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so this is my first post in this area of the forum...hope ya'll enjoy. i know i did :
this happened a while ago when i was dating her (we broke up about a year ago, but no hard feelings) when i found out she was ticklish 🙂 so here's the play by play...i swear i remember it like it was yesterday...anyway, enough intro
She was dressed in her shorts and white t-shirt with very short sleeves, and laid down on her stomach. Sitting next to her, I started rubbing up and down her leg, stopping on her thigh. As she began to relax, she tucked her arms up under her body. I began to rub her other leg, but, wanting to rub both at the same time, I sat over her ankles, giving me a good angle and easy access to give her a relaxing massage. As I moved slowly up her legs with my hands, and approach the inside of her legs, I start to use my fingertips, causing a smile to creep across her face. As I continued to move in and up, the smile gets bigger and she starts to squirm a little.
I asked, “What?”
“That tickles a little.”
I laughed, and said “I’m sorry, sweetheart”
Moving back around to the outside of her legs, I moved my hands up over her hips and begin to rub her back. She took a deep breath, and relaxed even more, as she moved her arms out and places them under her head like a pillow. Smiling, she closed her eyes.
As I continued to rub her back, both upper and lower, I repositioned myself to where I’m now sitting on her thighs. As I approached her lower back, I slid my hands down onto her sides and hips, I gently, but firmly ran my hands back and forth, quickly gaining a compliment on how good it felt. Coming back around to her lower back, I decided to make another run around her sides, ribs, and hips. On this round, I took the reverse route. Starting at the hips, then moving to the sides. Upon going up her sides, her shirt decided it wanted to come up (seriously unintentional), revealing her bare lower back. She went to fix it, but quickly stopped and left it alone when I started massaging her bare lower back.
I massaged her back for a little while, and slid my arms up under hers and gently moved them above her head, giving me a better angle at rubbing her neck. I thought about moving my body up to gently straddle her upper body, but decided just to lean forward. She looked back at me and smiled, as I began to rub her arms, shoulders and neck. Not thinking while I was rubbing her arms, I started using my fingertips and of course, she smiled and squirmed as I came lower and lower, and said that it tickled. I apologized and began moving back down to her back and ultimately back to her legs. She was going to get up, thinking that it was my turn for a massage, but I held her down and told her that it was ok. I didn’t want one. I made a quick round on her body, her shirt still up a little, when I came back to her arms. She smiled at me as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. As I ran my hands up the entire length of her arms, I placed my hands on top of hers, and gave her another kiss. Nearly laying on top of her, I moved my right arm down and gently held her right wrist with my left arm. Thinking I was going to have some real fun now, I whispered in her ear:
“I noticed you said I tickled you a little bit…now how ticklish are you?”
As I felt her try to move her arms down to defend her self, my grip on her wrist tightened, holding her arm up, leaving her completely helpless and vulnerable. She began to laugh as I slowly tickled her arm down to her underarms, causing her to squirm, bounce, and laugh I quickly slide my arm down to her revealed sides and began to tickle her mercilessly. Laughing hard, she began to beg me to stop. Knowing that she was indeed ticklish now, I stopped and let her go, and she quickly rolled over. Still straddled over her, I looked into her eyes, and kissed her, and moved to her side, giving her freedom of movement.
Hugging her while she’s on the ground, she wraps her arms around me. After we kissed, she slaps me for tickling her like I did. Of course I laughed, and begin to poke her in the side, tickling her in a systematic manner. Realizing that she couldn’t do anything about it because I still had her arm from the hug, I laid down gently on it, pinning it under my body. Grabbing her other arm, I struggled to get it above her head due to the bad angle. So I quickly straddled her, giving me leverage on both arms. I quickly managed to get both hands above her head, and held them there…problem…I only have two hands and they are both occupied…so holding them there, I positioned myself where I could hold her left arm, slightly bent, by the wrist with my left hand, and laid down right next to her on her right side, effectively pinning her right arm gently under my body, so, once again, she was helpless. I started tickling her sides, but she started to resist that. I started tickling her left hip, causing her to laugh hysterically and try to roll away from the tickling hand…but rolled right into me. However, in her attempt to escape, she exposed her right hip, which I quickly attached my hand to. Unable to roll away, all she could do was laugh. Afraid of getting kicked by her thrashing legs, I stopped tickling her temporarily, which gave her a chance to catch her breath. Rolling over a little, still holding her left arm up and her right arm under my body, I positioned myself so I was now not just laying on her arm, but also one of her legs. I started to tickle her hips again, and she went crazy unable to move. Amongst all the thrashing, her shirt slid up a little again (she fixed it when she rolled over onto her back). I thought about fixing it for her, but decided to continue tickling her, thinking I found her most ticklish spot…her hips. I was wrong in that assumption. I decided to again reposition myself slightly, and asked, “how about your legs? I remember tickling you there while massaging you.” I started to slowly run my fingertips on the inside of her bare legs, feeling her leg tense up. I slipped my hand up under her leg and began tickling her leg, causing her to flip out. Unable to kick the leg I was tickling, all she could do was scream and kick her other leg, all the while begging me to stop. Of course, being the nice guy that I am, I kept going . I did however, let go of her left arm, giving her a small fighting chance. Of course the only reason was so I could tickle her in two spots. I started tickling her hip, which her arm came down to defend, while I continued to tickle the wonderful spot on the back of her leg. She was in another world.
I repositioned myself for the final time, releasing her other arm, just to be nice. I straddled her and started tickling her knees, which caused her to kick and laugh a lot too. She tried to pull my arms off, but that didn’t work to well…
I slid down to sit on her legs, and slid my hands up her shirt, and, locating her ribs, started tickling her there too, once again causing her to enter hysteria, trying to get me to stop desperately, but to no avail. That was harder than it sounds, as her thrashing became near uncontrollable, and the laughter became near screaming. Finally, after a nice tickle torture/exploration, I stopped for fear of injury (dead serious), but I came to the conclusion that her legs and her ribs, surprisingly were/are the most ticklish spots on her body, not my initial assumption of her hips. It was fun, at least for me. I never really tickled her like that again in the year we went out, but I had some good tickles in there…and what made it great was the simple fact…I’M NOT TICKLISH!!! HAHA NO REVENGE FOR HER!!! I WIN!
this happened a while ago when i was dating her (we broke up about a year ago, but no hard feelings) when i found out she was ticklish 🙂 so here's the play by play...i swear i remember it like it was yesterday...anyway, enough intro
She was dressed in her shorts and white t-shirt with very short sleeves, and laid down on her stomach. Sitting next to her, I started rubbing up and down her leg, stopping on her thigh. As she began to relax, she tucked her arms up under her body. I began to rub her other leg, but, wanting to rub both at the same time, I sat over her ankles, giving me a good angle and easy access to give her a relaxing massage. As I moved slowly up her legs with my hands, and approach the inside of her legs, I start to use my fingertips, causing a smile to creep across her face. As I continued to move in and up, the smile gets bigger and she starts to squirm a little.
I asked, “What?”
“That tickles a little.”
I laughed, and said “I’m sorry, sweetheart”
Moving back around to the outside of her legs, I moved my hands up over her hips and begin to rub her back. She took a deep breath, and relaxed even more, as she moved her arms out and places them under her head like a pillow. Smiling, she closed her eyes.
As I continued to rub her back, both upper and lower, I repositioned myself to where I’m now sitting on her thighs. As I approached her lower back, I slid my hands down onto her sides and hips, I gently, but firmly ran my hands back and forth, quickly gaining a compliment on how good it felt. Coming back around to her lower back, I decided to make another run around her sides, ribs, and hips. On this round, I took the reverse route. Starting at the hips, then moving to the sides. Upon going up her sides, her shirt decided it wanted to come up (seriously unintentional), revealing her bare lower back. She went to fix it, but quickly stopped and left it alone when I started massaging her bare lower back.
I massaged her back for a little while, and slid my arms up under hers and gently moved them above her head, giving me a better angle at rubbing her neck. I thought about moving my body up to gently straddle her upper body, but decided just to lean forward. She looked back at me and smiled, as I began to rub her arms, shoulders and neck. Not thinking while I was rubbing her arms, I started using my fingertips and of course, she smiled and squirmed as I came lower and lower, and said that it tickled. I apologized and began moving back down to her back and ultimately back to her legs. She was going to get up, thinking that it was my turn for a massage, but I held her down and told her that it was ok. I didn’t want one. I made a quick round on her body, her shirt still up a little, when I came back to her arms. She smiled at me as I gave her a kiss on the cheek. As I ran my hands up the entire length of her arms, I placed my hands on top of hers, and gave her another kiss. Nearly laying on top of her, I moved my right arm down and gently held her right wrist with my left arm. Thinking I was going to have some real fun now, I whispered in her ear:
“I noticed you said I tickled you a little bit…now how ticklish are you?”
As I felt her try to move her arms down to defend her self, my grip on her wrist tightened, holding her arm up, leaving her completely helpless and vulnerable. She began to laugh as I slowly tickled her arm down to her underarms, causing her to squirm, bounce, and laugh I quickly slide my arm down to her revealed sides and began to tickle her mercilessly. Laughing hard, she began to beg me to stop. Knowing that she was indeed ticklish now, I stopped and let her go, and she quickly rolled over. Still straddled over her, I looked into her eyes, and kissed her, and moved to her side, giving her freedom of movement.
Hugging her while she’s on the ground, she wraps her arms around me. After we kissed, she slaps me for tickling her like I did. Of course I laughed, and begin to poke her in the side, tickling her in a systematic manner. Realizing that she couldn’t do anything about it because I still had her arm from the hug, I laid down gently on it, pinning it under my body. Grabbing her other arm, I struggled to get it above her head due to the bad angle. So I quickly straddled her, giving me leverage on both arms. I quickly managed to get both hands above her head, and held them there…problem…I only have two hands and they are both occupied…so holding them there, I positioned myself where I could hold her left arm, slightly bent, by the wrist with my left hand, and laid down right next to her on her right side, effectively pinning her right arm gently under my body, so, once again, she was helpless. I started tickling her sides, but she started to resist that. I started tickling her left hip, causing her to laugh hysterically and try to roll away from the tickling hand…but rolled right into me. However, in her attempt to escape, she exposed her right hip, which I quickly attached my hand to. Unable to roll away, all she could do was laugh. Afraid of getting kicked by her thrashing legs, I stopped tickling her temporarily, which gave her a chance to catch her breath. Rolling over a little, still holding her left arm up and her right arm under my body, I positioned myself so I was now not just laying on her arm, but also one of her legs. I started to tickle her hips again, and she went crazy unable to move. Amongst all the thrashing, her shirt slid up a little again (she fixed it when she rolled over onto her back). I thought about fixing it for her, but decided to continue tickling her, thinking I found her most ticklish spot…her hips. I was wrong in that assumption. I decided to again reposition myself slightly, and asked, “how about your legs? I remember tickling you there while massaging you.” I started to slowly run my fingertips on the inside of her bare legs, feeling her leg tense up. I slipped my hand up under her leg and began tickling her leg, causing her to flip out. Unable to kick the leg I was tickling, all she could do was scream and kick her other leg, all the while begging me to stop. Of course, being the nice guy that I am, I kept going . I did however, let go of her left arm, giving her a small fighting chance. Of course the only reason was so I could tickle her in two spots. I started tickling her hip, which her arm came down to defend, while I continued to tickle the wonderful spot on the back of her leg. She was in another world.
I repositioned myself for the final time, releasing her other arm, just to be nice. I straddled her and started tickling her knees, which caused her to kick and laugh a lot too. She tried to pull my arms off, but that didn’t work to well…
I slid down to sit on her legs, and slid my hands up her shirt, and, locating her ribs, started tickling her there too, once again causing her to enter hysteria, trying to get me to stop desperately, but to no avail. That was harder than it sounds, as her thrashing became near uncontrollable, and the laughter became near screaming. Finally, after a nice tickle torture/exploration, I stopped for fear of injury (dead serious), but I came to the conclusion that her legs and her ribs, surprisingly were/are the most ticklish spots on her body, not my initial assumption of her hips. It was fun, at least for me. I never really tickled her like that again in the year we went out, but I had some good tickles in there…and what made it great was the simple fact…I’M NOT TICKLISH!!! HAHA NO REVENGE FOR HER!!! I WIN!
