cloudywolf
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Around a month ago my partner and I were lying in bed after having sex. We ended up having a pretty open conversation about turn ons, and I plucked up the courage to tell her plainly that tickling turned me on. As hard as it was for me to say it, I don't think it came as any great surprise to her. We've been together for nearly 5 years, and tickling has played its part since the beginning. Likewise, her response didn't really surprise me as she said it wasn't really sexy for her. After talking for a while longer we drifted off to sleep.
Over the next week or so, the level of tickling in our relationship didn't change. My 'big admission' hadn't changed the fact that she still tickled me any time I was stretched out and vulnerable, and it didn't prevent me trying and failing to get revenge (she's barely ticklish).
The weekend came, and we were enjoying ourselves in bed once again. I had tied her down, and built her up with the hitachi-esque massager that we have. This drives her crazy after a while (which I adore), and so I untied her and we started going at it. I was on top of her, and she was lying back relaxing when I felt fer fingertips gently grazing my hip bones. Catching me off guard, this caused me to squeal and wriggle deeper into her. A feeling which she apparently enjoyed, as she continued to tickle my sides gently while I thrusted away.
After time, I began to tire and slow down to a more gentle rhythm. It seemed she wasn't ready for that though, and I felt fingernails scampering up my ribs and into my armpits. My god that tickled! I collapsed on top of her, a giggling mess. With an evil twinkle in her eye she said 'If you want me to stop you have to keep going hard'.
I was in quite a position! Absolutely knackered from my efforts so far, but way too ticklish to survive her fingernails in my armpits for very long. As much as I enjoy being tickled, I can't keep my arms up willingly for very long.
For the next ten minutes we alternated between high octane sex where she continued lightly tickling my sides, and rest periods where her fingers dug in and she had me laughing up a storm. I tried to resist as long as possible to recover some strength, but it was never more than 20 seconds before I was back into it.
When I eventually came, it was absolutely exhilarating and it took me quite some time to catch my breath and slow my heart rate. She was thoroughly satisfied as well, and I'm quite sure that particular method will be featuring in our night-time activities in the future.
So although the idea of having me tied down and tickling the crap out of me doesn't turn her on very much, we've found other ways to incorporate my kinks into our bedroom play.
Over the next week or so, the level of tickling in our relationship didn't change. My 'big admission' hadn't changed the fact that she still tickled me any time I was stretched out and vulnerable, and it didn't prevent me trying and failing to get revenge (she's barely ticklish).
The weekend came, and we were enjoying ourselves in bed once again. I had tied her down, and built her up with the hitachi-esque massager that we have. This drives her crazy after a while (which I adore), and so I untied her and we started going at it. I was on top of her, and she was lying back relaxing when I felt fer fingertips gently grazing my hip bones. Catching me off guard, this caused me to squeal and wriggle deeper into her. A feeling which she apparently enjoyed, as she continued to tickle my sides gently while I thrusted away.
After time, I began to tire and slow down to a more gentle rhythm. It seemed she wasn't ready for that though, and I felt fingernails scampering up my ribs and into my armpits. My god that tickled! I collapsed on top of her, a giggling mess. With an evil twinkle in her eye she said 'If you want me to stop you have to keep going hard'.
I was in quite a position! Absolutely knackered from my efforts so far, but way too ticklish to survive her fingernails in my armpits for very long. As much as I enjoy being tickled, I can't keep my arms up willingly for very long.
For the next ten minutes we alternated between high octane sex where she continued lightly tickling my sides, and rest periods where her fingers dug in and she had me laughing up a storm. I tried to resist as long as possible to recover some strength, but it was never more than 20 seconds before I was back into it.
When I eventually came, it was absolutely exhilarating and it took me quite some time to catch my breath and slow my heart rate. She was thoroughly satisfied as well, and I'm quite sure that particular method will be featuring in our night-time activities in the future.
So although the idea of having me tied down and tickling the crap out of me doesn't turn her on very much, we've found other ways to incorporate my kinks into our bedroom play.