My Tickle Torture Experience, Part 2He moved down a little and sat on my ankles, then squeezed into the muscle of my thighs, his thumbs probing the inner flesh, his outer fingers massaging into the tops of my thighs. I jumped from that and squirmed, laughing again, and he just grinned and kept doing it for a minute, then stopped and kissed my stomach. He asked how I was doing, and I just smiled sarcastically and said ''yeah great, thanks.''We both laughed and he wiped my hair to one side, as it was messy from thrashing around.He then kissed my chest, down my stomach, flicking his tongue over my bellybutton again, which made me yelp a bit and curl my toes in my shoes. He then slipped his thumbs down the waistband of my shorts and dug in little wiggling circles, just above my groin, which I didn't realize would tickle as much as it did! That alone made me giggle and slide my legs around, but he stopped pretty quickly and started slipping my shorts off.I was loving that moment; he did it super slowly, dragging his
My Tickle Torture Experience, Part 1This is a recount of a very intense tickling session I decided to do with a very hot guy I dated for a while, who shared my tickle fetish. This guy was gorgeous; short, dark hair, blue eyes, charming smile, toned body...I wanted to let him have fun with me, lol.He asked a lot to tickle me tied down, because I was always able to stop him physically when he tickled me playfully. I was nervous about it, but to be honest, his level of hotness leaned me towards doing it...and I really liked him. He wanted to exploit how ticklish I am without me being able to stop him, so I was nervous about saying yes for a while.So. One afternoon, I decided, ah hell, why not. We both had bondage gear and we did it at his house. I was wearing a singlet, board shorts, and shoes and socks that day. I was slightly sweaty because it's hot where I live, so I was hyper ticklish as always.I was laughing nervously the whole way to his room, but he already had his shirt off so I was a bit excited already. He had
Gym Junkie Tickle Torture, Chapter 1He was unbearably hot. Every time we happened to be at the gym at the same time, I'd always sneak peeks at him out the corner of my eye. We said hi to each other and talked a bit, but it was mostly a visual thing. He was 24, and about 5'10, an inch shorter than me, and very toned. His dark reddish brown hair was always styled upwards in an adorable sidesweep. His eyes were a clear, dark brown, and he had one of those smiles that's almost criminally hot, especially to someone with the urge to tickle him senseless.He was quite tanned, with trimmed body hair, as he always wore singlets and shorts. He clearly loved showing off his gorgeous thighs and chest, his stomach occasionally becoming visible when he stretched, showing a nice v and abs, his chest defined but not bulky, his arms toned with irresistible armpits, tufts of dark hair begging for my fingers to sneak in.We were on speaking terms but I always blushed a little when I spoke to him. He gave me pointers with workouts and told
Tickle tortureA blue hedgehog with a black one, were walking threw the forest, to get to the blue hedgehog's house, the blue hedgehog had emarld eyes, peach arms and chest and red and white shoes with a yellow bit, while the black one had red stripes going down his arms, quills and legs, he had some white furr on his chest, he had red ruby eyes, he wore golden rings on his wrists and ankles and he wore red, black and white shoes.Sonic: So shadz what we gonna do at my house?Shadow: Stop calling me Shadz! it's Shadow! and i don't know, i'll probally just leave you there by yourself.Sonic: Hmmmm but lets first go into my house ok? i wanna see what we can do.Shadow: Fine, oh and see Nicole, she said she got tickled by you two days ago, because you kidnapped her from Sally's castle.Sonic: *chuckles*Yep *thinks of an idea*Shadow: *pauses his walk* uhh your not thinking of anything are you?Sonic: Oh no, what would i possably be thinking right about now? apart from how much of good friends we are *sm
FrecklesThe tiny flecks of crimson that lay on his skin are charming and part of the reason why I find him so attractive. They don't just dot the top of his cheeks or just the bridge of his nose; they pepper his shoulders, his arms, his sides. Seeing them resting on his peaceful face as he sleeps up close is the best though. Call me a stalker if you want, but it's true. I can't help myself from leaning a bit closer, closing the gap between us, and kissing a tiny cluster in the center of his right cheek. His eyelashes the same color as his firey hair ease up and reveal a sleepy look in his bright, emerald eyes."Hmmm? What's up?" he asks me, instinctively pulling me closer against his warm body."Nothin," I reply, lips curling into a mischevious smile. "Just admiring your freckles."