So. I normally don't talk about what goes on in my tickling experiences, but I thought I'd share this one. But first! Some background.
Most of you know that I am engaged. For a time now, it seemed like my fiance and I were getting a little stale. I was starting to feel that we used the same choice phrases all the time and I wasn't looking to be tickled much at all anymore. I thought maybe I was getting bored of it. After a long talk, we agreed to put aside one day a week where we only spend time with each other. Our four year anniversary is next weekend and I was a little nervous, wondering if sparks would really fly.
Thursday was our night out. We went out to dinner, talked about the status of things and really worked a lot of things out. After dinner, we went home to watch Lost. Turns out our recorder messed it up a little bit. We were just lying in bed and he started tickling me a little bit. He always does and usually I laugh a little but something happen. Something clicked.
The way he tickles is soft. He usually doesn't tickle hard because he knows I don't like it much. He stroked me for a while, using his hands so lightly that it was ticklish but only enough to make me squirm. He saw that I was enjoying it. Softly, right behind my knee, he started to move his fingers and the more my knee bent to protect that area, the more he dug his fingers into it. I learned that trapping his fingers there only tickled me more.
That's when I started losing myself in laughter. He knows my favorite spots (the knees not being one of them) so he took his sweet time getting there. He tickled my stomach and for the first time it months, it actually tickled a lot. He moved his hands so easily across my belly and I was flying to heaven.
We don't have a lot for bondage. I've never been good with that. We don't get into it enough to really purchase bondage material. So what he does after this is amazing. He traps my legs under his (and he's crazy strong). He had them pressed together. Then he grabs my arms and holds them tightly together. I can't even wiggle in this position. He uses his other hand on my worst spots: ribs, sides of the breasts and my underarms. I laughed so hard that I made my throat sore. I have seriously never been held down that tight and unable to move like that. It heightened the tickling ten times more.
I remember saying: "Oh, god. They're right. Being bound does make this more intense!" I said that during one of my breathing breaks.
Long story short, my feet got a good working but it didn't feel as good as the rib and underarm tickling did. I even learned that my neck is ticklish. My neck has never been ticklish. Ever. In my life. But on the left side, he found a spot and it was delightful. I saw stars.
Moral of this story: I love my fetish. I love that I can share my fetish and ultimately, tickling is such a delightful feeling. I am truly a 'lee; I had no desire to retaliate at all. I just wanted more. We only stopped because my throat hurt and I was too weak to laugh anymore.
Thank you, TMF, for giving me a place to share this one. 🙂
Most of you know that I am engaged. For a time now, it seemed like my fiance and I were getting a little stale. I was starting to feel that we used the same choice phrases all the time and I wasn't looking to be tickled much at all anymore. I thought maybe I was getting bored of it. After a long talk, we agreed to put aside one day a week where we only spend time with each other. Our four year anniversary is next weekend and I was a little nervous, wondering if sparks would really fly.
Thursday was our night out. We went out to dinner, talked about the status of things and really worked a lot of things out. After dinner, we went home to watch Lost. Turns out our recorder messed it up a little bit. We were just lying in bed and he started tickling me a little bit. He always does and usually I laugh a little but something happen. Something clicked.
The way he tickles is soft. He usually doesn't tickle hard because he knows I don't like it much. He stroked me for a while, using his hands so lightly that it was ticklish but only enough to make me squirm. He saw that I was enjoying it. Softly, right behind my knee, he started to move his fingers and the more my knee bent to protect that area, the more he dug his fingers into it. I learned that trapping his fingers there only tickled me more.
That's when I started losing myself in laughter. He knows my favorite spots (the knees not being one of them) so he took his sweet time getting there. He tickled my stomach and for the first time it months, it actually tickled a lot. He moved his hands so easily across my belly and I was flying to heaven.
We don't have a lot for bondage. I've never been good with that. We don't get into it enough to really purchase bondage material. So what he does after this is amazing. He traps my legs under his (and he's crazy strong). He had them pressed together. Then he grabs my arms and holds them tightly together. I can't even wiggle in this position. He uses his other hand on my worst spots: ribs, sides of the breasts and my underarms. I laughed so hard that I made my throat sore. I have seriously never been held down that tight and unable to move like that. It heightened the tickling ten times more.
I remember saying: "Oh, god. They're right. Being bound does make this more intense!" I said that during one of my breathing breaks.
Long story short, my feet got a good working but it didn't feel as good as the rib and underarm tickling did. I even learned that my neck is ticklish. My neck has never been ticklish. Ever. In my life. But on the left side, he found a spot and it was delightful. I saw stars.
Moral of this story: I love my fetish. I love that I can share my fetish and ultimately, tickling is such a delightful feeling. I am truly a 'lee; I had no desire to retaliate at all. I just wanted more. We only stopped because my throat hurt and I was too weak to laugh anymore.
Thank you, TMF, for giving me a place to share this one. 🙂
