I am so ticklish that _______ .

[SadCuzNotTcklsh]

.... I need to be tied down for the safety of the tickler.

I like that one!

 

[SadCuzNotTcklsh]

HA!! Yes I love the search function! 🙂

Anybody care to bring this old topic back to life?

 

[bethaknee]

I once had an old play partner joke that I was so ticklish that you couldn't even sneeze without tickling me. I thought that was rather funny...maybe not entirely untrue. 😉

 

[A/S/H]

I'm so ticklish that poking my sides can have me crying with laughter in a few seconds

 

[luvgirlsfeet]

I'm so ticklish that just thinking of being tickled makes me want it even more

 

[Shytickler109]

I once had an old play partner joke that I was so ticklish that you couldn't even sneeze without tickling me. I thought that was rather funny...maybe not entirely untrue. 😉

No it's not untrue [emoji6]

 

[TicklishBlackGuy]

I'm so ticklish that I begin to gain strength from it

 

[booknerd]

I'm so ticklish that I start giggling if you even wiggle your fingers in my direction.

 

[TicklingTips]

That it's surprising I even let people tickle me!

 

[ManicSymphony]

I'm so ticklish, that when my feet itch, it tickles just THINKING about scratching them.

 

[TickledToLife]

I'm so ticklish that I start giggling if you even wiggle your fingers in my direction and then I start helplessly laughing and then I crumple to the ground on my laughter weakened legs.

If you mention the word "tickling" I flinch in delightfully agonizing giggles. 😀


My skin is so sensitive that if I wear safari shirts and cargo pants with big buttons on them and I start walking, the big buttons wiggling down the front of my shirt and the big buttons wiggling down the front of my cargo pants and also the big buttons wiggling on the pockets send me into giggles.

My twisting and turning in frantic giggles make the big buttons tickle all the more until my laughter weakened knees give way and I crumple to the grass in helpless cackling.

The grass stroking my big buttons tickles me all the more and I make a frantic effort to escape making the big buttons wiggle even more and tickle me even more.

Soon, my wide white grin shines in my hot flushed face as tears of laughter pour down my hot cheeks.

I manage to turn on to my back, which protects all the big buttons down the front of my shirt and cargo pants, but the grass strokes the big buttons on my rear pockets making me squeal and break into contortions of hysterical laughter. So much so, that I flip over onto my stomach again, now the grass strokes all the big buttons down my front and tickles me into agonizingly pleasurable hysterical cackling.

... 😀