🪶💕

That your weakness to my touch amuses me so much, as the fingers of one hand skitter along your bare, unprotected skin.

And the other just playing, toying with your nipple. Tickling it and getting it hard. Baby talking you in a mocking voice "D'awwww, you like thissss? Is the ticklish baby getting hard from the little coochie coochie coos?"

Picking up the pace on your ribs all the way to the crack of your closed armpit, just so you can't talk back to me.

I'm going to use your own needy body against you, by twirling my fingers around your ticklish nipples. "If you want me to sit the opposite way, spider my fingers along your inner thighs and trap your helplessly ticklish little clit between my fingers, just tell me."

Both the tickling and my hand over your mouth make it impossible to answer. But a cooing "mmphhh..." and your nipples poking through your shirt are answer enough.

Kissing my thumb and passing it across your lips, I turn around and focus those tickly index fingers on your most sensitive spot.

Since your mouth is the only part of you that can freely move... I think I'll have you convince me to keep this ticklegasm that's building inside of you going.

It's only fair that you ask for it, no?

Or maybe I end up laid out across his lap, my stomach stretched and my shirt ever so slightly lifted, showing the tiniest bit of my stomach. He lightly grazes the sliver of skin that’s revealed and I don’t protest. My stomach twitches but I lay there and let him lightly tickle me, slowly being driven a little crazy by the constant sensation. He eventually lifts the shirt a little and plays around with my bellybutton, lazily. I’m squirming a tad but it isn’t enough for me to want to actually stop him, though I playfully reach my hands out to grab his.

There’s something really peaceful about letting someone have access to me and trusting that they won’t betray the quietness of the moment. That we can just lay there and be in a zen state with a smile plastered on my face and a giggle slipping out or an occasional flinch, but continuing to let a ler have whatever access they want.

my fingers can lightly trace over your soles, stomach, underarms, and hips for hours…

when i'm making cookies and you press me against the counter with your hips and tell me you won't let me go until the alarm goes.

when i'm falling asleep, tracing fingers turning to skittering, fast touches that make me laugh into your shoulders. waking me up in the morning by pinning my feet and making me squeal.

when you're watching tv. when you're playing a video game, taking a break every time you die in the game so you can take your frustration out on me.

i want to be of use to you. i want you to know me so entirely that learning how to take me apart is thrilling for you. i want you to tickle edge me for your pleasure, to force many orgasms and then continue tickling me now that im extra sensory.

My hips thrusting beneath your hands, your fingertips sinking into me.

My wiggling feet brushing up against your firm hands, your possessive grip clasping my ankle tighter and tighter.

My tummy arching into yours, my squirms rubbing against your body.

Your skin feeling the shivers and goosebumps on mine as you bury your head in my neck, the breathy gasps in your ear.

Your knees feeling the way I desperately grind against them.

Your hands perfectly shaped to grope and squeeze every curve.

🥰🥺❤:

all cuddly

placed on the ler's lap

in need for tickle kisses

neck nuzzles

side pokes

tummy spiders

tummy kisses

soft tickles in general

cute nicknames

tummy rubs

cuddles

😜🤪🤣:

playful

smirks/narrowed eyes

wiggly fingers

being chased

hide and seek

pinned down

scribbles on our spots

playful teasing

playful nicknames

raspberries

fast pokes

games like 'the tickle monster' or ' the tickle spider'

rib counting

😈😏💢:

needy

tied up

tools

teasing nonstop

nicknames

nibbles/mouth tickles

tickled all over

no mercy at all

tickled till the safe word

wide smirks