each hand. And when she was ready, I pressed and wiggled hard into those soft hollows.

Her eyes shut and she screamed. One scream and then her head flailed side to side as she shook with silent laughter. I wiggled my fingers. Her wrists pulled hard to lower her arms. For just a few seconds I kept her there in that one crazy place. Then I stopped. She breathed and I started again. Her face was red as she shrieked again. I heard the drum as her ankles sought freedom too. I stopped and started a third time. Another scream. I knew she was on the edge now. I kept her wrapped in tickles for a few seconds, paused, then pressed one last time. Then I worked back down her ribs and let her return to earth.

She was a wreck. Red faced. Sweaty. And gorgeous. She couldn't ever not be so. I gently untied her, rubbed her feet, and earned a hug.

Our crazy fun.

 

[robmic]

Sounds fantastic!

 

[milagros317]

Two wonderful scenes! Thank so much for sharing your experiences here. 😀