permanently flustered

Don't help me, that's exactly where I want to be

well, well, it looks like most of your worrisome spots are covered. perhaps i can reach your feet, but at least your armpits and stomach and chest are mostly covered. and if you shift your elbows the right way, you can block your sides as well!

oh, but what's this? no protection right at this little spot right here? ten fingernails, slowly tracing the crease where your bum meets your thigh. my fingers trace down towards the back of your knees, and you're attempting to kick and grab my hands, with no such luck.

it's such an interesting spot, don't you think? you can usually hide it pretty well under you. not a lot of people think to try here, they think of the obvious spots first. but, i can start to speed up my spidering and you're helpless to stop me like this.

your hands are so close, aren't they? you're trying so hard, squealing that it's too ticklish there. but i can see how worked up you're getting, i can see your underwear getting wet.

what if i brush my finger just baaaarely from pussy to clit?

oh! you jumped so high. does this make you even more ticklish down here, when i tickle the back of your thighs like this?

tell you what- i'll stop when you grab my hands. they're so close, just keep trying to reach them. does it make it worse, knowing you can almost reach? your hands are so close, just try a little harder.

computa, make all the little freaks reading this feel a feathery phantom tickle begin at the nape of their neck, occasionally tracing around their neck, ears, shoulders, and underarms. from the nape, it painstakingly slowly drags dooooooooooooown your spine, twirling as it does so. it reaches that horribly sensitive area in your lower back riiiiight above your asscrack. it swirls around a bit before making its way back up your spine, this time finger-like phantom fingers spidering and squeezing around your back, sides, and underarms accompany it. suddenly, what feels like dozens of these finger-like phantoms take over and completely consume your upper body. the phantoms adjust from spidery light fingertips to quick pokes depending on reaction. no spot goes untouched. every reaction, every breath, every scream, every plea will be met with a new feeling. im sure the feeling will fade eventually,,,,, probably.

<3

"I'm in a wha—?"

"...One."

"...Why are you smiling like tha—"

"Two..."

"...wait..."

"Three..."

"...no..."

"Four..."

"...don't you da—"

"Five! GOTCHA!"