The (other) Giggly Menagerie

Asking for a friend 😳

You're going to be in so much serious trouble with me, because that's exactly how I am, and I am going to be so very mean to you. Which means I'm going to grab you up with a snuggle hug from behind and pull you to me. "Look at this pretty girl. Aww, is she a little bashful?" My fingers tracing your hair and finding your top, caressing the materials and adjusting it needlessly over and over. "Tell me darling, are you ticklish?" I ask right as my thumb and forefinger find your side, carefully grasping it and making sure to be slightly under your top.

"Does this tickle?" I continue to probe, pulling you back to me when you squirm. "I asked you something, girly." I slip a hand to your wrist and lift your arm so I can start wiggling my fingers down its length, from elbow over arm to the pit. "Are you ticklish here? Why are you squirming so much huh? Why are you squeaking? You're so pretty." My hands move to start drawing up over your chest, playing with the soft sensual material. "Mmmh. So very cute, my wiggly doll. Let's here more of those giggles hmm."

My hands work under your top with one hand, over stay over it with the other. "Such a lovely outfit. How in the world are you so irresistable huh? Like a candy drop, so sweet, so darling. My little giggle doll." I find your nipple and capture it with a grasp, drawing my index finger over it endlessly, while I do a similar motion with my other hand from over top, giving you the dual sensation. "Coochie coochie coooooo girly girly girly. You're so ticklish, so cute. All ticklish and dressed up and nowhere to go"

I lean in to kiss and nibble at your ear down to your neck as you slip a moan. "You love it huh. Those tickles make you feel so good? Oooh what's this? Huhh? You gotta little surprise here for your Alex?" My curious fingers drift down and I make faux gasping in surprise as I lift your skirt and reveal your cute panties. "No no no. Alex wants a looksie." I move your hands from trying to block my investigation, and lift your skirt again. "Oooh my. Look what we have here. Did your sweet silky panties do this?"

My fingers trail and graze your panties, coming carefully to the strained material before I move and grasp at your hips, my teasing breath in your ear. "Unnnnh" I moan softly. "Nice soft panties. Nice soft panties mmhmm" I tug at the straps and adjust, slipping fingers under the band and tickling your hips slowly. "Such a pretty pretty girl. So gorgeously sensitive, so helplessly aroused. Look at your princess part. Straining these cute panties. Naughty naughty ticklehot girly. Ahhhhh"

This is where you beg and whine, when you find your arms pinned under my legs and my smirking upside down face is over you. Those legs won't help you now, kicking is going to be useless unless you somehow learn to stretch them another few feet. Those flailing fingers are so cute. It's like you think you can stop this from happening.

Now where did I put it, where ah there it is. My laughing finger. Look at this, look at it. Wiggling and scrunching and it's heading right for this armpit. Yep, your armpit. Nah, you're not escaping this, you can't escape your tickles you sassy girl. And just because you were so incorrigible, I do think I'm going to use mr laughing finger only, just my one finger, on this one armpit. Your other pit will get it, don't worry, but right now you're just going to have to worry about that as I trace this underarm over and over. Just my one long index finger.

Right here, right along the curve. Look at that. Oh it's hard to see isn't it? Kind of blurry, kind of at an awkward angle. But you see it. You see my finger going in and dipping and tapping and stroking. Tickle tickle tickle. Let's hear more of those whines. Tickles, don't it? Ahh poor girly, all ticklish and nowhere to go. There's that other armpit. Yeah I couldn't hold out that long. You are way too ticklehot to not destroy.

What happened with those pithy comebacks huh? I thought you were going to fight me? Giving up this easily huh? What happened to girl power? Did you run out? Hmm? You know what you didn't run out of? Ticklish ribs. Yep, I see those ribs. I see alllll of them lined up for me to play with. Such a ticklish gorgeous body you have here. Be a shame if someone didn't tickle you to bits.

Ah yeah, yep, fuck and fuck and shit and holy hell. All that. Get it all out now girly. The cussing means we're having some real fun. Which is to say, I'm going to tickle the everloving fuck out of you. Starting with these perky buttons. Don't even try to hide it, your little stiff cute buttons here tell me all I need to know, and because you're such a fucking naughty ticklish bratty girl I think we're gonna have to do the feather flick on them. Yeah that's where we take two mr laughing fingers, grasp your curvy curves up here and rapidly flicky flick my fingertips over those buttons.

Barely touching! Barely touching! You can't not laugh! Coochie coo you sassy little brat, what do people say? Little shit? I dunno, that's kinda harsh. But you keep trying to bite my fingers and we'll just see where your title lands. All I know is it's time for the makeup brush. Oh yeah, that's the thing. I still have access to Amy tools. And this blush brush on a nipple? That's gonna tickle. Holy god is that going to tickle. And the trick is, we take the blush part and lightly gently wave it on the side of the nipple. You gotta edge a nipple into it, not just go right in. Work the sideboob. Hey, are you paying attention? This is like gold advice here, I'm giving you technique that people have asked politely for and I've given because it means more tickle brats like you will get what they deserve.

Ah don't worry you can watch as the feather comes in from the other side. Yeah, feather to the armpit. We love a good feather in the armpit after it has been worked up with tickles and struggles. Yes, we love that! And you get so annoyed by that feather tickling that you forget the blush brush is coming for your other nipply nipple. A bit nipply outside? You're so stiff babydoll, you must really love your tickles. How fucking naughty can you get anyway. High time we do some tummy tickles.

Oh yeah, I'm gettign that belly too. You see I have this impressive wingspan for a reason. I'm just built to hold cuties like you down and tickle you til you see the tickle stars. Ooh ! Oh fuck, I know, it's like holy fuck, spidering belly tickles as your tickler leans over you. You can almost, like almost get at my tummy can't you? Maybe a raspberry or even a kiss or a lick would probably throw me off my game. Ahh, such a damn shame you're right out of reach huh? Maybe if those hands could get free? Damn, damn, damn. You're stuck and I'm going to squeeze these sides until you can't even cuss.

Which also means you're too weak from the tickles and I can let your arms free. For a moment, before I grab your wrists and hold them up so I can give you all the real attention you deserve. That means my full force shaky tickles all up and down your side from hip to ribs to pitty and a good tease at your nipply for good measure, while I layer the kisses all over. Hey I'm not all tough cookie you know. I give the kisses. I give allll the kisses my naughty hot tickle brat. Let's see how we learn, shall we? Let's see how you brat when I'm done kissing this neck and your armpit and your chest and belly.

Now the thing with inner thighs is that they are so tantalizing but so well guarded. You really have to do the big tickle spot opener. You see, that's why I locked down your feet like this, with me sitting on your legs. You can kick and struggle and I hope you do, pipsqueak, because I'm sapping you. All that kicking and trying to hit me? Keep it up, I'm going to scrub these soles with my brush and you're going to sit there and take it and get all noodly rubbery in the legs. Oh yeah? You're gonna fight me? You and no army, buddy. What's that pal? You think those arms stand a chance?

Well let's see what you've got, then. Come on beast, show me what you're made of. Oh man, you almost got me. You just about sent me to the ceiling with that puny little buck. Tell you what sport, let's see about them underarms. You're all thrashy and I'm going to hold your arms up like so, and yeah, I only need one arm to do that, and then this other arm. Oh shit, dude. Look, look at these fingers. Oh they are heading right for that armpit and you can't do anything. Yeah you just about broke free I mean not really not at all you're totally irrevocably fucked, but I just like to throw you a bone here and there. Tickle, tickle, tickle! Oh yeah buddy, tickle tickle! Those pitties are to die for!

Are you closing up shop? Nope! Alex says you are OPEN! Open for business. No closing up the pittie shop, not even for a break. Right along here, right along this fluffy pile, that's the ticket. Damn, you are really ticklish! Did you know that? Did you ever write an essay about being ticklish? Because that's a money maker right there. Yeah if I was a hiring man and I was looking for my guy to write about being ticklish, well you'd be cream of the crop. Oh, speaking of cream, yeah I feel your little buddy there. Let's just see what we can do with that, huh.

Yep, it's high time for thigh time. Don't try to fight it, don't try to fight it. You don't have a chance anyway. Look at those noodle arms. Look at these wiggle legs. You're a mess my guy...which is what you might think, but oooh strap yourself in soldier, it's about to get real rough. Because we're starting with the CLAMPS. Yep. Slap these hands riight about here on your thighs and we CLAMP down snug and then we claw walk up and we claw walk down. Ooh your muscles are so sensitive. You gotta work these babies out more. This right here, this massage I'm giving you, this has been passed down the Risa line for generations!

Not really, but because I think you got that reference I'm going to raspberry this inner thigh because you're just that cute. BBBZZZTT. Yeah, thigh raspberries are supremely underrated wouldn't you say? Whaddya say pal? Underrated? Maybe overrated. Let's put it to a poll. It's a little tauter than tummy, but so muscly and wriggly and extra sensitive. Plus y'know, your body is totallly thinking damn I'm about to get blown down here and then BZZZZTTT. Haha, just messing with ya. You are way too naughty to get sucked off I'm afraid. Naughty naughty guy, getting so ticklish and horny from these thigh tickles. Ahh it's that thumb and forefinger, clawing riiight in that innermost fold. That's the killer. Of course it tickles so bad dude, why do you think I keep doing it?

Now I don't think I can let you go. I'm afraid you are too ticklish, too naughty, and too needy to be left alone. You need to have this all tickled out. Yehhp, these featherlight touches on your thigh length? You need about five hundred of these. My kissing nibbles right on the most muscly needy area? We'll do that for an even half hour. Ahh, and my feather. There is my mister feather. So stiff and white and perfect in length. Now this is going to travel up this thigh, pause in the innermost fold, and you guessed it. You know where this is going. Your little friend isn't safe, not a damn chance of that. We'll take this up your stiff length and show you what we do with naughty helpless guys with extra ticklish thighs.

( in all seriousness I love to see this side of theblog~ love you both ways, all ways~ always)

Ticklemama~Miss K

I don't think I'm tough, I'm teflon at all times and you of all people know I don't crumble so easily. You just keep tsking while I load up my fingers to get your hips and belly, not-the-ticklemama because I'm not coming for one or two or three squeaking giggles. I'm coming for them all, and then I'm going to nibble every one of those ticklish gasps I know you have out of your thighs. Yeah, your thighs. I don't forget about those I absolutely don't. You'll be sorryyyyy

~ Faithful Forgetful (for now) 💜

You love that idea because it's just an idea, right? I mean a handsome pretty forgetful thing like you is going to give it a good try, but you're just gonna end up saying sorry when I have you on the ropes gasping and giggling and begging for my wiggly fingers and wicked paintbrush to leave those spots alone. But ahhhh, I just can't leave them alone you see? You see? You're too incredibly sensitive and interesting to me mmhmm. I have to study you and investigate quite thoroughly and I'm going to need you to not impede the particularities of my hmmm, research.

(oh I absolutely am)

"That's cool. Look, here's the thing. You're going to fight me. That's just how it is. I know girls like you and you think you've got one over on me. That's alright, that's alright. You go with what works, girl."

My smirk couldn't be any more antagonistic, and I make sure you see every bit of it as I don't break eye contact while the feather traces around your upper body from nipple to nipple out to each rib and down your belly. My fingers wiggle and grasp at the air near each spot. Not touching yet, just planting the intent and knowledge that I'm seeing every twitch.

"Good thing you're not turned by tickles. That would make this pretty agonizing, huh? The feather tracing your underboob? Oh man, that would be killer right? Is killer a good thing or bad thing? Sometimes it's like oooh that track is killer but then you might be like gosh that project was a killer. Maybe it's just killer when it's good and ah killer when it's bad. What do you think girly?"

I interrogate you with my nonsense while the stiff feather caresses your curves carefully. Without a cue or prompt my hand slips to your belly and starts doing shaky spidery tickles, centering on spots I found from the probing and working you over, still casually chatting away.

"... it's kind of like how something is bad or bad. You know? No wonder we have so many misfires in the world, no one can speak the language well. Or good. Is it good or well? I never know. It's like that irregardless word. Apparently it's not a word but then people say it. And you know we have flammable and inflammable, what's up with that? Hey, are you even listening? Why are you gasping, girly. You wouldn't be ticklish would you? Oh and a moan too? Is that because my feather found your nubbin? Oooh what a burn."

I chuckle and follow your squirms, tracing the feather under your nipple, my fingers caressing back and forth across your tummy lower and lower until I'm on your hip, digging in with my thumb for big tickles.

"Ahhh, that tickles doesn't it. Tell me about it. I see those legs going too. Be careful girl, I think there's some squeezing crabs around here. Ooh shit, oh shit, look out!"

I scoot back and attach to your legs, carefully feeling around with my thumbs and fingers, working up and down and studying you before locking in on two spots, squeezing thoughtfully on your muscles.

"Theeere it is!! A-ha. Nah, you can't get away from this. Nope. I've gotcha. Yeah, you kick and thrash and fight and yet you're still ticklish, what happened? Oooop. Ooope. There was a moan. I heard thaaaat!"

I lean in and brush my lips across your bouncing tummy, pausing at a goodie spot to start blowing a raspberry. "Ah crap I forgot, I was going to ask if you knew what a raspberry was. " I blow more, sealing and moving across all the way to your side, exercising the hell out of your legs. "Bushel of raspberries, coming right up!!"

My acknowledgement of your sounds and obvious bodily reactions is severely downplayed to this point, with the exception of my eyes glancing occasionally back to your girlihood. At least, until now.

"So, about that clitty. Oh yeah. You thought I wasn't noticing huh."

My feather starts tracing up between your legs, the tip itchy and touching now at your volunteering button. "Girl. You wanted this bad, so bad huh. Look at that. I didn't even touch your bean and it's just right there all please tickle me Alex please tickle me. I can't. I can't resist. I'm just going to have to keep you and tickle you until you see stars."

I keep the feather steady, tracing the elegant shape of your clit up down and around. My fingers play at your thighs, sliding around and lingering when I get a good giggle out of you. "Tickle, tickle, tickle... tickle. Damn girl. Damn! Look at you squirm. I have to tickle you, you know. I have to make sure you feel all of this. You're a bad girl, so ticklish, so needy. If you weren't a naughty ticklish brat this wouldn't tickle so bad, now would it? Huh? Would it? You're going to fight and bounce and the feather isn't stopping. Yeah, you can call me that, I've heard it all. Like you tickling bastard, you total asshole. Fuckstick? I've been called that. Especially when I do this."

I lean in and blow a curtain of air across your hot wanting button, letting the breeze drive you mad as you tingle on the fuzzy edge. The feather returns, but is joined by a fine point paintbrush, which I make sure you see I've dipped into some icy water. "This is bad. Not gonna lie girl. This is dastardly. Feel free to unload that profanity now." I grin and take the tipped brush to one side, painting your clitty carefully while the feather waves and wafts, occasionally teasing with a touch.

"Good thing you're not all tickle horny, huh."

Real tough guy huh, thinking that's what you want? Let's see how tough you are then, let's just see how many fucks I can get out of you when your muscles count for nothing, when I have you blindfolded and softly gagged. Oh, I don't want you silent, nah. I just want to muffle you a little. Because I'm going to sap all your strength from every angle.

That's right. You're getting milked six ways from Sunday. Your arms secured and locked in over your head with just enough slack to pull down but block nothing. Your legs totally immobilized, because I want to see how your toes curl uselessly when nothing else can move down there. Tough guy, you're already squirming. Tough guy, you are so beyond fucked, I hope you realize.

These ribs? Yeah these are mine now to play like a guitar. How badly does it tickle when I strum them? How does it feel knowing you can't stop me playing you like an instrument? I see those shoulders tensing and I'm going to nibble there. That spot sucks, and no one ever suspects it, nah. Especially not a nibble. See, it's the mmmmh. That restrained squeeze of the lips and light touch of the teeth that does it, right on your muscles.

Look at this belly, babe. Look at it. It's so ticklish I'm barely touching and you're writhing so much. Look at this belly!! God you're so fucking ticklish. It almost pisses me off how cute you are because it makes me want to tickle you so badly and you are not in control here. That's why I'm getting the toothbruses out next.

Not buzzing yet, nah. Just holding these bristles right above your boy buttons. Do you know your boy buttons are ticklish? How often do you touch yourself thinking about your ticklish boy buttons being tickled? Uh huh. Yeah. Naughty, naughty boy you are. And when I turn this one on? Buzzing on your left nipple. It's buzzing. Hey. Look. Oh wait. Listen. It's buzzing. It's buzzing, and it's going to tickle. Yeah. This toothbrush, this toothbrush, it's made by Reach. And it's reaching for your boy button. Your nipple. And it's going to tickle. Holy shit is this going to tickle baby.

Yeah that's me massaging your side too. Yeah, I set down that other toothbrush and started squeezing. I don't know, I saw a side, and you're still tied up and oh yeah, you're also all mine and I'm going to tickle you until that cock gives up your honey, so just sit tight because I'm not stopping. I've got your bellybutton now too I hope you know. My finger going in and out? Dipping in and out? Right over here, that's where you're ticklish holy god! Right on that belly muscle.

This is how I work out a ticklish cute boy. But you know, those feet are awfully lonely. And well, I have something here. Let me let you guess it. I'm going to apply these to your feet, yep. You can't see can ya? Tell me what you think this is. Oooh man, that tickles doesn't it. It's so bad. We have to scrub a dub dub your dirty feet babe. Ahh I see that cock bouncing. Look look look. What a good dick, all swelling and showing off. Damn! I'm going to wreck you so bad.

You wanted this huh, you wanted my finger around this swollen rod yeah. Ooh that feels good huh? When I trace your head? Fucking naughty. Nah, the finger is too good for you. You're getting the feather. Right under your tip, right on the tip that's where you're ticklish. What, are you gonna beg now? Are you going to whine through your gag? Tell me it's too much, it's too many tickles? Come on now, protest through that gag. Let's hear it. All of it.

Yeah that's a mouthful. And I'm not stopping. Nah, fuck that. You're so hard from all this tickling. You're so naughty. Look at that. I'm barely touching you with this feather on your length and you're just so needy. I see that throbbing twitch. Yeah you're getting an armpit massage for that one. Yep. That's what you get. You get your underarms thumb rubbed like this. Tight circles and big dipping. And you're still hard!!

Are you going to leak? Going to be extra naughty? Now if you weren't naughty then this wouldn't tickle so bad now would it baby? Let's get that feather back out. Let's see how you learn. Ah ah ah. Man, you just can't help it. I have to tickle this cock so much just to make you learn. And yep, it's time for the bullet vibe. Let's see how you take this. A buzzing right on your rod. That's a bad one. That's a vibe. You can't stop it either.