GoForTheLaugh
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M/F is not my thing, but when I saw a M/F tickle romp from my bus while riding home from work yesterday, I knew that many here would enjoy hearing about it.
Setting: New York City, in a park by the water at the onset of sunset.
The ticklee: a beautiful dark-haired woman of about twenty-five wearing a sweater and jeans.
The tickler: a dark-haired guy the same age who looked very Italian and wore a jeans jacket and jeans.
What happened:
The two of them were standing a few feet apart and talking, the woman laughing as she said something to him. It was still light enough to see that the guy had suddenly got a strange look in his eye. The woman turned and, still laughing, started to run. I knew the guy's look well, and I knew what the woman was in for...
The guy started running as soon as she did, and he caught up to her immediately. Pulling her body against his so that her back was against his chest, he went to work on her ribs. As she thrashed left and right, he moved his body with hers. His strange look had melted into satisfaction.
The setting sun sparkled red and gold behind them, and waves continued to beat against the shore.
Setting: New York City, in a park by the water at the onset of sunset.
The ticklee: a beautiful dark-haired woman of about twenty-five wearing a sweater and jeans.
The tickler: a dark-haired guy the same age who looked very Italian and wore a jeans jacket and jeans.
What happened:
The two of them were standing a few feet apart and talking, the woman laughing as she said something to him. It was still light enough to see that the guy had suddenly got a strange look in his eye. The woman turned and, still laughing, started to run. I knew the guy's look well, and I knew what the woman was in for...
The guy started running as soon as she did, and he caught up to her immediately. Pulling her body against his so that her back was against his chest, he went to work on her ribs. As she thrashed left and right, he moved his body with hers. His strange look had melted into satisfaction.
The setting sun sparkled red and gold behind them, and waves continued to beat against the shore.





