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He goes for my wrists, tormenting me for having such sensitive forearms that are easily more ticklish than my actual armpits. I’m losing the fight I was never meant to win. My laugh is sounding less cute and more worried because he shows no signs of stopping. I’m pleading for him to move somewhere else so he indulges and goes to my neck. Tickling all along my collarbone and working his way up to my neck. This drives me crazy, of course, and he is delighted by how little he has to do to get me to lose my mind. He squeezes all along my arms and chest and finds some good spots that surprise him and me with my reaction of a silent laugh without breath for over 10 seconds.

Now he promises an actual break for me to catch my breath. My head flops back and my arms are still stretched. He decides to lightly trace my nipples while letting me breathe because of course he has to find a way to shorten my break. I flinch and smile, he picks up speed and tickles both nipples. I start moving around and trying to escape, though I have nowhere to go. He lifts my shirt and bra, and lightly teases my hard nipples oh so gently but that doesn’t stop the giggles. It tickles more than I expect and I don’t know what to do or how to contain myself. He stays there for what seems like hours, commenting on how it’s hard to go somewhere else after you’ve taken someone’s shirt off. My boobs are apparently a bit distracting. I start to plead again, asking for him to move to another spot. Crying that I can’t take it, it tickles too much, I promise I can’t handle it. This only makes him stay longer. The more he tickles, the more I panic. He eventually switches up his technique and I’d almost be thankful except it initiates a new sound from me. I have a guttural scream that leaves my mouth as he rolls my nipples around with more pressure. At this point they are so sensitive and so raw. I’m truly losing my cool, if I ever had it. He can tell my mind is gone and he puts one nipple in his mouth to enjoy the soft swirl of his tongue around my nipple, arguably the more sensitive part. His other hand gently caresses the free nipple and occasionally tickles it. I’m caught between a moan and a laugh and he loves that I don’t know which sound to make. He removes his mouth only to tease me about the joys of being platonic tickle buddies, melting my mind and ruining my underwear with each revolution around my nipple.

The pleasure ends and he leaves my boobs visible while he tickles my sides and watches them bounce around as I cackle and continue to freak out. He finishes the session by releasing my arms and then letting me lay across his lap, where he taunts me with potential hip tickles and pokes. Then, he lifts my arms to continue to torment my raw nipples and elicit more insane noises while I lay there writhing and enjoying my torture.

Ler 1 starts at the top and torments my neck while ler 2 starts with my feet. They each work their way down or up, respectively, and meet in the middle before ending where the other started. They each get a turn to tickle every inch of my body in the way they think is best. Then, they go spot by spot and ask me who tickled me better for each. Maybe ler 1 tickled my armpits better but ler 2 got that tricky spot on my thighs well.

One game had us hoping to not draw the same card number twice, and if you did then you forfeit the round. But what if you could opt for a tickle challenge and be allowed to keep playing/discard that card if you could handle a minute of tickling without making a peep?

The next game had us also being mindful of what number card we played and there was a punishment for going outside of a range. I think the punishment should’ve been whoever had the most points (loser of the game) had to endure that amount of minutes of tickling. We played until 60 points was reached and I do fear I lost that game…

Another game involved teams and we had to get our teammates to make word associations with very vague clues. At one point we tied and did another round to break it but a better tie breaker could’ve been to nominate one person from each team to endure tickling from the other team’s players and whoever taps out first, loses.