Laughter is the Best Melody

Soft, slow, sensual tickle interrogations for things lees genuinely struggle to say.

Tickling them to obtain the password, but the password is "tickle" for lees who struggle to say the word.

Tickling a lee who struggles with self image until they can name 3 things they like about themselves.

That's all. I'll put it on the timer here, see. Just 5 minutes of sweet tickles, you can handle that, can't you?

Arms up. So good for me, aren't you? We'll get you nicely tied down. You look so pretty like this. Here's how it's gonna go. One minute of each. Armpits. Ribs/sides. Tummy/Hips. Legs. Feet. That's all.

Now here's the catch. Eyes on me, sweetheart.

That's it. Let me see that pretty face. I want you to look at me as I tickle your pretty body. I want to watch that blush grow on your face, see how flustered you are, see how those eyes widen as you giggle and squirm under me. And I want you to see how much I enjoy taking you apart. How much I revel in coaxing every ticklish reaction out of you.

Eyes on me. As I start to spider my nails down your wrists, each second getting closer and closer to those helpless, stretched out pits? Does it tickle, darling? Yeah? Good, we're just getting started.

i swear after so long its like your skin 'forgets' what a tickle even feels like

and youre left trying to resonate with, like, the idea of a tickly sensation

my imagination can only do so much and with each passing day its like i forget how intensely amazing it feels, little by little

i need to be constantly reminded

The kind of kisses that blur the line between heavenly and hellish, euphoric and torturous - the kind that cause breathy moans and stifled giggles to collide.

Kisses combined with licks and nibbles on every secret sweet spot their reactions let slip, before I slowly graze my lips and beard across to the other hip to reveal even more.

Thinking about giving a lee a gentle back rub, just stroking the skin. They're all relaxed as my nails glide across their back, laying face down with their face buried in their arms.

Then I glide one hand down their side. They twitch. I say nothing, still stroking as if nothing happened. A little while later, my other hand brushes their other side. They tense away from my touch. "What's wrong, sweetheart? A little jumpy today." I ask innocently. They whine, telling me nothing is wrong.

I keep stroking, giving it some time. Then I'd gently stroke a single nail down the armpit as I go up to the shoulders. Their whole body tenses. A squeak. "Aww, darling, you're so tense! And that was a funny noise, everything okay?" I'd say, massaging a bit more as they nod, blushing and burying their face further into their hands.

Then I'd go in for the kill. Slow, gentle traces in circles around the hips, just enough to lightly brush the lower sides. An arched back. A stifled giggle. "Does that feel nice, darling?" They nod, obviously. Tickles always feel good to pretty lees. Maddening, but good.

I'd trace all the way up the sides now, long strokes, gliding my nails from the hips all the way up, slipping into those armpits and travelling back down. The squirms start, the giggles finally come spluttering out. "Aww, you're so sensitive sweetheart. Is someone feeling a bit ticklish, hey?" They nod, giggling.