hollygolightly
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Little moments with my now ex-boyfriend
The first time he tickled me:
We were lying on his couch, it was pretty late already. I was lying in his arms with my head on his chest. He was caressing my back and at some point gently let his fingers wander along my sides, which made me squirm. At this point he asked "Am I tickling you?" and for some reason I was kind of embarrassed, but I said yes. He replied "I didn't know I had such power..." and started to properly tickle my sides and I immediately started to squirm more and laugh. I asked him to stop (not that I wanted him to, just a reflex) and eventually he did and said "Ok, I'll stop." But two seconds later he said "Just kidding" and started tickling me again (which I loved, of course). When he stopped he whispered "Am I not merciful?" into my ear, which is from a scene in Gladiator we had talked about. I then tried to get some revenge but failed to get a reaction out of him. He said that most of it was psychological, the threat, knowing that it could happen any time (meanwhile his hand was slowing wandering towards my armpit), "finding a particularly sensitive spot", which my armpit certainly was. When I said I'd go home (we lived very near each other on campus), he said "Aww, I was just starting to have fun".
From that on he tickled me almost every time I saw him, which was basically every day. We had lots of playful fun with him trying to find a way of trapping me or holding me down that would allow him free access to my armpits. Or he would just tickle my belly or my sides, or my feet, which always worked. Mostly when he wanted to kick me out of his bed at night or in the morning to wake me up. On several occasions I actually fell out of bed or accidentally hit him. Or sometimes to get me to tell him something I didn't want to tell. Sometimes we played little games like me trying to bear it and be quiet (which I never managed). He also liked to tell me that I had to be quiet because the girl living above would hear me. Once he was talking on the phone to someone while I was there and I put my feet in his lap. He kept gently stroking and tickling them throughout the conversation; I kept pulling them away because it was unbearable, then putting them back for more.
I really had no idea how ticklish I truly am basically everywhere until I met him.
The first time he tickled me:
We were lying on his couch, it was pretty late already. I was lying in his arms with my head on his chest. He was caressing my back and at some point gently let his fingers wander along my sides, which made me squirm. At this point he asked "Am I tickling you?" and for some reason I was kind of embarrassed, but I said yes. He replied "I didn't know I had such power..." and started to properly tickle my sides and I immediately started to squirm more and laugh. I asked him to stop (not that I wanted him to, just a reflex) and eventually he did and said "Ok, I'll stop." But two seconds later he said "Just kidding" and started tickling me again (which I loved, of course). When he stopped he whispered "Am I not merciful?" into my ear, which is from a scene in Gladiator we had talked about. I then tried to get some revenge but failed to get a reaction out of him. He said that most of it was psychological, the threat, knowing that it could happen any time (meanwhile his hand was slowing wandering towards my armpit), "finding a particularly sensitive spot", which my armpit certainly was. When I said I'd go home (we lived very near each other on campus), he said "Aww, I was just starting to have fun".
From that on he tickled me almost every time I saw him, which was basically every day. We had lots of playful fun with him trying to find a way of trapping me or holding me down that would allow him free access to my armpits. Or he would just tickle my belly or my sides, or my feet, which always worked. Mostly when he wanted to kick me out of his bed at night or in the morning to wake me up. On several occasions I actually fell out of bed or accidentally hit him. Or sometimes to get me to tell him something I didn't want to tell. Sometimes we played little games like me trying to bear it and be quiet (which I never managed). He also liked to tell me that I had to be quiet because the girl living above would hear me. Once he was talking on the phone to someone while I was there and I put my feet in his lap. He kept gently stroking and tickling them throughout the conversation; I kept pulling them away because it was unbearable, then putting them back for more.
I really had no idea how ticklish I truly am basically everywhere until I met him.
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