A quick true life tickling story I thought I would share…
My wife and I have been going through a lot of hardship in our relationship since we both returned from deployment, especially in the realm of sex… namely, we haven’t been having any. Because of a lot of unresolved childhood issues coupled with the stress of combat and some interpersonal issues mostly caused by a lack of communication, we have made little progress into the world of affection- kisses, short make-out sessions, and the occasional under-the-shirt caresses have been the max.
That was why it surprised me when she came into my bedroom at 4AM looking to cuddle- we had tried it a couple of times to work towards “getting back to good”, but we are both restless sleepers and my body gets too hot for her at night so that had been met with limited success. It was more surprising when she slung a leg across me and clung to me in the position that she had always liked best in bed.
I have always been the one to suggest the next step; for example, I ask her every night when I shower if she wants to join me. She always says no but I ask anyway, just so she knows I still want her to (and on the off chance she says yes) so when I told her to take her sweats off and let me take her, I didn’t really expect her to say yes.
She did, but there was a condition- it had to be quick. It was nearly time for me to start getting ready for work and she was so unused to my size that she wasn’t expecting to be able to take much or for long, but I assured her that I would.
Two problems: One, I am notoriously hard to get to climax, and two, I had attended to my own needs around midnight and so wasn’t at my peak sensitivity.
Her solution? Tickling.
She is the single most ticklish woman I have ever met, is 200% aware of my fetish, and absolutely hates being tickled any time except for sex, when she occasionally enjoys it. I had just worked my way into her and was beginning to slide freely when she says…
“You can tickle me… if you want…”
Just hearing her say those words- instantly halfway to climax. Before she can change her mind, my fingers begin to tease her side and her whole body spasms- she doesn’t even try to sop the burst of laughter that escapes her lips. I let up for a moment and then run my fingers in across her tummy and she gasps, then begins to giggle, then laugh hysterically… it’s a symphony and it comes with a sudden surge of wetness that tells me she is in the mood for it.
One hand grabs her wrist and lifts it over her head and I actually see the pulse quicken in her throat- she cannot STAND to have her underarm touched. Still, in the middle of our spontaneous heat she lets me (which in itself almost gets me off) and as my fingers crawl evilly through her hollow her body does this sexy, delicious thing where it locks rigid and shakes, too overcome with the sensations to move.
Instant orgasm.
My wife and I have been going through a lot of hardship in our relationship since we both returned from deployment, especially in the realm of sex… namely, we haven’t been having any. Because of a lot of unresolved childhood issues coupled with the stress of combat and some interpersonal issues mostly caused by a lack of communication, we have made little progress into the world of affection- kisses, short make-out sessions, and the occasional under-the-shirt caresses have been the max.
That was why it surprised me when she came into my bedroom at 4AM looking to cuddle- we had tried it a couple of times to work towards “getting back to good”, but we are both restless sleepers and my body gets too hot for her at night so that had been met with limited success. It was more surprising when she slung a leg across me and clung to me in the position that she had always liked best in bed.
I have always been the one to suggest the next step; for example, I ask her every night when I shower if she wants to join me. She always says no but I ask anyway, just so she knows I still want her to (and on the off chance she says yes) so when I told her to take her sweats off and let me take her, I didn’t really expect her to say yes.
She did, but there was a condition- it had to be quick. It was nearly time for me to start getting ready for work and she was so unused to my size that she wasn’t expecting to be able to take much or for long, but I assured her that I would.
Two problems: One, I am notoriously hard to get to climax, and two, I had attended to my own needs around midnight and so wasn’t at my peak sensitivity.
Her solution? Tickling.
She is the single most ticklish woman I have ever met, is 200% aware of my fetish, and absolutely hates being tickled any time except for sex, when she occasionally enjoys it. I had just worked my way into her and was beginning to slide freely when she says…
“You can tickle me… if you want…”
Just hearing her say those words- instantly halfway to climax. Before she can change her mind, my fingers begin to tease her side and her whole body spasms- she doesn’t even try to sop the burst of laughter that escapes her lips. I let up for a moment and then run my fingers in across her tummy and she gasps, then begins to giggle, then laugh hysterically… it’s a symphony and it comes with a sudden surge of wetness that tells me she is in the mood for it.
One hand grabs her wrist and lifts it over her head and I actually see the pulse quicken in her throat- she cannot STAND to have her underarm touched. Still, in the middle of our spontaneous heat she lets me (which in itself almost gets me off) and as my fingers crawl evilly through her hollow her body does this sexy, delicious thing where it locks rigid and shakes, too overcome with the sensations to move.
Instant orgasm.
