Not using real names
I have a fwb with whom I go way back. We’re mostly just friends but have sex occasionally.
This last time, we were just laying in bed together after doing it. She’s recently started working out hard so has gotten more toned. I commented on this and she said “really you think so” and I said yeah.
Now I was feeling a bit devilish that night and decided to tease her. We sorta have a dom/sub dynamic sexually but I rarely tickle her cuz she’s prolly one of the most ticklish women on the planet. It is actually torturous for her, and usually just the threat of it alone is enough for her to start begging and giggling.
Nevertheless, I suddenly laid on top of her and before she knew it, I grabbed both of her tinier wrists in my hand and pinned her arms above her head. Now she’s been working out but my hands are thrice the size of hers and I weigh twice as much as her so she wasn’t going anywhere. And she knew it, so immediately she started asking what I was doing. “What do you think I’m doing” I teased. “Just checking out your new biceps” I teased more and started spidering my fingers just above her left armpit. She started giggling like mad. “Deadjoke please!” She yelped in between her giggles. “Please what” I asked being coy. “I’m just checking your muscles” I kept spidering near her armpit. Now I should mention not only is this girl insanely ticklish, her pits are her death spot. Unfortunately for her, that just made them my prime target. I decided to kick it up a notch and asked “is there a muscle here” and put my index finger right in the centre of her pit. She started screaming laughing at this point and begging me to stop. “What, I am just checking” I said and started drilling my finger into the centre of her armpit and wiggling. At this point she was bucking under me like mad and howling. This turned me on more and I decided to really let her have it this time. Dropping the masquerade of checking any muscles, I said “Hey it’s just one finger, be grateful. If it was two it would feel like this” and put my middle finger as well smack dab in the centre of her hollow. Her laughter went up a notch, and she started laughing like she was going insane. Which, at that moment she probably was. I repeated the same tease but this time saying at least it isn’t all my fingers, and then my four fingers were digging like they’d find treasure deep in her armpit, as my thumb massaged her upper ribs. She had tears in her eyes at this point and was squirming like hell from ticklish agony.
I then switched up the teasing and also my position. Still keeping both her arms pinned with one hand, I placed my other arm beneath her back in a half hug, with my hand emerging on the other sides. I coiled my fingers above her right armpit now.
Now for the teasing , a bit of context. Both os us speak the same language but I also speak a different dialect of that language that I’d been teaching her. She still speaks that dialect in a broken way so I said let’s test out how much you’ve learned. I told her I’d only stop if she asks me in that dialect. She started pleading to just let her go but not using the dialect, so I went ahead and coiled my 4 fingers deep in her armpit. I just kept them there, without wiggling, but this was enough for her to go buckwild again, laughing and pleading. What did I say, I said and pulled my fingers back just an inch. This time she understood the assignment and started speaking the required dialect. Every time she would start I’d just flutter my fingers and graze her armpit ever so lightly but that would be enough to send her effort into waste and the sentence would dissolve into hysterical giggles. Now here’s the kicker. In the mentioned dialect, not only the words are slightly different but also the way sentences are structured. This is true for tickling as well. Instead of tickling someone, the sentence is structured like pulling the tickles out of someone. This is amusing since it almost makes it seem like tickles are something stored in the body, waiting to come to the surface through some evil fingers. Knowing this. I actually let her have a full try, knowing she would make this mistake. The words all came out right, but I was expectedly not disappointed because she did end up saying don’t tickle me anymore. Now amusingly, we had discussed this very difference as an example earlier, meaning she did actually know the correct way. But I had made a safe bet that in her mental state after being tickled senseless and trying to blurt the sentence out through a fit of giggles, she’s say it in the way that was most natural to her. But she must’ve realized her mistake as she then saw a cheshire smile on my face. She blurted out wait but I just said “Wrong!” She started screaming no no no but my fingers didn’t listen. I buried them again in her armpit, but instead of staying static this time I wiggled my fingers, digging deep in her armpit. Just to rub it in, I said in my dialect, “I’m not tickling you, I’m pulling the tickles out of you.”
To appease the sadist in me, I whispered in her ear “I’m not stopping today.”
I looked at her face and was very amused by her reaction. She started shaking her head side to side, her hair flowing all over the place. God, that was hot. As mentioned earlier, I tickled her before but only in short spurts and never like this. When I said I’m not gonna stop and kept tickling above ten seconds, she went crazy. Sweet ticklish fear took hold of her and she just kept repeating please please in between her howling laughter. “Maybe I’ll keep going until you pee” I smiled a cheshire smile to drive her even more mad. Obviously that was just a tease and it was really more like 30 seconds of relentless tickling. She was laughing so hard near the end I thought she’s burst a blood vessel. At this point, something down there required urgent attention. So I stopped and told her to care of it. I decided to tease one last time and said “do a good job or I’ll tickle you more, even more this time.” She glared at me in a playfully angry way and went to work. Not to toot my own horn but later she said, “If you weren’t good in bed I wouldn’t tolerate that”. One of the hottest things she told me was that for a couple days after I tickled her, every time she would put her arms above her head like to tie her hair or wash it in the shower, the memory of me tickling her to bits would come back and she would have to put her arms down cuz she would feel a tingling sensation in her pits. I was making her feel ticklish without even being in the same room, put some respect on the name. Last night she joked she was scared to put her arms up around me now cuz I traumatized her lol.
I have a fwb with whom I go way back. We’re mostly just friends but have sex occasionally.
This last time, we were just laying in bed together after doing it. She’s recently started working out hard so has gotten more toned. I commented on this and she said “really you think so” and I said yeah.
Now I was feeling a bit devilish that night and decided to tease her. We sorta have a dom/sub dynamic sexually but I rarely tickle her cuz she’s prolly one of the most ticklish women on the planet. It is actually torturous for her, and usually just the threat of it alone is enough for her to start begging and giggling.
Nevertheless, I suddenly laid on top of her and before she knew it, I grabbed both of her tinier wrists in my hand and pinned her arms above her head. Now she’s been working out but my hands are thrice the size of hers and I weigh twice as much as her so she wasn’t going anywhere. And she knew it, so immediately she started asking what I was doing. “What do you think I’m doing” I teased. “Just checking out your new biceps” I teased more and started spidering my fingers just above her left armpit. She started giggling like mad. “Deadjoke please!” She yelped in between her giggles. “Please what” I asked being coy. “I’m just checking your muscles” I kept spidering near her armpit. Now I should mention not only is this girl insanely ticklish, her pits are her death spot. Unfortunately for her, that just made them my prime target. I decided to kick it up a notch and asked “is there a muscle here” and put my index finger right in the centre of her pit. She started screaming laughing at this point and begging me to stop. “What, I am just checking” I said and started drilling my finger into the centre of her armpit and wiggling. At this point she was bucking under me like mad and howling. This turned me on more and I decided to really let her have it this time. Dropping the masquerade of checking any muscles, I said “Hey it’s just one finger, be grateful. If it was two it would feel like this” and put my middle finger as well smack dab in the centre of her hollow. Her laughter went up a notch, and she started laughing like she was going insane. Which, at that moment she probably was. I repeated the same tease but this time saying at least it isn’t all my fingers, and then my four fingers were digging like they’d find treasure deep in her armpit, as my thumb massaged her upper ribs. She had tears in her eyes at this point and was squirming like hell from ticklish agony.
I then switched up the teasing and also my position. Still keeping both her arms pinned with one hand, I placed my other arm beneath her back in a half hug, with my hand emerging on the other sides. I coiled my fingers above her right armpit now.
Now for the teasing , a bit of context. Both os us speak the same language but I also speak a different dialect of that language that I’d been teaching her. She still speaks that dialect in a broken way so I said let’s test out how much you’ve learned. I told her I’d only stop if she asks me in that dialect. She started pleading to just let her go but not using the dialect, so I went ahead and coiled my 4 fingers deep in her armpit. I just kept them there, without wiggling, but this was enough for her to go buckwild again, laughing and pleading. What did I say, I said and pulled my fingers back just an inch. This time she understood the assignment and started speaking the required dialect. Every time she would start I’d just flutter my fingers and graze her armpit ever so lightly but that would be enough to send her effort into waste and the sentence would dissolve into hysterical giggles. Now here’s the kicker. In the mentioned dialect, not only the words are slightly different but also the way sentences are structured. This is true for tickling as well. Instead of tickling someone, the sentence is structured like pulling the tickles out of someone. This is amusing since it almost makes it seem like tickles are something stored in the body, waiting to come to the surface through some evil fingers. Knowing this. I actually let her have a full try, knowing she would make this mistake. The words all came out right, but I was expectedly not disappointed because she did end up saying don’t tickle me anymore. Now amusingly, we had discussed this very difference as an example earlier, meaning she did actually know the correct way. But I had made a safe bet that in her mental state after being tickled senseless and trying to blurt the sentence out through a fit of giggles, she’s say it in the way that was most natural to her. But she must’ve realized her mistake as she then saw a cheshire smile on my face. She blurted out wait but I just said “Wrong!” She started screaming no no no but my fingers didn’t listen. I buried them again in her armpit, but instead of staying static this time I wiggled my fingers, digging deep in her armpit. Just to rub it in, I said in my dialect, “I’m not tickling you, I’m pulling the tickles out of you.”
To appease the sadist in me, I whispered in her ear “I’m not stopping today.”
I looked at her face and was very amused by her reaction. She started shaking her head side to side, her hair flowing all over the place. God, that was hot. As mentioned earlier, I tickled her before but only in short spurts and never like this. When I said I’m not gonna stop and kept tickling above ten seconds, she went crazy. Sweet ticklish fear took hold of her and she just kept repeating please please in between her howling laughter. “Maybe I’ll keep going until you pee” I smiled a cheshire smile to drive her even more mad. Obviously that was just a tease and it was really more like 30 seconds of relentless tickling. She was laughing so hard near the end I thought she’s burst a blood vessel. At this point, something down there required urgent attention. So I stopped and told her to care of it. I decided to tease one last time and said “do a good job or I’ll tickle you more, even more this time.” She glared at me in a playfully angry way and went to work. Not to toot my own horn but later she said, “If you weren’t good in bed I wouldn’t tolerate that”. One of the hottest things she told me was that for a couple days after I tickled her, every time she would put her arms above her head like to tie her hair or wash it in the shower, the memory of me tickling her to bits would come back and she would have to put her arms down cuz she would feel a tingling sensation in her pits. I was making her feel ticklish without even being in the same room, put some respect on the name. Last night she joked she was scared to put her arms up around me now cuz I traumatized her lol.
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