slowtickle

If I ever, in my life…

run across armpits

this irresistibly sensitive, that person can just cancel their plans, and give up on all their hopes and dreams, because their fate will be sealed that day

She's pinned in such a way that she's totally immobilized, so no, you can't thrash to help alleviate even some of the tickles.

Their body pressing into you as they lay parallel across your back. One hand firmly clasped over your wrists, holding them overhead. 

You can feel their breath on the back of your neck, as you giggle and flinch with a million thoughts racing through your mind. Then you hear that sweet devilish voice directly in your ear. 

"Hmm, looks like you're trapped, little one."

Their free hand begins a torturously light spider crawl under your shirt, sneaking up your soft side as they tauntingly coo,

"Squirming already? I'm barely doing anything."

Fingers inching ever closer to your upper ribs. Right below your underarm. Reminding you in that mocking tone,

"Aww, you're so ticklish, baby."

As their unceasing fingers reach your ribs, they switch from a light spidercrawl to full-blown scritching and scratching. Never leaving that tender spot.

Just to make things more flustering, you then feel little kisses and nibbles on the back of your neck through the teasing,

"Angel, you have the cutest laugh and you're all mine."