NHLovenlaughter
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My wife and I have been absent for a bit, mostly because we have had another work-related geographical separation and our individual lives have consumed our time. Now that we will be seeing each other again very soon, we should be more frequent posters.
We have discovered, much to her playful dismay, that she is ticklish enough to be tormented via phone call- an endless turn on for yours truly. Here is an example:
Her: I'm falling asleep. Tell me something to keep me awake.
Me: I have something... thinking about one of those silk scarves coiling around your wrists...
Her: Nooo...
Me: An a rope tied between them, pulling your wrists higher... and higher... towards the rafters above you...
Her: (Voice a little more frantic) Our new place won't have rafters!
Me: And if it were anyone else, being stretched out like that wouldn't be such a big deal...
Her: (Starting to giggle, mixed with a whimper if dispair)
Me: But with those sides and ribs exposed... and those helpless underarms..
Her: Alright! I'm awake!
Me: Can't you just feel my fingers sliding up your sides... sloooowly... then your ribs, both sides...
Her: (giggling, and I can hear her clothes rustling because she's squirming) Nooo... no no no no...
Me: And those poor, helpless, vulnerable, exposed underarms... my fingers sliding through them again... and again...
Her: (outright laughing now). Oh my GOD! STOP!
Me: Stop? We haven't even gotten down to your thighs yet... squeezing that spot on the insides...
Her: (between giggles and moans) You should see how tight I am squeezing my legs together right now...
Me: Enjoy it now, because soon you won't be able to...
In a few short weeks, I am going to remind her how ticklish she really is 😉 I love you, baby!
We have discovered, much to her playful dismay, that she is ticklish enough to be tormented via phone call- an endless turn on for yours truly. Here is an example:
Her: I'm falling asleep. Tell me something to keep me awake.
Me: I have something... thinking about one of those silk scarves coiling around your wrists...
Her: Nooo...
Me: An a rope tied between them, pulling your wrists higher... and higher... towards the rafters above you...
Her: (Voice a little more frantic) Our new place won't have rafters!
Me: And if it were anyone else, being stretched out like that wouldn't be such a big deal...
Her: (Starting to giggle, mixed with a whimper if dispair)
Me: But with those sides and ribs exposed... and those helpless underarms..
Her: Alright! I'm awake!
Me: Can't you just feel my fingers sliding up your sides... sloooowly... then your ribs, both sides...
Her: (giggling, and I can hear her clothes rustling because she's squirming) Nooo... no no no no...
Me: And those poor, helpless, vulnerable, exposed underarms... my fingers sliding through them again... and again...
Her: (outright laughing now). Oh my GOD! STOP!
Me: Stop? We haven't even gotten down to your thighs yet... squeezing that spot on the insides...
Her: (between giggles and moans) You should see how tight I am squeezing my legs together right now...
Me: Enjoy it now, because soon you won't be able to...
In a few short weeks, I am going to remind her how ticklish she really is 😉 I love you, baby!
