--- This is an angle on tickling that I don't believe I've ever seen discussed here,.... Lots of torture and interrogation going on,... but, for an avid foot- and tickling fetishist like myself, this is the ultimate.
--- My girlfriend is the ideal tickle companion. She is outrageously ticklish on every square inch of her body,... her feet are exquisite,.. and she has her own little fetish interest in the form of an elaborate bondage craving. She loves to be tied up for play purposes. And we've pretty much done it all, I guess, every extreme included. But we are in our early fifties, and here's what has become our mutual favorite.
--- We put on a good CD and sit on the sofa. I tie Susan's hands behind her and, once she curls her legs up on the sofa, her ankles together, as well. Sitting beside her,... very much in the fashion of teenagers "making out," ... I am able to slide my right arm behind her so that my hand finds her bare soles curled up behind her. My other hand is free to roam her ribs, breasts and armpits. And corny as it may sound, folks, we DO "make out." Just that way. Kissing and necking against a playful backdrop of me tickling her,... tickling only enough to get a small giggle and some sensuous squirming, mind you. I like to "catch" her laughter as we kiss. We talk in whispers. I punctuate our words with playfully-timed tickles. Susan is a gamer, though, and sometimes she will impishly challenge me to tickle her 'til she screams,.. and when she is breathless and tears of helpless laughter running down her cheeks, I hold her closer,... kiss away the tears,... We can play this little "tied up, making out and getting tickled" game for hours. It isn't a fantasy. It's our real life.
--- My girlfriend is the ideal tickle companion. She is outrageously ticklish on every square inch of her body,... her feet are exquisite,.. and she has her own little fetish interest in the form of an elaborate bondage craving. She loves to be tied up for play purposes. And we've pretty much done it all, I guess, every extreme included. But we are in our early fifties, and here's what has become our mutual favorite.
--- We put on a good CD and sit on the sofa. I tie Susan's hands behind her and, once she curls her legs up on the sofa, her ankles together, as well. Sitting beside her,... very much in the fashion of teenagers "making out," ... I am able to slide my right arm behind her so that my hand finds her bare soles curled up behind her. My other hand is free to roam her ribs, breasts and armpits. And corny as it may sound, folks, we DO "make out." Just that way. Kissing and necking against a playful backdrop of me tickling her,... tickling only enough to get a small giggle and some sensuous squirming, mind you. I like to "catch" her laughter as we kiss. We talk in whispers. I punctuate our words with playfully-timed tickles. Susan is a gamer, though, and sometimes she will impishly challenge me to tickle her 'til she screams,.. and when she is breathless and tears of helpless laughter running down her cheeks, I hold her closer,... kiss away the tears,... We can play this little "tied up, making out and getting tickled" game for hours. It isn't a fantasy. It's our real life.
