EmbraceSerenity
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So yesterday I was in a lot of pain. Was my time of the month, god awful cramps, I felt lousy. I think at one point, I came onto chat here and tried to take my mind off it, but it was not helping. I mentioned to my boyfriend how awful I felt, and he said to me, "would a tummy rub help?" and I said, "yes it would..." and so he finished up work, got on the train and travelled to see me... 🙂
So he came to mine, I was a bit sore, so we sat on the sofa, and he proceeded to rub my tummy. His hands were lovely and warm, and he alternated between gentle pressures on my tummy, and rubbing softly with his fingers. I smiled, I cooed gently, it was great and with every firm stroke, I felt the pain disappear. It certainly was fantastic pain relief.
Being sore and a bit weak, we couldn't really get too intimate but we had some time so after dinner, we went upstairs and lay in bed for a while. He said to me, "just lay on me, you'll feel better." So I lay back onto his chest and stretched my arms. I was wearing this short sleeved pink dress with little pockets, and as I lay back and relaxed I felt his hands slide into my bare underarms. Thinking nothing of it, I relaxed and sighed and had my hands tucked by his sides, his arms entwined in them. I started to feel his fingers flicking up and down my bare armpits, and before I could take my arms away, he had them pinned between his arms and his fingers continued to wiggle up and down quickly.
He commented recently, how he noticed that a bit of tickling soon gets me hot very quickly and he had a smile on his face, as he began to tickle up and down and I writhed and squirmed, giggling like crazy, unable to move much against his weight. Keeping my arms held tight he lifted my dress up above my chest and pulled my bra down as I pleaded with him not to.
"Are you enjoying yourself? Do you feel better?" He teased as his fingers started to lightly flick against my nipples. He knows this drives me crazy, and already I wriggled and moaned, between giggles, "no! I'm not!" to which he laughed. He crossed his hands across my breasts, wiggling madly against the sides of my bare boobs and then he buried his face in and licked the bare skin as I howled with laughter. "let me go!" I squealed.
His hands moved down to my sides and his fingers started to dart patterns and light circles, and I squirmed against him, still trying to get away.
"Still in pain? Eh?" He teased me again, as I was unable to reply much, aside from a girlish scream. Digging into my ribs, I howled and screamed. He was waiting for me to give up, but I certainly didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
Again he returned to my underarms, as he altered between scratching and stroking my armpits, and flicking his nails against my nipples and chest, and he leaned over, straddling me now facing me. He tried to kiss me, but I laughed trying to avoid his face, so he dug again, into my breasts, now trapping my entire upper body and he tickled and tickled, and I thrashed as much as I can.
"Ok ok, I give up, please stop!" I finally erupted, but he didn't hear me, he was still in the midst of tickling my nipples until I blushed with embarrassment, tossing and turning until he did stop and smirked at me. "How do you feel now, sweetheart?"
I grin, and smirk, "well the pain is gone..." and he laughs, stroking my cheek gently, "I knew it would help."
So he came to mine, I was a bit sore, so we sat on the sofa, and he proceeded to rub my tummy. His hands were lovely and warm, and he alternated between gentle pressures on my tummy, and rubbing softly with his fingers. I smiled, I cooed gently, it was great and with every firm stroke, I felt the pain disappear. It certainly was fantastic pain relief.
Being sore and a bit weak, we couldn't really get too intimate but we had some time so after dinner, we went upstairs and lay in bed for a while. He said to me, "just lay on me, you'll feel better." So I lay back onto his chest and stretched my arms. I was wearing this short sleeved pink dress with little pockets, and as I lay back and relaxed I felt his hands slide into my bare underarms. Thinking nothing of it, I relaxed and sighed and had my hands tucked by his sides, his arms entwined in them. I started to feel his fingers flicking up and down my bare armpits, and before I could take my arms away, he had them pinned between his arms and his fingers continued to wiggle up and down quickly.
He commented recently, how he noticed that a bit of tickling soon gets me hot very quickly and he had a smile on his face, as he began to tickle up and down and I writhed and squirmed, giggling like crazy, unable to move much against his weight. Keeping my arms held tight he lifted my dress up above my chest and pulled my bra down as I pleaded with him not to.
"Are you enjoying yourself? Do you feel better?" He teased as his fingers started to lightly flick against my nipples. He knows this drives me crazy, and already I wriggled and moaned, between giggles, "no! I'm not!" to which he laughed. He crossed his hands across my breasts, wiggling madly against the sides of my bare boobs and then he buried his face in and licked the bare skin as I howled with laughter. "let me go!" I squealed.
His hands moved down to my sides and his fingers started to dart patterns and light circles, and I squirmed against him, still trying to get away.
"Still in pain? Eh?" He teased me again, as I was unable to reply much, aside from a girlish scream. Digging into my ribs, I howled and screamed. He was waiting for me to give up, but I certainly didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
Again he returned to my underarms, as he altered between scratching and stroking my armpits, and flicking his nails against my nipples and chest, and he leaned over, straddling me now facing me. He tried to kiss me, but I laughed trying to avoid his face, so he dug again, into my breasts, now trapping my entire upper body and he tickled and tickled, and I thrashed as much as I can.
"Ok ok, I give up, please stop!" I finally erupted, but he didn't hear me, he was still in the midst of tickling my nipples until I blushed with embarrassment, tossing and turning until he did stop and smirked at me. "How do you feel now, sweetheart?"
I grin, and smirk, "well the pain is gone..." and he laughs, stroking my cheek gently, "I knew it would help."
