I wanted to share a fantasy I have. I hope you enjoy it.
He had been gone for some time. NHL hockey player who was on the road and we really missed each other. He was chasing me through the house, both of us giggling, as I had flicked some water at him and was teasing him.
He threw his arms around me from behind and we collapsed on our oversized couch. I knew what was coming. I was very ticklish and he knew I secretly loved it.
“I’ve got you now.” Patrick held me tight as I struggled, already laughing. My left arm was trapped underneath me, but my other arm was free to try and fend him off. His right hand went right for my stomach, in a claw like motion he wasted no time digging in. I bucked and struggled as much as I could, he caught my right foot between his legs and I couldn’t get it out. My right hand trying to pull his hand off my stomach.
He moved quickly up to my neck, making me giggle. His fingers digging in while I tried to keep him out.
“I’ve missed this.” He whispered as my giggling continued. His left hand reached down and pulled my right arm up over my head.
“No don’t!” I begged through my laughter. “Please!” His right hand slowly moved from my waist, crawling up to my ribs and slowly made its way to draw circles in my under arm.
“Pat!” I squealed as he went back down to my waist and started his slow crawl up my side again, this time digging his fingers in my ribs.
Pleee-eeee-ease!” I begged through my uncontrollable laughter. His fingers moved all around my ribs, side to front. He dug in, knowing all my spots and not holding back. I couldn’t even talk I was laughing so hard. He stopped to let me catch my breath.
“Oh my god!” I gasped for air and he laughed.
“Did you want me to stop?” But before I could answer he reached down to my trapped right foot and scratched up and down quickly, his nails making me scream at first and then burst out laughing as he continued his assault.
“Pat!” I screamed. “STOP!” As much as I love having my feet tickled, his nails sent me into a panic as the tickling was amazing but awful at the same time. His phone rang, and he stopped abruptly to answer it. One of his buddies. He was making plans for tomorrow but didn’t let me up. He talked and I tried to catch my breathe. All of a sudden his fingers scratched my foot quickly, to let me know he still had me pinned and we weren’t done. His conversation didn’t miss a beat as his brief tickles on my foot made me jump and giggle.
He hung up and leaned over me. “How are you doing?” He grinned as his fingers came to rest on my underarm. My arm was still pinned above my head and I couldn’t move.
“I’m ok.” I laughed. Waiting for the tickling to start again. He let me go and grabbed his phone again.
“Five minutes.” He said, setting his timer and before I could react he had my arm up over my head again and dug his fingers in my underarms. I screamed and then a laugh came out that I had never heard before. He dug right in, knowing I couldn’t stand it but showed no signs of letting up. He tortured my ribs, sides, stomach and underarms relentlessly. I couldn’t help but scream and then my laugh took over again. He knew just where to tickle, all the right spots. He continued this assault until his 5 minute timer went off. He stopped to turn it off.
“Rest up baby.” He grinned. “We’re going to be doing this all night long.”
He had been gone for some time. NHL hockey player who was on the road and we really missed each other. He was chasing me through the house, both of us giggling, as I had flicked some water at him and was teasing him.
He threw his arms around me from behind and we collapsed on our oversized couch. I knew what was coming. I was very ticklish and he knew I secretly loved it.
“I’ve got you now.” Patrick held me tight as I struggled, already laughing. My left arm was trapped underneath me, but my other arm was free to try and fend him off. His right hand went right for my stomach, in a claw like motion he wasted no time digging in. I bucked and struggled as much as I could, he caught my right foot between his legs and I couldn’t get it out. My right hand trying to pull his hand off my stomach.
He moved quickly up to my neck, making me giggle. His fingers digging in while I tried to keep him out.
“I’ve missed this.” He whispered as my giggling continued. His left hand reached down and pulled my right arm up over my head.
“No don’t!” I begged through my laughter. “Please!” His right hand slowly moved from my waist, crawling up to my ribs and slowly made its way to draw circles in my under arm.
“Pat!” I squealed as he went back down to my waist and started his slow crawl up my side again, this time digging his fingers in my ribs.
Pleee-eeee-ease!” I begged through my uncontrollable laughter. His fingers moved all around my ribs, side to front. He dug in, knowing all my spots and not holding back. I couldn’t even talk I was laughing so hard. He stopped to let me catch my breath.
“Oh my god!” I gasped for air and he laughed.
“Did you want me to stop?” But before I could answer he reached down to my trapped right foot and scratched up and down quickly, his nails making me scream at first and then burst out laughing as he continued his assault.
“Pat!” I screamed. “STOP!” As much as I love having my feet tickled, his nails sent me into a panic as the tickling was amazing but awful at the same time. His phone rang, and he stopped abruptly to answer it. One of his buddies. He was making plans for tomorrow but didn’t let me up. He talked and I tried to catch my breathe. All of a sudden his fingers scratched my foot quickly, to let me know he still had me pinned and we weren’t done. His conversation didn’t miss a beat as his brief tickles on my foot made me jump and giggle.
He hung up and leaned over me. “How are you doing?” He grinned as his fingers came to rest on my underarm. My arm was still pinned above my head and I couldn’t move.
“I’m ok.” I laughed. Waiting for the tickling to start again. He let me go and grabbed his phone again.
“Five minutes.” He said, setting his timer and before I could react he had my arm up over my head again and dug his fingers in my underarms. I screamed and then a laugh came out that I had never heard before. He dug right in, knowing I couldn’t stand it but showed no signs of letting up. He tortured my ribs, sides, stomach and underarms relentlessly. I couldn’t help but scream and then my laugh took over again. He knew just where to tickle, all the right spots. He continued this assault until his 5 minute timer went off. He stopped to turn it off.
“Rest up baby.” He grinned. “We’re going to be doing this all night long.”
