SoTicklishGirl
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So my boyfriend was over earlier today. We were spending the day together because he's leaving tomorrow for two weeks. He always tickles me. I mean ALWAYS. He knows i like it, and that i'm literally ticklish everywhere. I told him that since he was leaving, he could tickle me anywhere and i'd let him. He immediately said "lift up your arms."
I got scared. This is my second worse spot ever, and he uses that to his advantage. I told him, stammering, that i couldn't cause my arms would shoot down automatically. So he held my arms above my head and started scratching at my smooth underarms. I screamed. I kicked. And i almost fell off the couch. He stopped after a few seconds and i was out of breath. Then we were laying on the floor and he started poking at my sides and stomach, but i covered them up. He said "I want to tickle your stomach." I sighed and moved my arms and let him spider tickle all over my exposed stomach. I giggled and squirmed all over the place, but he found a way to keep his fingers on my skin.
Probably the worse part of the night was when we were still both on the floor and i had my feet near his stomach. He grabbed my ankle and my eyes got wide, as always. My feet were my worst spot and he knows that. "Time to count your toes." He teased. I giggled and tried to pull back, but he had a tight grip. He lightly tickled up the stem of my big toe, knowing that my toes are most ticklish. I giggled and shook it off. He did this with each one. I squealed each time, and sometimes he'd say "Oh man, i lost count. Time to start over." And i'd scream some more. It was pure torture, but i loved it. 🙂
I got scared. This is my second worse spot ever, and he uses that to his advantage. I told him, stammering, that i couldn't cause my arms would shoot down automatically. So he held my arms above my head and started scratching at my smooth underarms. I screamed. I kicked. And i almost fell off the couch. He stopped after a few seconds and i was out of breath. Then we were laying on the floor and he started poking at my sides and stomach, but i covered them up. He said "I want to tickle your stomach." I sighed and moved my arms and let him spider tickle all over my exposed stomach. I giggled and squirmed all over the place, but he found a way to keep his fingers on my skin.
Probably the worse part of the night was when we were still both on the floor and i had my feet near his stomach. He grabbed my ankle and my eyes got wide, as always. My feet were my worst spot and he knows that. "Time to count your toes." He teased. I giggled and tried to pull back, but he had a tight grip. He lightly tickled up the stem of my big toe, knowing that my toes are most ticklish. I giggled and shook it off. He did this with each one. I squealed each time, and sometimes he'd say "Oh man, i lost count. Time to start over." And i'd scream some more. It was pure torture, but i loved it. 🙂