The Official Tickle Fight Thread II

[sadi]

I pull at my arm restrains as you move your hand further towards my underarms. "Puhull myhy sh-shihirt dohown!" As you circle my underarms I try to move my body side to side. Light stroke of my hollows begin to make me pull harder on my arm restraints tryinging wiggle them free.I toss my head back at the annoying feeling of the sharp nails. The long, light, yet sharp strokes being the worst as they are on the rest of my sensitive body.

Awww! Is da big baby thowing a fiiit? *I tease, my baby-voice thick.* And... *my fingers having 'samba' lessons in the centres of your underarms, skating along the long creases made from your stretched limbs, often.* You want the shirt gone? Okie-dokie then, 'up' it goes. *Lifts your shirt over your arms, the end resting somewhere around your forearms, ridding you of any sight.* There, now isn't that 'much' better? Gives my hands more reign, at least, see? *Saying so, my fingers wiggle about more expediently, delighted in their 'complete' freedom now granted.* And, don't you just 'loove' being able to talk? I mean, we can hold deep, philosophical, sophisticated questions now, with nothing over your mouth, hmm? *Not having to worry about the painful after-effects of duct tape, I also get to hear your growing hysterics, to keep me occupied, and make you answer messed-up questions that only end up digging your grave even deeper. :super_hap My thumbs press into the centers of your underarms, expediently wiggling about, riding up against the folds your stretched arms make, between the skin reaching over, along your pecs and the deepest shallows of your underarms.* Coochie coochie coo-oo, little zombo-poo! 😀

 

[Nanashi15]

*smiles sweetly* Since you are in such an "admitting" kinda mood, what, pray tell, are you after here? After all, I think this may be the first "interview" I've had in this room! *giggles* 🙂

I am a bit distracted by your smile but I quickly refocus. "Even someone who enjoys it as much as you do needs a break from chaos every now and then." I smile at the melody that is your giggle.

 

[Deadly Ticklish1]

Awww! Is da big baby thowing a fiiit? *I tease, my baby-voice thick.* And... *my fingers having 'samba' lessons in the centres of your underarms, skating along the long creases made from your stretched limbs, often.* You want the shirt gone? Okie-dokie then, 'up' it goes. *Lifts your shirt over your arms, the end resting somewhere around your forearms, ridding you of any sight.* There, now isn't that 'much' better? Gives my hands more reign, at least, see? *Saying so, my fingers wiggle about more expediently, delighted in their 'complete' freedom now granted.* And, don't you just 'loove' being able to talk? I mean, we can hold deep, philosophical, sophisticated questions now, with nothing over your mouth, hmm? *Not having to worry about the painful after-effects of duct tape, I also get to hear your growing hysterics, to keep me occupied, and make you answer messed-up questions that only end up digging your grave even deeper. :super_hap My thumbs press into the centers of your underarms, expediently wiggling about, riding up against the folds your stretched arms make, between the skin reaching over, along your pecs and the deepest shallows of your underarms.* Coochie coochie coo-oo, little zombo-poo! 😀

As you stop tickling me I take the moment to speak. My voice is slightly week from the laughing as I huff and puff " No, I.... I wanted my shirt down....not off." My eyes are suddenly covered as you peal my shirt up further. " Please, I have really sensitive skin so I prefer to keep my tummy or the rest of my body for that matter not so exposed, so if you could put my shirt back down it's be appreciated, and since it seems that I have to be more specific with you.... I mean that the hem of my shirt should be over my belt. Kay thanks." I wiggle my hips as my words go unaknowledged, and you begin digging into my underarms with your thumbs. I lightly giggle but handle myself well against this assault, thankful that you have yet to find any of my worst spots.

 

[Ticklish&InLove]

I am a bit distracted by your smile but I quickly refocus. "Even someone who enjoys it as much as you do needs a break from chaos every now and then." I smile at the melody that is your giggle.

*Thinks to myself, "why does this feel a little bit like a mischievous Ler is hiding beneath the surface of these innocent sounding words, hmmm?", but decides it is probably wiser not to voice my thoughts aloud and seeing Nanashi has fallen asleep on the beam, decides to snuggle into the rather adorable sleeping Dragon's wings and go to sleep myself....

 

[sadi]

As you stop tickling me I take the moment to speak. My voice is slightly week from the laughing as I huff and puff " No, I.... I wanted my shirt down....not off." My eyes are suddenly covered as you peal my shirt up further. " Please, I have really sensitive skin so I prefer to keep my tummy or the rest of my body for that matter not so exposed, so if you could put my shirt back down it's be appreciated, and since it seems that I have to be more specific with you.... I mean that the hem of my shirt should be over my belt. Kay thanks." I wiggle my hips as my words go unaknowledged, and you begin digging into my underarms with your thumbs. I lightly giggle but handle myself well against this assault, thankful that you have yet to find any of my worst spots.

You want it off? *I continue butchering your words, my shoulders rising and falling as I shrug* Well, sorry I can't accommodate you better but, your hands are tied down and, didn't remember to bring my scissors with me and... you look so much better now anyways, don't you think? *A few light giggles sound out, from the fact that... you can't' see your face at 'all' now. Seeing a 'more' than lackluster response from my thumbs probings, my hands quickly trail down your ribs, sliding to your hips, then back up along to tease your sides some more, then.* Now, do you not know 'anything' about the finesse of 'tenderizing' your meat before you cook it? *Pauses for a moment, a soft 'thunk' noise sounding out as something light lands on your upper thighs and over your waist, soon a greater pressure laying across your legs as I sit on the pillow.* You have to first 'prepare' the meat with little pokings and proddings, before you just 'dive' right in. *As I go on explaining... the hypothesized reasons of how per-tenderizing meat beforehand allows it to soften and thus less sinuous and hard once cooked, a couple nails circle about along your tummy, narrowing down to both index fingers making circles around your middle, growing progressively smaller with each concentric circle.* I mean, you 'could' always forgo any tedium beforehand but... *my left index fingernail circles around the lip of your bellybutton; my voice gets quieter, a devilish grin* Where's the fun in that? 😉 *My nail circles around the edge of your navel once, twice, three, four times, going agonizingly slllooooowwww* Now... does 'someone' have a ticklish 'belly button', perhaps? *My words slow over those 'two' words, drawing them out as my grin only grows wider. Going on, the one finger still making its lazy rounds; my other hand occupies itself by wiggling along your lower stomach* I think if 'someone' tells me if they have a ticklish belly button, I 'just' might be able to accommodate them . . . if they beg.

 

[Deadly Ticklish1]

You want it off? *I continue butchering your words, my shoulders rising and falling as I shrug* Well, sorry I can't accommodate you better but, your hands are tied down and, didn't remember to bring my scissors with me and... you look so much better now anyways, don't you think? *A few light giggles sound out, from the fact that... you can't' see your face at 'all' now. Seeing a 'more' than lackluster response from my thumbs probings, my hands quickly trail down your ribs, sliding to your hips, then back up along to tease your sides some more, then.* Now, do you not know 'anything' about the finesse of 'tenderizing' your meat before you cook it? *Pauses for a moment, a soft 'thunk' noise sounding out as something light lands on your upper thighs and over your waist, soon a greater pressure laying across your legs as I sit on the pillow.* You have to first 'prepare' the meat with little pokings and proddings, before you just 'dive' right in. *As I go on explaining... the hypothesized reasons of how per-tenderizing meat beforehand allows it to soften and thus less sinuous and hard once cooked, a couple nails circle about along your tummy, narrowing down to both index fingers making circles around your middle, growing progressively smaller with each concentric circle.* I mean, you 'could' always forgo any tedium beforehand but... *my left index fingernail circles around the lip of your bellybutton; my voice gets quieter, a devilish grin* Where's the fun in that? 😉 *My nail circles around the edge of your navel once, twice, three, four times, going agonizingly slllooooowwww* Now... does 'someone' have a ticklish 'belly button', perhaps? *My words slow over those 'two' words, drawing them out as my grin only grows wider. Going on, the one finger still making its lazy rounds; my other hand occupies itself by wiggling along your lower stomach* I think if 'someone' tells me if they have a ticklish belly button, I 'just' might be able to accommodate them . . . if they beg.

I continue getting ever annoyed as you refuse to acknowledge my words. I take one more stab at logic to see if I can out reason you. "I want you to put my shirt back where it was before I was tied down to this table. The hem of my shirt should be covering my belt and the collar should cover my chest. Please, I can't handle having my body being left so vulnerable." I stop speaking as your hands begin tenderizing my entire upper body. As your nails slide down my torso my chest pushes up as my waist pushes down and then vice versa as you get past my ribs. All I can produce is some heavy breathing and light, "aaahhhhhh......" sounds as I try to resist the long trail you make from my ribs to my hips. I wiggle my hips as you reach them and wiggle left and right pushing my waist back down as you travel back up my body, knowing quite well what you're doing to me. I notice you place a pillow over my thighs and know that things will only get worse from here as you sit on top of me.I wiggle my hips once more as you straddle me. The skin of my stomach jumps as you first begin your circles, reacting differently as your nails move along different locations. I then realize that they are spiraling inward and begin to panic. I tug hard at my restrains, nervously struggling as I feel the two devilish nails zeroing in on their target. I struggle and wiggle in my restrains writhing in agony at the thought of where your nails may be going all the while my skin jumps along with the movement of your fingers. I buck my hips up and down as you get closer and closer not knowing what else to do. As your nail begins circling around my belly button I once again begin letting out short "aahhhs.... " as I throw my head back. I quickly bite my lip, but the sighs only turn into long whimpers. "mhhhhhhh..." I shake my head 'no.' "Mhmh......mhmh!" I hum as if to say no. As you continue the light circles around the outer rim of my navel. A great number of sensations like electricity and ice running through my veins shoot through my body as my nerves are stimulated and my belly button is teased. The slow agonizing torture has my tugging at my leg restraints to no end. I hear you first question and the world becomes a very dark place. As you first speak the words "belly button" my stomach contracts once more. I try to suck in to get away from the navel teasing but to very little effect. I hear your offer and think about it, my breathing getting heavier with each rotation. Your other hand tickling along my lower stomach causes me to wiggle my hips and buck slightly but I'm to distracted by your ever so cruel index finger to be to bothered by anything else. I don't think things can get much worse from here seeing as how you already manage to find one out of my two worse spots. I take you up on your offer but it's hard to speak with the navel torture driving me crazy. "Yeehhesss p-please stooooohhop. Ihiiimm beheging yooouuu. N-n-not th-the b-belly button. Eh-anywh-where b-but theehere. Plehease n-noooo morrre." I plead looking into your eyes. "My n-navel is really se-heeeennsitive." I remember your choice of words and know how specific you can be about word choice. "IIIII meeeean III h-have a t-ticklissshh b-b-belly b-buttonnnnn. P-please n-no morrre. D-don't tickle m-my b-belly button." I immediately regret speaking the words that have left my mouth, buy my mind can't think straight or much less control my mouth as my body is sending a endless flow of sensation to my mind. Every part of my being is pushed to the edge, but at this point I'm not to sure how long it'll be before I'm pushed over that edge.

 

[Nanashi15]

*Thinks to myself, "why does this feel a little bit like a mischievous Ler is hiding beneath the surface of these innocent sounding words, hmmm?", but decides it is probably wiser not to voice my thoughts aloud and seeing Nanashi has fallen asleep on the beam, decides to snuggle into the rather adorable sleeping Dragon's wings and go to sleep myself....

I wake up and look at the incredibly adorable sight of Tail snuggling into Dragons wings. I see her feet lying there and I sit and set them on my lap. But instead of tickling them, I start softly massaging her soles.

 

[TicklishBlackGuy]

haha why is it i hold onto TL and everyone is attacking her in my arms haha I guess i can't have her all to myself can I 😛

 

[TheTickleMonster]

No don't be greedy. 😛

 

[TicklishBlackGuy]

I DON'T WANNA 😛 lol

 

[TheTickleMonster]

If you don't wanna then don't... stop being greedy then. 😛

 

[Deadly Ticklish1]

I don't think you understand man. It's out of his hand. It's her choice. Lol

 

[TicklishBlackGuy]

haha i'm joking around she's free to do as she pleases just thought it funny people going after her as she sleeps on me xD

 

[Ticklish&InLove]

haha why is it i hold onto TL and everyone is attacking her in my arms haha I guess i can't have her all to myself can I 😛

Begins to wake up to the sound of Dragon's laughter....then groggily realize my feet are in Nanashi's hands....it feels kinda nice but while he doesn't seem to mean to, it tickles and I giggle aloud as I take in the room...

 

[Ticklish&InLove]

No don't be greedy. 😛

:blush :blush Finds myself quite flustered by MTickleMonster and Dragon's exchange....:blush :blush

 

[Ticklish&InLove]

I don't think you understand man. It's out of his hand. It's her choice. Lol

LOL! (Well "sleeping" seems to the natural default to go to when the person your talking to logs off....kinda a "default mode" in here for when one is about to be away for a while or the person your interacting with logs off for the night, I suppose.... 🙂 )

 

[TicklishBlackGuy]

xD you like that didn't u, i'm glad you chose me to sleep on, i tried to protect u lol

 

[Ticklish&InLove]

haha i'm joking around she's free to do as she pleases just thought it funny people going after her as she sleeps on me xD

Continues to giggle from Nanashi's massage...there's a reason I don't ever get massages, I'm just too ticklish, so this isn't something I'm used to....it gets to be a bit too much, so realizing he's seems to ex doing it in his sleep (ie- "offline"), I slowly pull my feet away and look up and smile at Dragon, "So I'm "free", huh? Well then, I suppose I owe you ( *tickle pokes you once*) a big thanks!"

 

[Ticklish&InLove]

xD you like that didn't u, i'm glad you chose me to sleep on, i tried to protect u lol

LOL! Considering magic poles, robots and climbing Lers were circling about, yeah, I appreciated it....lest I came back to a virtual world truly gone mad! :lol

( gotta get going to a real world kickboxing appointment, will check in with everyone tonight! 😉 )

 

[TicklishBlackGuy]

i think imma have to make a magic barrier around you now 😛

 

[Nanashi15]

Continues to giggle from Nanashi's massage...there's a reason I don't ever get massages, I'm just too ticklish, so this isn't something I'm used to....it gets to be a bit too much, so realizing he's seems to ex doing it in his sleep (ie- "offline"), I slowly pull my feet away and look up and smile at Dragon, "So I'm "free", huh? Well then, I suppose I owe you ( *tickle pokes you once*) a big thanks!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed the massage as long as it lasted. What if I told you that I could give you a massage without it tickling, would you be interested, Tail?"

 

[rerumfontis]

peeks in and smiles .... finds a nice leather chair in a dark corner .... sits back .... mmmmmm 🙂

 

[TicklishBlackGuy]

want some popcorn *says from the rafters above*

 

[sadi]

I continue getting ever annoyed as you refuse to acknowledge my words. I take one more stab at logic to see if I can out reason you. "I want you to put my shirt back where it was before I was tied down to this table. The hem of my shirt should be covering my belt and the collar should cover my chest. Please, I can't handle having my body being left so vulnerable." I stop speaking as your hands begin tenderizing my entire upper body. As your nails slide down my torso my chest pushes up as my waist pushes down and then vice versa as you get past my ribs. All I can produce is some heavy breathing and light, "aaahhhhhh......" sounds as I try to resist the long trail you make from my ribs to my hips. I wiggle my hips as you reach them and wiggle left and right pushing my waist back down as you travel back up my body, knowing quite well what you're doing to me. I notice you place a pillow over my thighs and know that things will only get worse from here as you sit on top of me.I wiggle my hips once more as you straddle me. The skin of my stomach jumps as you first begin your circles, reacting differently as your nails move along different locations. I then realize that they are spiraling inward and begin to panic. I tug hard at my restrains, nervously struggling as I feel the two devilish nails zeroing in on their target. I struggle and wiggle in my restrains writhing in agony at the thought of where your nails may be going all the while my skin jumps along with the movement of your fingers. I buck my hips up and down as you get closer and closer not knowing what else to do. As your nail begins circling around my belly button I once again begin letting out short "aahhhs.... " as I throw my head back. I quickly bite my lip, but the sighs only turn into long whimpers. "mhhhhhhh..." I shake my head 'no.' "Mhmh......mhmh!" I hum as if to say no. As you continue the light circles around the outer rim of my navel. A great number of sensations like electricity and ice running through my veins shoot through my body as my nerves are stimulated and my belly button is teased. The slow agonizing torture has my tugging at my leg restraints to no end. I hear you first question and the world becomes a very dark place. As you first speak the words "belly button" my stomach contracts once more. I try to suck in to get away from the navel teasing but to very little effect. I hear your offer and think about it, my breathing getting heavier with each rotation. Your other hand tickling along my lower stomach causes me to wiggle my hips and buck slightly but I'm to distracted by your ever so cruel index finger to be to bothered by anything else. I don't think things can get much worse from here seeing as how you already manage to find one out of my two worse spots. I take you up on your offer but it's hard to speak with the navel torture driving me crazy. "Yeehhesss p-please stooooohhop. Ihiiimm beheging yooouuu. N-n-not th-the b-belly button. Eh-anywh-where b-but theehere. Plehease n-noooo morrre." I plead looking into your eyes. "My n-navel is really se-heeeennsitive." I remember your choice of words and know how specific you can be about word choice. "IIIII meeeean III h-have a t-ticklissshh b-b-belly b-buttonnnnn. P-please n-no morrre. D-don't tickle m-my b-belly button." I immediately regret speaking the words that have left my mouth, buy my mind can't think straight or much less control my mouth as my body is sending a endless flow of sensation to my mind. Every part of my being is pushed to the edge, but at this point I'm not to sure how long it'll be before I'm pushed over that edge.

*Hearing you stubbornly repeat just 'what' you want, as if a clearer understanding of your desires will suddenly free you from your 'predicament', I only smirk. My finger 'slipping' into tease along the top of the walls inside, still circling about your belly button, scratching along the top perimeter, my shoulders shrugging I frankly state* Nope. :stickout
Though that's a 'very' valid point, if you had made your request clear earlier, 'this' might not have ever happened, hmmm? *I playfully chide, teasing.* But, *-a pause, slowly sighing-* it is what it is and, just gotta' make the best of it, m'kay? *My own rant continues over your rambling, I'm only able to pick out 'certain' words (throwing the rest far, far away). After your plea, both hands rest on either hip, lying there.* Well, I heard the word 'beg', and, 'please - tickle my bellybutton', though, you should work on your speech-talk better, so things are better understood, m'kay? *Again, poking fun at your continued attempts of 'explanation', your rising giggles only interfering with your elocution.*
And, you asked for this, remember. 😉 *I wink, exaggerating as I take in a lungful of air, bending over to blow a big, noisy raspberry 'just' above your bellybutton; my fingers start wiggling about along either side. I'm overjoyed with everything I've seen thus far, and I have even really 'begun' the true fun yet! :super_hap*

 

[Deadly Ticklish1]

*Hearing you stubbornly repeat just 'what' you want, as if a clearer understanding of your desires will suddenly free you from your 'predicament', I only smirk. My finger 'slipping' into tease along the top of the walls inside, still circling about your belly button, scratching along the top perimeter, my shoulders shrugging I frankly state* Nope. :stickout
Though that's a 'very' valid point, if you had made your request clear earlier, 'this' might not have ever happened, hmmm? *I playfully chide, teasing.* But, *-a pause, slowly sighing-* it is what it is and, just gotta' make the best of it, m'kay? *My own rant continues over your rambling, I'm only able to pick out 'certain' words (throwing the rest far, far away). After your plea, both hands rest on either hip, lying there.* Well, I heard the word 'beg', and, 'please - tickle my bellybutton', though, you should work on your speech-talk better, so things are better understood, m'kay? *Again, poking fun at your continued attempts of 'explanation', your rising giggles only interfering with your elocution.*
And, you asked for this, remember. 😉 *I wink, exaggerating as I take in a lungful of air, bending over to blow a big, noisy raspberry 'just' above your bellybutton; my fingers start wiggling about along either side. I'm overjoyed with everything I've seen thus far, and I have even really 'begun' the true fun yet! :super_hap*

I finally accept that talking to you is pointless. I honestly doubt that if I had stated things the same way earlier that it would have changed the outcome. I may be in a helpless situation but I decide to try my best not to play your games, still upset over my exposed body. Suddenly I feel a finger slip into my belly button. "AAaahhhhh!" I begin yelping, but bite my lip as you begin to stroke the more sensitive areas of my navel. I try to avoid giving you the satisfaction of hearing me laugh but once again I still let out a few short yelps between each long "mmmhhhhh...." as I am still unable to handle the teasing feeling. I arch my back and buck up and down with my waist as you caress my belly button. Jolting as you tickle the lowest area on the inside causing my lips to open once more. I take a breather as you stop to grab my hips, but begin to really worry, panic, and struggle as I feel your lips brush against my stomach. Luckily my worries are cut short as I begin to giggle playfully at you blowing your raspberry. I tighten my abs as you blow, thankful that my assumptions were wrong and also glad to take a break from the navel torture. My body moves along with your hands as you tickle my sides.