#feathertickling

Bare soles like this NEED to be tickled 🤷‍♂️

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A silly thing I came up with, a ship of gay pirates being very sexy with each other, getting into very sexy mischief.

Of course the first thing I could conjure up was that line from the song about Drunken Sailors "shave his belly with a rusty razor" and how rusty razors are very dangerous and can lead to lots of lovely things like Necrotising Fasciitis... YUMMY!

Oh my sweetheart. You do not want to go down that road~ I think of myself as a loving loving tickler ~ but something about feathers just brings out my most wicked ways ~<33 I suppose it's their elegant shape and deadly potential, along with most ticklees thinking there's nothing to be afraid of other than the bigger tickles that follow this fluffy harmless thing. But all that ticklee bravado gives way to desperation when I'm seeking out the hyper tickle spots with these precision feather strokes. Nothing probes those delightfully oversensitive little strips of skin between and under the toes like a stiff feather quill. Naturally, I'll have you bound overly snug with your toes pulled back and arms taut, I want you to feel every movement of that soft invasive sensation. I'm going to take my friend, let's call her Rachelle, and slip her soft white elegance between each toe ~ back and forth, back and forth. Amazing isn't it? How your attention can be sooo focused on such a slight touch, just grazing a little area of skin normally protected from touch. Incredible how hyper attuned a teeny tiny area of your body can become to my attention because it's always so hidden.

And we're going to compare every reaction between these toes. With fluttering detours to the valley below them, oh my yes. Your toes aren't going anywhere. You can struggle all you like but me and Rachelle are exploring every crevice. Every one. Her long body can elegantly stimulate your skin, and her tip is such an amazing prober. You can't hide those reactions, and there's no escape from the giggles, your spots will be found and tickled. They'll get all my attention. And when you're so good and helplessly giggly melty just from my feather friend, you'll find your arms pulling fruitlessly. Oooh, you know you can't escape, your strength waned long ago, but you just can't help it can ya? You want to break free and I bet you could, just keep trying my sweet pea ~ Pull those arms while I tickle and tease the outline of your underarm. Why, I could tickle your armpit rim alll night and watch you flop and writhe like that. It must be so tickly to watch me lay like this, relaxed and drawing my feather carelessly in a loop~ I know it tickles, I knowwwww ~ because if you could only turn the tables I'd probably be a mess too yes I would ~ ahhh, but here you are, tied and helplessly spread for my whim ~