tickle drunk

Oiled and helpless feet, what else is there to do but mercilessly tickle torture them?

The second you entered this playroom, you became my toy, and toys don’t beg their owners to stop playing with them. Every part of your body, from your ticklish pits to your sensitive soles, belongs to me. You are going to be tickled, and you can do nothing about it. I suggest you start thinking of ways to convince me to stop, because I don’t plan on wrecking you, I plan on breaking you. And I don’t plan on stopping until you lose the ability to form basic sentences. 

That trope...where Person A gets Person B laughing like a child...and sees the beautiful, adorable, wonderful, flustered and happy face of Person B...and just...feels their heart flutter...because they did that. Woah....

and all you can do is lay there, take everything they have to give. and knowing they don’t plan on stopping anytime soon because they are having farrrrr too much fun with their little toy

Looks like a good time honestly

Ohh you know you’re fucked!

Reblog if you know you deserve this and want every second of it. 

Silly one from earlier in the year that fell through the cracks. 

i’m outside…29…g5…seaside…

You deserved better and you really didn’t know.

Lyndsay’s first time tickled with the flosser while toetied and soles covered in oil