Yesterday my boyfriend and I were watching a movie. We were casually sitting next to each other with his arm around me and my head on his shoulder. I looked at his vulnerable underarm next to my face and reached my hand to it to give it a little scratch.
My boyfriend and I love to tickle each other and I already told him about my unusually strong interest in tickling. So he doesn't mind as much. He twitched a bit and then sighed. "Anything?" I said. He shook his head. "Nope but it feels good." So I continued. Covering different parts of his underarm untill he started breathing in rhythmic laughter. "how about here?" I whispered. "A little bit," he said. And I continued, him whispering his laughter under his breath. His arm trapped behind my back. I stopped a minute to watch the movie.
Then my hand felt for his thigh. I felt for the spot on his inner thigh and squeezed it repetatively. He jumped and leaned forward, trying to push my hand away. "How about here?" I whispered. "decent" he said. "decent?!" I asked. Unacceptable.
I reached under his shirt and I gently flicked his tummy with my nails. He grabbed my hand from under his shirt. I smiled and gently moved it away. "shh. It's okay," I said, " try to resist.". He rested his arm between his legs to prevent himself from grabbing me. I sneaked my hand back into his shirt. He tensed. I looked up at his face and he was wincing. Before I even touched him. I simply touched my nail to his flesh. He flinched. I did this gently over and over. I smiled. "you're flinching" I said. "I can't help it it tickles!" he whispered back.
I continued and asked him questions. And when I got a really big flinch from him I would tickle it quick and gentle. "here?" I cooed. "here?". He cringed and grinned. I tickled his sides. He's really ticklish there. And he leaned over and breathed out laughter again.I went back under his shirt. He was slouching in his seat now and reached for his back side. He arched his back and cringed. "that tickles?" I asked. "yes" he said. And continued. He arched with each touch of my nails and I tickled and tickled him there until he breathed his laughter again. I stopped and rubbed his tummy. I leaned in to kiss him and held him there. And my hand tickled him from under his shirt. I felt his lips part and stretch. He pulled away. And I stopped, rubbing his stomach again. "shhh." I calmed him. I leaned in again to kiss him and did the same thing. He resisted this time. He held his lips to mine but his body wriggled at the touch on his skin. He breathed out in rhythmic laughter in our kiss until he couldn't take it anymore and pulled away. Stopping my hand.
"how much did that tickle?" I whispered to him.
"a lot"
My boyfriend and I love to tickle each other and I already told him about my unusually strong interest in tickling. So he doesn't mind as much. He twitched a bit and then sighed. "Anything?" I said. He shook his head. "Nope but it feels good." So I continued. Covering different parts of his underarm untill he started breathing in rhythmic laughter. "how about here?" I whispered. "A little bit," he said. And I continued, him whispering his laughter under his breath. His arm trapped behind my back. I stopped a minute to watch the movie.
Then my hand felt for his thigh. I felt for the spot on his inner thigh and squeezed it repetatively. He jumped and leaned forward, trying to push my hand away. "How about here?" I whispered. "decent" he said. "decent?!" I asked. Unacceptable.
I reached under his shirt and I gently flicked his tummy with my nails. He grabbed my hand from under his shirt. I smiled and gently moved it away. "shh. It's okay," I said, " try to resist.". He rested his arm between his legs to prevent himself from grabbing me. I sneaked my hand back into his shirt. He tensed. I looked up at his face and he was wincing. Before I even touched him. I simply touched my nail to his flesh. He flinched. I did this gently over and over. I smiled. "you're flinching" I said. "I can't help it it tickles!" he whispered back.
I continued and asked him questions. And when I got a really big flinch from him I would tickle it quick and gentle. "here?" I cooed. "here?". He cringed and grinned. I tickled his sides. He's really ticklish there. And he leaned over and breathed out laughter again.I went back under his shirt. He was slouching in his seat now and reached for his back side. He arched his back and cringed. "that tickles?" I asked. "yes" he said. And continued. He arched with each touch of my nails and I tickled and tickled him there until he breathed his laughter again. I stopped and rubbed his tummy. I leaned in to kiss him and held him there. And my hand tickled him from under his shirt. I felt his lips part and stretch. He pulled away. And I stopped, rubbing his stomach again. "shhh." I calmed him. I leaned in again to kiss him and did the same thing. He resisted this time. He held his lips to mine but his body wriggled at the touch on his skin. He breathed out in rhythmic laughter in our kiss until he couldn't take it anymore and pulled away. Stopping my hand.
"how much did that tickle?" I whispered to him.
"a lot"
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