I live with the cutest, sexiest, sweetest, most ticklish woman I know. One of the things I most adore is when I have been ticking her - pick the spot, ribs, tummy, underarms, hips, legs, feet, neck - and she has been wildly thrashing about and struggling to escape and laughing and giggling and begging for mercy and shrieking "no,no,no!" and I stop and she looks at me with her baby blue eyes and asks in her soft voice, "Why'd you stop?". Then I realize I am with someone who loves tickling as much as I do. She loves to tickle me but mostly because she knows I will tickle her back twice as much. She can't stand being tickled but loves it when I do tickle her. 
