A Flustered Lee 🫠

Reblog to have these secret tickle community messages sent to your inbox. These are basically intentionally ridiculous but fun. 

Talking low in my ear, telling me how good I am

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Evil breathy teases while I fall apart

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Letting me know exactly how pleasing my reactions are

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Aww, you can't say the word "tickle?" That's cute. You can't tell me you're ticklish, hmm? That's okay darling, you can show me instead 😘

In the way your eyes widen as I slowly roll up your shirt, or carefully slip off those socks. In the way your breath hitches, catching in your throat as my nails wriggle above that exposed, sensitive skin.

You can show me just how ticklish you are, in the way you bite your lip as my fingers touch down, in the way those goosebumps appear all over that pretty body body of yours. In the way your muscles twitch under that tickly touch.

You can show me it tickles, in the way you whine as my fingers don't let up, in the way you start to squirm under my nails as they slowly, maddeningly tickle, tracing those spots that set your nerves alight.

You can show me you're ticklish, in the way the giggles desperately bubble out of your mouth as I start to tickle faster, in the way your body shakes, muscles quivering as the tickles overwhelm you.

You can show me just where it tickles, in the way you squeak and squeal as I catch a particularly effective spot. Maybe it's those adorable feet with the wriggling toes that I'd peel back and explore beneath? Maybe it's the soft skin at the backs of those knees or those defenseless inner thighs, making your legs shake as the spidery nails explore? Maybe it's those hips, that buck and squirm as my nails find the little divots that make you scream? Maybe it's that cute tummy, the one you suck in as I scribble over it, watching it quiver and tense beneath my touch. Maybe it's those soft sides, that make your back arch and make you writhe back and forth? Maybe it's those ribs, the ones that make you try to roll away as I count them, gently drumming over the bones and gliding between them. Or maybe its those armpitss the ones you try so desperately to cover, the ones that make your laughter turn silent as my nails rake up and down, up and down.

You can show me how it tickles, darling. In the way you blush as I tease you for those adorable reactions, praise you for taking it all so beautifully. In the way you melt into me as I whisper in your ear. How pretty you look all defenseless for me. How good it feels to have you writhing under my touch. How I've got you, how you're safe, how you don't have to do anything except let those sweet reactions out for me.

You can show me you're ticklish, sweetheart. And you can show me exactly what it does to you. You can show me just how much you enjoy it, how much you want it, how much you crave it. And I'll give you it.

You have to concentrate on the maddening sensation while also hearing soft cooing sounds

Awww, you're so sensitive

Shhh, hold still

Your poor little thing