Feb 22
Letting her win a round of play fighting because when she straddles my chest, her feet are within perfect reach. No amount of laughter-ridden begging or feeble attempts to grab my wrists will stop me from tickling those sensitive soles, the only thing she can do is escape. But now she’s given up the higher ground, and I can have her easily pinned to the bed in seconds, wrists helplessly held above her head by just one hand. My other hand is free to explore her hopelessly ticklish armpits and sides while she’s reduced to a giggly mess underneath me.
