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disclaimer: this blog is sfw! i may like or follow nsfw-ish content, but i won't be posting anything of that nature!

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quick story time- i spent the day at my boyfriend's house yesterday, and towards the end of it, we were cuddling and watching a movie. my head was resting against his lap, and my right arm was resting against it too (so, like, beneath my arm was completely exposed)

my boyfriend is very touchy, so he likes to rest his hand on my waist or rub my back, something along those lines. anyway, he was doing that until suddenly he started tracing a finger up my arm and INTO MY ARMPIT.

and i'm laying there like. cool. interesting choice. i'm not complaining tho... 😙

so i'm there just trying to keep my arm up and not squirm or do anything too disruptive... because every single stroke was either 1) completely bearable and the most relaxing thing ever... or 2) the most TICKLISH sensation you have ever felt in your life, but is too light to really react to besides a light kick or jerk

but what were these "strokes" you ask? oh dear, let me tell you... everything was SO featherlight, but done in random orders of this list:

- dip into the pit and trace back and forth

- swoop down in a u-shape

- swirl around the edges of my armpit

- allow a second or third finger to brush in the same manner (this tickled SO. BADLY.)

and eventually, as a result from the last point, i flinched and brought my arm down before asking him what he was doing...

and he's just there

smiling

all relaxed

and just responds with: "what? i hope you know i was doing that the entire time."

"i know, it felt good originally-"

"well then, put your arm back," he replies while taking my wrist and guiding my arm back to its resting position, "and keep it there."

HAHAAAA (i was in heaven at this point)

and then he continued doing the same exact thing until his dad got home 🥹 but while everything was happening, i just couldn't stop thinking about being pinned down in that situation or having to endure anything like you guys post about 🫣 sure, in the moment, i'm like- yeah! i could take that easily, but actually experiencing something somewhat similar makes me question that...

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You're going to get tickled.

Yeah, that's right. In fact, I'm going to pin you down and get you all exposed. Doesn't that gentle breeze against your ticklish zones feel so relaxing?

Now, of course, if you're not up for it, I'll happily let you go and we can do something else. Maybe watch a show, eat some dinner, or play a game?

But... that's not the case, now is it?

So, since you're so eager, I'm just going to slip my fingers under your shirt. They're not doing anything, yet. Just gently tracing that smooth stomach of yours. My fingers are so light, yet you're squirming already! Aw, such a twitchy little thing.

Doing okay there, darling?

Yeah? Maybe if I wiggle my fingers a bit more, that'll change. Oh? What's this? Don't you dare hide that tummy from me, I'm gonna getcha~

Awww, listen to those sweet giggles. You're laughing up quite the storm, aren't you? Yeah? Are you all ticklish just for me? How about your hips, are you a giggly mess? Yeah? Just giggling away like the cutie you are?

Since you enjoy this so much, I'm going to rest my hands along your hips, my thumbs sitting right on the bones. They're gently digging circles, teasing the hard surface.

Aww, does that tickle?

It's adorable how much you love this. Just tell me when to stop, sweetheart.

Y'know, there's so much love for upperbody tickles, so maybe we should switch it up. My hands are going to move lower, sweetie, and gently spider along those thighs of yours. Awww, don't get too squirmy or I'll have to hold you down~

What do you like? My nails softly spidering along your inner thighs, or the abrupt squeezes around it? Both? Aww, it's just so tickly, isn't it? Poor little lee...

I haven't heard a single "stop" yet. Should I keep going, giggles? Yes? Sounds lovely to me!

Maybe I'll just swipe a finger up that socked foot of yours. Oh, my! You're kicking up a storm! I guess, since you love it so much, I'll have to help you stay still. Come on, give me those cute little ankles! I'm gonna lock 'em up and tickletickletickle you! Yes, you!

Gotcha! Didn't think you could escape me, hmm? Or maybe that's all part of the game? Nevertheless, my fingers are spidering all over your soles, switching each time your foot tries to block the other. Aww, your giggles and squeaks just make me want to tickle you more and more! My fingers are going to move up, dancing just under your toes before skittering down to the heels. You can wiggle all you want, sweetie, but that's just going to tickle more~

Alright, alright. I'm sure that was quite the workout for you, sweetheart. How about I get you a glass of water and you tell me what you loved, and perhaps some things to change? Does that sound good to you?

...

to be tickled is for your cheeks to redden with a sweet rosy hue

to be tickled is to display an eager smile

to be tickled is to giggle in a harmonious bundle of joy

to be tickled is... well, a feeling of satisfaction from a silly joke! a form of comedic bonding with a friend, if you will.

oh? what's wrong?

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you'll practically bounce off the walls if i don't do something! how about you lay down? we can swaddle you in fluffy blankets and put on a relaxing film, how does that sound?

look at you, all cozy and warm! aren't you just adorable, sweetheart ☺️ come here, let my hands sneak under your arms to pull you into a comforting embrace.

you seem a bit hesitant, is something wrong?

oh? my hands?

did i pull too hard? i'm sorry, sweetie. let me adjust my grip. i'll be gentle, i promise.

aww, look at you. such a giggly little thing... it doesn't tickle, does it?

there's no need to protest, this just makes you even more adorable! i have to admit, though, i can't just move past this new piece of information. is that alright with you?

yes? aww, you're nodding so eagerly! let me scootch you down, allowing you to rest flat on your back. boop! boop! prod your sides a little... boop! such a squirmy little thing~

what if i trace my fingers along those precious sides, hm? don't worry, i'll keep my touch light, like eight feathers softly brushing their fluffy ends along your skin. awww, look at this precious lee! is it too tingly? what if i wiggle my fingers a bit more, now adding my thumbs into the mix? tickletickletickle, i'm gonna tickle this little cutie!

your giggles are so sweet! shall i keep going?

perfect, because these little fingers are going to crawl up justtt a bit. ohh? someone's super ticklyyy here! i guess my fingers will stay here for a moment, circling your lower ribs, wiggling gently. listen to those sweet giggles, such a melody~

now, sweetheart, this might be a shock to you... but i know you'll be able to do it. are you in for more?

oh, how exciting~ i need you to raise those arms of yours, dear.

you can do it! just raise them nice and high, just above your head. focus on how vulnerable your little pits feel. yeah? awww, you can't even keep them up for a second! i guess i'll have to poke, poke, poke that cute little tummy in the meantime!

who's my giggle-monster? yes, you are! the perfect meal for a tickle monster like me!

hmm? does that tickle? how about here, ticklish?

let's see... would you like some help keeping those arms up? oh! you can do it? how brave~

don't worry, i'm not going to get those cute little pits juuust yet. i've got to get the rest of those ribs, don't i? poke, poke, poke! you're so squirmy, especially when i gently prod on both sides! poke, poke up your ribs, in between the digits, and just beneath your armpit...

maybe i'll add a few fingers, switching from prodding to wiggling. ohhh, that must feel really tickly, doesn't it sweetheart? just squirming and squealing like a little cutie! don't forget to raise those arms~

how willing you are! don't worry, if you want a break, just let me know, giggles. but for now, we've gotta get to those ticklish pits, don't we?

tickletickletickle! which technique do you prefer? swirrrrling my fingers all around those pretty underarms, or gently digging my finger into the pit?

can't decide, hm?

i guess i'll do a third option: spidering all around... poke poke poke! some more spidering... oh! my hands are trapped! they're trying to wiggle out, but a giggly force is keeping them in!

aww, there you go! keep those arms raised for me. you must love being tickled! all of these protests and blushy cheeks, yet not a single "stop!"