To say that I've been pretty lucky in my tickling escapades is an understatement. Every girlfriend I've ever dated, ever girl I've ever laid, hell even a great number of my strictly platonic female friends have at some point been on the receiving end of a tickling from me, ranging from an innocent poke or prod to bondage and toys. "You miss 100% of shots you never take," The Great One once said, and this has been my mantra both in my career as well as my tickling hobby.
I've always gone in for a poke or stroke and rarely have been shot down by anyone I am comfortable with. Hell a lot of them have enjoyed being tickled and trying (usually in vain) to tickle me back. Such is the case with my girlfriend. She's delightfully ticklish and loves to fight back, although I wouldn't say that she has a fetish in the sense that I do.
I've shared a few experiences on here before but now that I'm making an attempt to accept my little fetish and explore the community (thanks in most part to this site and fetlife), I figure it appropriate to release a number of stories collecting dust in the fond memories file somewhere in the back of my head.
With this being said, about a short time ago my girlfriend drove down to visit me in DC. We got a hotel and made plans for a nice weekend together. As they say in the Service, planning is everything, but plans mean nothing.
Put two long distance, ambitious, sex-deprived early 20-somethings in a hotel room with a fridge, a tv and a kingsize bed and well... I won't patronize the audience.
We are notorious for working our butts off all week and literally laying around all day and night on weekends. My girlfriend has been kind enough to indulge me in my bondage interests over the course of our relationship, and when I asked her to bring a few extra scarves, she knew right away what was up. Often times our "hello kiss" is followed by a jab in the ribs or a raspberry on the neck, and it wouldn't be the first time I've bound and tickled her (or her me).
We made short business to destroying the elegantly set bed spread. It had been almost a month since we had any private time. So we showered, I got out, she preened and prawned, and I decided to have some fun.
I pulled two scarves from her bag and tied them to the bed posts while she was drying her hair. Clad only in my trusty lounge wear, I hid beside the bathroom door and jumped out to startle her as she left the bathroom, dropping the towel in the process. I scooped her up in a hug and tossed her on the bed and buried my face in her neck, blowing raspberries and playing her ribs with my fingers while I pinned her in place. She giggled and shrieked.
I stopped shortly there-after and pinned her wrists down. She looked up smirking. She knew exactly what was up.
I tied her arms to the scarves and kissed her gently. She was still smirking.
My fingers danced from the soft underside of her wrists, spidering slowly towards her underarms. She made the cute little puff puff noise she makes when she's trying to hold back laughter. Eventually I reached her armpits and tickled lightly up and down (the softer the skin, the lighter the touch), causing her to completely lose her composure.
She burst into musical bouts of laughter as I made my way down to the underside of her breasts. This produced a slight giggle and more of a moan... but this was to be play time for me, not necessarily sensual time for her, so I worked my way to her belly and spent a few minutes playing ribs and spidering all over her soft, milky-white flesh. Her belly is one of her worst (best) spots. Even when she's mad at my I can always count on a reaction from her ticklish tummy.
I gave her a breather then spun around, straddling her ankles, and attacked her feet. A firm single finger stroke from heel to her high arch produced yelps. Gentle touches and blows on the tips of her toes gave way to giggles, and scrambled spidering on the balls and heels of her precious peds led to howls of laughter. I learned today, though that if you take a piece of fabric and run it between her toes, or ever so gently tickle the tops of her feet and ankles, she'll buck like mad and beg desperately for the torture to end.
All this bucking and jerking forced me to turn around and pin her hips down, allowing me to viciously tickle her thighs and with a lucky buck, her cute little butt. The butt drove her mad... something I would remember for later in the weekend.
After a bit of time I was all ready to go again, and she was panting and sweaty (luckily she's almost always ready to go), so I'll leave this bit to the birds and say we tossed the sheets again.
I untied her and we cuddled up and watched TV before showering again and heading out to dinner. She would get her pay back the next night, but I'll leave that story for the future.
Hope you've enjoyed reading.
-trelax1
I've always gone in for a poke or stroke and rarely have been shot down by anyone I am comfortable with. Hell a lot of them have enjoyed being tickled and trying (usually in vain) to tickle me back. Such is the case with my girlfriend. She's delightfully ticklish and loves to fight back, although I wouldn't say that she has a fetish in the sense that I do.
I've shared a few experiences on here before but now that I'm making an attempt to accept my little fetish and explore the community (thanks in most part to this site and fetlife), I figure it appropriate to release a number of stories collecting dust in the fond memories file somewhere in the back of my head.
With this being said, about a short time ago my girlfriend drove down to visit me in DC. We got a hotel and made plans for a nice weekend together. As they say in the Service, planning is everything, but plans mean nothing.
Put two long distance, ambitious, sex-deprived early 20-somethings in a hotel room with a fridge, a tv and a kingsize bed and well... I won't patronize the audience.
We are notorious for working our butts off all week and literally laying around all day and night on weekends. My girlfriend has been kind enough to indulge me in my bondage interests over the course of our relationship, and when I asked her to bring a few extra scarves, she knew right away what was up. Often times our "hello kiss" is followed by a jab in the ribs or a raspberry on the neck, and it wouldn't be the first time I've bound and tickled her (or her me).
We made short business to destroying the elegantly set bed spread. It had been almost a month since we had any private time. So we showered, I got out, she preened and prawned, and I decided to have some fun.
I pulled two scarves from her bag and tied them to the bed posts while she was drying her hair. Clad only in my trusty lounge wear, I hid beside the bathroom door and jumped out to startle her as she left the bathroom, dropping the towel in the process. I scooped her up in a hug and tossed her on the bed and buried my face in her neck, blowing raspberries and playing her ribs with my fingers while I pinned her in place. She giggled and shrieked.
I stopped shortly there-after and pinned her wrists down. She looked up smirking. She knew exactly what was up.
I tied her arms to the scarves and kissed her gently. She was still smirking.
My fingers danced from the soft underside of her wrists, spidering slowly towards her underarms. She made the cute little puff puff noise she makes when she's trying to hold back laughter. Eventually I reached her armpits and tickled lightly up and down (the softer the skin, the lighter the touch), causing her to completely lose her composure.
She burst into musical bouts of laughter as I made my way down to the underside of her breasts. This produced a slight giggle and more of a moan... but this was to be play time for me, not necessarily sensual time for her, so I worked my way to her belly and spent a few minutes playing ribs and spidering all over her soft, milky-white flesh. Her belly is one of her worst (best) spots. Even when she's mad at my I can always count on a reaction from her ticklish tummy.
I gave her a breather then spun around, straddling her ankles, and attacked her feet. A firm single finger stroke from heel to her high arch produced yelps. Gentle touches and blows on the tips of her toes gave way to giggles, and scrambled spidering on the balls and heels of her precious peds led to howls of laughter. I learned today, though that if you take a piece of fabric and run it between her toes, or ever so gently tickle the tops of her feet and ankles, she'll buck like mad and beg desperately for the torture to end.
All this bucking and jerking forced me to turn around and pin her hips down, allowing me to viciously tickle her thighs and with a lucky buck, her cute little butt. The butt drove her mad... something I would remember for later in the weekend.
After a bit of time I was all ready to go again, and she was panting and sweaty (luckily she's almost always ready to go), so I'll leave this bit to the birds and say we tossed the sheets again.
I untied her and we cuddled up and watched TV before showering again and heading out to dinner. She would get her pay back the next night, but I'll leave that story for the future.
Hope you've enjoyed reading.
-trelax1
