I used to have tickling dreams until my gf confessed to like being tickled, and then they suddenly stopped (heck if I know why), but anyways, there is a certain one that I remember clearly enough that I can close my eyes and see some flashes of it. My mind must have been working pretty hard since it's a rather long dream for the 5 hours of sleep I got that night.
I remember staying inside a really big castle during a storm. When I walked through the front door I was greeted by 3... interesting women. One had beautiful angel wings and wore a long white robe, the second had little devil horns and was completely naked, and the third was a normal woman wearing only a bikini (good evil and neutral respectively) . All of them had the most beautiful bodies my mind could imagine. They told me that by the time I left I would have to choose one of them, and she would be my personal tickle slave for the rest of eternity. I tied them all down to the many beds in the castle and tickled them until they were all too tired to laugh or move.. I ended up choosing the angel because I could harmlessly remove some of the feathers on her wings and tickle her with them (they proved to be more effective than even the electric toothbrushes and my mouth, as she wet herself, and became a sobbing, begging mess within minutes nearly every time I used them), they didn't seem to get in the way, and the clothing didn't actually matter because they were all naked when I was tickling them 😉.
It was one of the best dreams I've ever had, and I'm glad that I remember most of it. I'm actually tempted to write a story that elaborates on it, but have never found the time/motivation. After all, why would I write a story about tickling when I live near a woman who is more than willing to be tied up and tickled mercilessly?
I remember staying inside a really big castle during a storm. When I walked through the front door I was greeted by 3... interesting women. One had beautiful angel wings and wore a long white robe, the second had little devil horns and was completely naked, and the third was a normal woman wearing only a bikini (good evil and neutral respectively) . All of them had the most beautiful bodies my mind could imagine. They told me that by the time I left I would have to choose one of them, and she would be my personal tickle slave for the rest of eternity. I tied them all down to the many beds in the castle and tickled them until they were all too tired to laugh or move.. I ended up choosing the angel because I could harmlessly remove some of the feathers on her wings and tickle her with them (they proved to be more effective than even the electric toothbrushes and my mouth, as she wet herself, and became a sobbing, begging mess within minutes nearly every time I used them), they didn't seem to get in the way, and the clothing didn't actually matter because they were all naked when I was tickling them 😉.
It was one of the best dreams I've ever had, and I'm glad that I remember most of it. I'm actually tempted to write a story that elaborates on it, but have never found the time/motivation. After all, why would I write a story about tickling when I live near a woman who is more than willing to be tied up and tickled mercilessly?