You lie comfortably on your back, head resting snuggled atop my chest as I'm perched behind you against the pillows, my fingers walking around from your sides to the center of your stomach. It's not too bad yet, so you're able to stay quiet, but it's still irritating enough to make you fidgety, especially since you know what's coming.
My hot breath blows across the shell of your ear, making you shudder. Tingles of excitement swirl like a flock of butterflies in your belly.
You jump when my fingers poke your sides in a quick, calculated jab. You instinctively want to bring your arms down to protect yourself, but the tightness of the ropes around your wrists, stretched far out and up, remind you that that's not an option.
You are defenseless, your sensitive body completely open to my exploration.
If you don't like that, your safeword is the X button.
If you do like it, proceed.
Because I am going to tickle you.
Dragging my fingers gently down your sides, you do your very best to suppress a shiver, but you can't hide the goosebumps spreading like wildfire across your skin. When I get to your hip creases, I caress in and out along the soft patch with my fingertips, so incredibly light, taking my sweet time.
Electric currents travel down your legs from the barely there touch, and you can't help but shuffle your feet, only to be reminded that they, too, are secured to the bedposts.
Your heartbeat quickens at the refreshed realization of just how defenseless you are.
I kiss your temple, telling you without words that everything's okay, and move my touch to your inner thighs, scratching lightly.
When you're here, with me, with yourself, tangled in threads of fantasy and passion, you don't need to think about anything else, you can let it all go. The world will still be there to snatch you back when you're done, the worries will for sure stick around for after. But right now we're here, together.
When scratching turns into pinching you bite your lip. It's getting harder to ignore, or pretend to be unaffected. Your legs refuse to close and a high pitched whine finds its way out of your throat.
Ten seconds. You relax back down when I cease the annoying treatment, instead smoothing my palms up your torso. I take a little time to massage your front with a solid touch, from your chest through your middle and down your thighs, palming and kneading any tension away.
You sigh in contentment, melting onto me, nuzzling into my neck, taking this moment of peace.
I slide my hands back down to settle on your stomach. “Ready?” My voice is soft with just a hint of teasing, and when you bite your smile as a response I let my right hand drop to the mattress, sliding my left to the side of your waist in search of…
“EEE!”
Yelping, you flinch to the right as I find that magical spot on your left waist. You can't stand that spot, and yet for some reason you love when I torment it. The combination is exactly what makes it so fun.
I grin into your hair and bring my finger closer again, aiming at that horribly ticklish spot.
“H-h-ho nno-” your breathing hitches in anticipation, and when I make the slightest of contacts you squeak and twist away, unable to control yourself.
“Oh yes,” I wiggle my finger and near your tickle spot yet again.
Squealing in delightful fear, you try to shift away for the third time, giggles starting to pour out even before I touch you as my finger keeps chasing after your squirming body.
“Hehehehenohohohoho,”
But you have nowhere to run to, and you know it's only a matter of time before my wiggling finger gets you.
And when it does, I squiggle away at your skin.
“AHHHahahahahahahhahaha!”
Flailing in your bounds, your giggles enhance tenfold as you twist and twitch under my playful finger, getting away for a second only to be caught by it again, forcing you to bend in a different angle.
You almost fall off my body in your scramble to retreat, the ropes on your wrists and ankles the only thing keeping you from sliding down completely.
So I take hold of your right side, pushing you back to the middle and holding you in place. Then I drill into the tickle spot on your left and you instantly revert to cackling.
“AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!”
No matter how much your body fights, it can't get away from me, sentenced to be preserved in a ticklish hell. You laugh and laugh, throwing your head forward in a futile attempt to curl in on yourself, all the while my right hand holding you down and my left finger poking your sensitive waist.
You breathe in sharply when I finally relent. Sweat dampens your skin, the few drops trickling down your sides practically tangible at your hyper alert state. I wrap my arms around your sternum, waiting for you to catch your breath.
When your heaving settles down, I hug you a bit tighter for a brief moment before unraveling and trailing my palms upwards in a telltale manner.
Knowing what's about to happen, you start to twitch nervously on top of me, your lips forming a smile you didn't necessarily approve of just yet.
I reach the shaved hollows under your arms and sigh into your ear. “I love how ticklish you are,” your heart beats faster, pumping all your blood to your cheeks, and you swallow thickly. “Do you like it when I tickle you?”
“Y-yes,” your face burns in delicious embarrassment, your voice unsteady.
“Do you want me to tickle your ticklish armpits?” You nod. “Ask me,”
“P-please,”
“Please what?”
“P-please, t-tickle-” my hands shift ever so slightly against your underarms, making you whimper.
“Go on,” I encourage, nibbling your earlobe. “The whole thing,”
You shut your eyes. “Please, t-tickle my- my t-ticklish a-armpits,”
Needing no more, I run my index fingers down the very middle of your armpits. You gasp, arms pulling on their restraints, a shock going down your spine.
I do it again. ”Ah!”
And again.
Every time my fingers graze those tender craters, your body spasms, unable to do anything to stop it.
Next time I pass through, my fingers pause at the very center. Holding your breath, your entire body muscles tense up in preparation.
“Breathe,”
You try, but with my fingers threatening your extremely sensitive dips, all you manage is a few shallow heaves. “I-” you break into a shy grin. “I can’t-!”
Chuckling into your hair, I go to town on your armpits.
“EeeeeeeeeehehehahaHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
My nails skirt all over the depths of your underarms and you shrink as far as you can backwards, tugging on your arms like there's no tomorrow.
“AHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
You arch your back and then sink down again, helpless against my maddening, exploiting fingers. I go a bit lower in my exploration and your laughter becomes laced with a wonderfully desperate pitch as my pinkies hit a goldmine.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!!”
Thrashing like mad, I keep up the speed, making you dangle on the edge of sanity for a few eternal seconds until your laughter becomes one continuous silent scream.
Slumping down, gulping for air, your head buzzes with adrenaline. I press my palms firmly into your abused armpits, providing grounding pressure.
Finally caching your breath, you feel heat coiling low in your belly and subtly rock in place, impatient, craving attention between your legs.
I lighten my touch and drag my hands down, letting my fingertips trail over the spans of your unprotected skin that's laid out before me. It makes you quiver and you try to hold still so as to not tempt me further with your ticklishness, you need that release so badly.
My fingers cross over from your lower stomach to your thighs and you can't suppress the jurk of your muscles. Danm.
I pause. Then I backtrack.
“Hhnnnnn,” you whine as I spider my way back up to your hipcreases. “Come on-ehehehehe,”
Your complaints quickly turn into giggles the moment I start scratching playfully along the thin skin. “Hehehehe plehehehehease,” squirming, lifting your head to look down at my tormenting digits, then throwing it back, laughing with an open mouth. “Ahahahahahahahaha,”
scribbling inwards and outwards, I ravish your hips with my fingers and all you can do about it is shake your pelvis and waddle your knees, enduring for as long as I see fit.
Suddenly, I claw my fingers and dig my nails into your hipbones, squeezing unforgivingly.
Your body jumps into the air. “WahHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!” Desperation fills your blood all over again as unbearable sensations torture your nervous system.
You thrash and fight but I never stop, my fingernails piercing into new ticklish spots you didn't even know existed and wiggling in them at the speed of light, coaxing more and more laughter out of your throat until you are ready to burst at the seams.
At the last moment, when you're positive you just can't take it anymore, I let up, leaving your body floating on a cloud of arousal.
I swiftly free your hands, guiding them down to your sex, granting you freedom to touch yourself as you wish, as you do best, and instead wrapping my arms around your wound up body.
As you moan with pleasure, working yourself up at a fast pace towards your peak, another little shock ripples through you when you feel my fingers at your sides, ever so innocently tickling your ribs.
Tickle…
Tickle…
Tickle…
My lips find your pulse point, kissing softly, then move up to your ear and you orgasm to my sweetly whispering voice.
“I love you,”
