Hiya
Oh wow! I never even thought of the thread in this light!!
I guess i sort of figured it was just another of those things that we all normally talk about having happened to us. You know, good fun tickling that just happened to cause less than desired results.
Oh well, i can honestly say that in this story, no one actually tickled me with the intention of making me 'go over the edge' - okay, i don't really know, but that's what they said anyways.
😛 
Call me naive - others have
Anyway, here's the story which i've shared with some others privately before.
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It was back before i moved - which caused the sad break up of me and my b/f (we both cared a lot for each other but with an impending long distance we decided the short sharp pain of saying farewell would be better than the long drawn out agony of not knowing, growing mistrust and slow fading of the once bright flame.)
But enough about my lovelife
I was over to his place for an enjoyable evening to celebrate his cousin's birthday. Come to think of it, I'd even arranged to make the preteen's favourite cake. (Their family was in a particularly stressful time and i was only half-time at the time. )
After dinner we were sitting around watching some movie they had rented when the three younger boys got into a tickle war. I think for them it was kind of a macho thing. Sort of like *mimics deep male voice* "I can take it. i'm a man!"
Switch to present tense for effect:
Anyway, the boys rolling around on the floor wind up falling against our legs so many times that i curl mine up on the couch which suddenly ends their tickle match because they interpret my withdraw of my stocking feet from the warzone as stealing their spot on the couch!
Boys - so territorial
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At that point they immediately join together to try to pull my legs free - which i decide to play along with, just for the fun of it.
Needless to say, with vulnerable tootsies it isn't long before the boys discover their cousin's girlfriend's serious weakness - which they naturally exploit with way too much glee.
But it gets worse for me. *not!* in that my guy gets immediately into the fray! So not only do i have to contend with a bunch of ten-year olds wickedly torturing my soles I'm limited in how i can defend myself because my guy's grabbed my wrists pulled my arms around my middle and pinned me backwards against his body!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!
I'm kicking -gently- and screaming for them to stop - when i can get any legible word out between near breathless giggles that is
- and generally struggling to avoid peeing my pants!
OHMIGAWD!!
Why is it that when the doctor asks you for ‘a sample’ you can drink 5 cups of tea without feeling the slightest urge. But have a bunch of pre-teens attack your feet and said tea practically rockets through your system???
For a moment or two I actually try to explain my horrible predicament but that’s as useless as every other coherent thing I’ve tried to get past my laugh-lips.
And that's when it gets worse!
Ohhh yes!
Not grasping my hideous predicament my dear wonderful b/f says, "try her belly button."
As I’ve mentioned to a few friends, my navel is like the ultimate horror spot.
So before I can think of the consequences, i wrench around and shriek a desperate "NOOO!"
Which of course is just the encouragement three boys need to totally go for it!
Oh gawd!
Suddenly desperate, I curl up attempting to wedge my legs protectively over my hyper-sensitive spot in a vain effort to avoid what i know will be the ultimate torture - to say nothing of embarrassment!
It’s been hard enough to ‘hold back the lower water as it is!’
But though I’ve created a minor fortress of protection with my legs I’m still trapped with my arms pinned across my chest?? *Aaaaaaaack!!*
Without my own hands to protect my legs the three pairs of pre-teen hands immediately abandoned my feet and went to work grabbing at my lower thighs just above my knees!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!
Weakened by so much intense laughter and unable to defend myself the little beggers quickly cracked my defences. By forcing me to move my legs to avoid their wicked knee-tickles, they soon had my legs fullly extended and pinned under their bums.
IN the lull between pinning me flat and exposing my hypersensitive belly I gasped, begged and pleaded i even risked telling them i had to go to the bathroom - which they took as mere subterfuge -a tactic i confess i would not have been too proud to attempt right about then.
--but a moment later one of the friends actually comes out of the bathroom with a ----- Q-TIP!!
I remember my eyes bugging out in horror as i whipped my head back and forth.
"NO NO NO please do-"
But that’s as far as i get before that dreadful fuzz descends twirling into my exposed button.
GGYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
I swear, I'll never forget the sheer intensity of that torture. I thought my eyeballs would explode out of my head as the tickles flung me over the edge of insanity wrenching my body in mad convulsions!!
Seconds that felt like days passed before my b/f, recognising the agony i was in, finally let me go. I don't even remember grabbing my belly. But I must have moved at hypersonic speeds! You should have heard the boys whoop when the Q-Tip splinters flew off in every direction.
Somehow that impressed them most of all.
Which is probably the only thing that saved me from further torture. It's not that it wouldn't have been fun but what i barely escaped revealing was that their brief attack on my button was quite enough to evoke a dribble of hot pee into my crotch.
Thank goodness i was wearing a fresh panty-liner or life would have been too embarrassing to contemplate!! *shudder* By the time I’d extricated my still-giggling self and stumbled breathless to the bathroom I’d proven that for all their advertisements, even Kotex has its limits.
So, TicklePMale, i have to confess i get breathless everytime I tell this tale!!
Hope you enjoyed it at least!
🙂
Many blessings to you,
Chickles_
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