Hiya everybody
was wondering if anybody else starts situations that could very possibly lead to tickling
Like yea-ah!
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When i was little, I often did the usual, you know, where the moment a potential 'ler comes near you, you giggle and say something lame like: "Hey don't get too close i'm ticklish!" only to 'happen' to expose a sensitive area.
-gawd that's so embarrassing to recall- *hee*
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But I can't really get too high and mighty since the only thing i've changed as a woman has been to make my suggestions more -uhm- sophisticated -or not.
MOstly i'm like Tickleshotel, cheer for the underdog or the "otherdog".
Sometimes, if that's not working or resident guys are not in the mood, i'll resort to truly desperate measures and, at a not-so-critical point in the game, i'll steal the remote! A genuine-sounding "I just want to check if Oprah's on," never hurts either. (I confess I seldom actually make time to watch the show, but guys fall for that one like a stone.)
Probably one of the most interesting times was when i was 17 and had joined this outdoor student programme.
About half way through we all had to pass these physical tests: I have to tell you, seeing a bunch of muscular shirtless guys training for the test was the best eye-candy!
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You can bet my friends and i sure toasted the extra July heat that summer!
Anyway, one thing we had to do was hang from a bar holding ourselves to the bar at eye level for around a minute -that felt more like a century.
To make a long story short, there was this one particular guy, Jamie, who had magnetised my eyes to his rippling abs. One day at lunch, when he and some of his friends were practising hanging by using a nearby tree branch, my friend Maddie, who'd noticed me watching, whispered to me wondering if he was ticklish.
After overcoming a brutal blush we worked out a plan to find out. Said plan involved Maddie going round to the other side of the tree and calling me so it could look like i was walking to see her while just happening to pass within unobtrusive reach of Jamie. And when i did I tested our theory with devastating results.
Jamie squealed and dropped like a rock which in turn dropped me in a fit of triumphant hysterics -in doing so i naturally made sure my shirt rode up just enough to expose some tummy.
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The results were even better than i'd imagined. Seeing me laughing at him pricked his masculine pride enough to make him get up, and with a wonderfully wicked grin, utter those four delightfully scary words: "you are so dead."
With the help of friends, which he didn't need, but which certainly enhanced my enjoyment
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So severe was Jamie's counterattack, that when lunch finally ended I hardly had the strength left to handle the run back to our fire-pit class.
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Neat Question, Hyped Up!
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Hope others answer too, I'm always looking for new ploys -er- ideas.
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Many blessings,
Chickles_
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