Sunriseticklee
4th Level Orange Feather
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Ok.... A month or so ago, I posted about a man/ friend who told me all about how ticklish he was and where- UNPROMPTED. 💁🏾♀️😂
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So I was sort of forced to admit to him that I was ticklish a couple of nights ago. 🙄😁
Get this.... Totally inappropriate, by the way....
I was helping him paint, and he reached for my lower hip. When he touched me, I squealed and pulled away. He gets irritated like my response was utterly ridiculous.
He says, "Please!!!!" like he's exasperated, and of course, that makes me laugh more. I look down and he's trying to stuff a towel in my waistband. Basically, he is pulling my leggings towards him with me still in them.
I struggle to stand still, and say, "I didn't know what you were trying to do!" He goes painstakingly slow. His fingers are poking me gently, and he is tickling the hell out of my hip and my lower belly at the same time.
Finally, I lose it. I'm giggling loudly. I throw my knee up to block him, and I scurry away.
He has a slightly confused look. I attempt to regain my composure. I softly mumble something about being extremely ticklish.
It was kinda funny, but it is HIS fault. I'm not sure why he was so irritated at me when he is the one who fucking dug his fingers into my "pants". 🤦🏿♀️
I liked getting tickled, though. 😩
AND, I loved irritating him. 😂😂😂
(more than the tickles)
.
So I was sort of forced to admit to him that I was ticklish a couple of nights ago. 🙄😁
Get this.... Totally inappropriate, by the way....
I was helping him paint, and he reached for my lower hip. When he touched me, I squealed and pulled away. He gets irritated like my response was utterly ridiculous.
He says, "Please!!!!" like he's exasperated, and of course, that makes me laugh more. I look down and he's trying to stuff a towel in my waistband. Basically, he is pulling my leggings towards him with me still in them.
I struggle to stand still, and say, "I didn't know what you were trying to do!" He goes painstakingly slow. His fingers are poking me gently, and he is tickling the hell out of my hip and my lower belly at the same time.
Finally, I lose it. I'm giggling loudly. I throw my knee up to block him, and I scurry away.
He has a slightly confused look. I attempt to regain my composure. I softly mumble something about being extremely ticklish.
It was kinda funny, but it is HIS fault. I'm not sure why he was so irritated at me when he is the one who fucking dug his fingers into my "pants". 🤦🏿♀️
I liked getting tickled, though. 😩
AND, I loved irritating him. 😂😂😂
(more than the tickles)
