Enzo_Noir
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- Joined
- Jun 9, 2004
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My most explosive tickle-session of the year happened this past April. Me and my (now ex) girlfriend were going through a rough patch so I spontaneously took the night off to take ol’ girl out on the town. I had just dropped about $200 on oysters at a pretty fancy spot downtown and on the ride home she told me I could tie her up and do whatever I wanted for however long (knowing full well what that meant). Back at my place we hurried up to my room, her offer fresh in my mind. She was all done up, make up on point, hair did, a “whole-ass” look. A red-blooded American girl in her late 20’s, she had streaky blonde hair and warm peachy skin with light freckles on her face and arms, a toned body from training as a dancer, but soft and full from moonlighting as a party animal, moderately tatted, with a gorgeous face and a fleshy outie bellybutton. I used to describe her as looking like a girl from the Archie comics, with her upturned nose and sunny smile. A hula-hooping hippie chick in the street, and the quintessential brat in the bedroom. She had initially told me that she “wasn’t very ticklish” when we started dating but I soon found that statement to be patently false. She was as ticklish as the best of them, sometimes she just required a little teasing prior to tickling in order to send her into a full-blown fit of hysterical laughter. Her reactions ranged from a ‘farm girl’ guffaw emanating from the pit of her stomach to sharp, high-pitched, hyper-feminine giggles that arose from shallow panicked breaths. This evening I would be graced with the latter. I wasted no time sitting her down on my bed and peeling off her silky olive drab dress to reveal strappy black lingerie beneath. We kissed hard as i laid her down and began to strap her into my rig. I use a generic under-the-bed setup augmented with industrial snap hooks and leather cuffs. “Tighter” she whispered between kisses as I adjusted her bonds. Part of me thought to blindfold her so as to enhance sensitivity, but I didn’t want to miss that look of sheer terror in her deep blue eyes. Finally, she was strapped in tightly, spread eagle, face up. Stretched out across my camo bedsheets in her skimpy undergarments, unable to move more than an inch in any direction. “You ready?” I asked, she nodded hesitantly, so I advanced:
I started off by slowly tracing my fingertips over her soft skin, skirting the edges of her strappy lingerie. These long slow tickles that she usually loved elicited a wincing squeal of ticklish anticipation, she must have been on the cusp of her period which made her exponentially more sensitive! Normally she would never even let me sneak in a casual tickle during this time of the month because her senses were amplified to the point where even the slightest poke or pinch could cause her to go into sensory overload, but these were extenuating circumstances. I planned to take full advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity to tickle my dream girl silly at the height of her ticklishness. I continued with long slow stroking motions over all her worst spots which I knew by heart at this point having dated her for years but I still ‘probed’ her as I would a new ticklee, for old time’s sake. Eventually settling in on my favorite area, I began grazing my fingers over the grooves and creases of her bare midriff then traced them over her unguarded flanks causing her to twitch and jolt in a way that at first seemed so exaggerated I wondered if she was faking. However, I knew her reactions to be genuine by the trail of goosebumps that arose behind my fingertips as they slid across her exposed skin, and by the look described above in her sky blue eyes. I could tell that I had her worked up well past the point she needed to be in order to yield ample volumes of helpless laughter. I went in for the kill….
I grasped the edges of her softly-defined abs with both thumbs while planting the pads of my fingers in strategic positions along her sides and began undulating them at varying speeds and pressures. She lost it. Immediately bursting into shrill girlish laughter that she’d evidently been bottling up for minutes, as she thrashed wildly beneath me. “AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHH *gasp* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!!!” she exclaimed as I tickled her mercilessly. Scribbling my fingers up and down her waist, wriggling them across her ribs, spidering them down to the soft spots below, squeezing her sides, and gently gouging at her hips with my thumbs. A look of panic gripped her angel face, but was obscured by a gaping smile that gave way to peals of frantic laughter. Her continual giggling seemed so tied to my touch that as I kneaded her sides I felt like I was squeezing giggles out of a velvet bag of laughs, and when I skittered my fingers over her toned tummy I felt as if I was playing her like a cosmically crafted instrument producing the most perfect music I’d ever heard. Her manic cackle fluttered through the room incessantly as she stared at me like a deer in headlights powerless to stop the onslaught of tickles I was unleashing on her abdomen. In that moment she was my own personal tickle toy, all wound up and running like a top. Her belly was by far my favorite part of her beautiful body, but it was often only somewhat ticklish so I relished the chance to derive “off-the-charts” reactions from tickling her there. There’s something so intimate and erotic about clutching the literal core of someones body and evoking perpetual laughter that emanates from the center of their soul. Her face and neck had become bright pink and her laughing had grown inaudible, so I hung back to give her a second to surface for air. I laid soft kisses down her neck as she sighed sweetly for breath, her chest heaving up and down. I mounted her firmly as we continued to kiss, all the while positioning both my hands in claw-like configurations over her tightly tensed tummy muscles, perfect tablets for tickle torture. I held them there momentarily to build suspense. Her lips shut tight in a futile attempt to quell the flow of laughter that had already arisen inside of her as she anticipated the inevitable tickling she was about to receive. I wriggled my fingers erratically and she reflexively threw her head back and cried out with involuntary laughter even louder than before “AAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHHAHAHH!!! shit! AHHAHAHAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
She giggled uncontrollably as I prodded at her vulnerable midsection with all ten fingers. Her eyes were now cast upward as if to ask ‘WHY GOD WHY’ probably wondering if her ticklish torment would ever end. Somewhere in her series of convulsive spasms she managed to free her left arm and thrust it down towards my manhood, wrapping her fingers around my rock hard cock. “ohh my god, please fuck me right now!” she purred. I slid it in and we banged it out like we used to when we first got together.
I started off by slowly tracing my fingertips over her soft skin, skirting the edges of her strappy lingerie. These long slow tickles that she usually loved elicited a wincing squeal of ticklish anticipation, she must have been on the cusp of her period which made her exponentially more sensitive! Normally she would never even let me sneak in a casual tickle during this time of the month because her senses were amplified to the point where even the slightest poke or pinch could cause her to go into sensory overload, but these were extenuating circumstances. I planned to take full advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity to tickle my dream girl silly at the height of her ticklishness. I continued with long slow stroking motions over all her worst spots which I knew by heart at this point having dated her for years but I still ‘probed’ her as I would a new ticklee, for old time’s sake. Eventually settling in on my favorite area, I began grazing my fingers over the grooves and creases of her bare midriff then traced them over her unguarded flanks causing her to twitch and jolt in a way that at first seemed so exaggerated I wondered if she was faking. However, I knew her reactions to be genuine by the trail of goosebumps that arose behind my fingertips as they slid across her exposed skin, and by the look described above in her sky blue eyes. I could tell that I had her worked up well past the point she needed to be in order to yield ample volumes of helpless laughter. I went in for the kill….
I grasped the edges of her softly-defined abs with both thumbs while planting the pads of my fingers in strategic positions along her sides and began undulating them at varying speeds and pressures. She lost it. Immediately bursting into shrill girlish laughter that she’d evidently been bottling up for minutes, as she thrashed wildly beneath me. “AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHH *gasp* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!!!” she exclaimed as I tickled her mercilessly. Scribbling my fingers up and down her waist, wriggling them across her ribs, spidering them down to the soft spots below, squeezing her sides, and gently gouging at her hips with my thumbs. A look of panic gripped her angel face, but was obscured by a gaping smile that gave way to peals of frantic laughter. Her continual giggling seemed so tied to my touch that as I kneaded her sides I felt like I was squeezing giggles out of a velvet bag of laughs, and when I skittered my fingers over her toned tummy I felt as if I was playing her like a cosmically crafted instrument producing the most perfect music I’d ever heard. Her manic cackle fluttered through the room incessantly as she stared at me like a deer in headlights powerless to stop the onslaught of tickles I was unleashing on her abdomen. In that moment she was my own personal tickle toy, all wound up and running like a top. Her belly was by far my favorite part of her beautiful body, but it was often only somewhat ticklish so I relished the chance to derive “off-the-charts” reactions from tickling her there. There’s something so intimate and erotic about clutching the literal core of someones body and evoking perpetual laughter that emanates from the center of their soul. Her face and neck had become bright pink and her laughing had grown inaudible, so I hung back to give her a second to surface for air. I laid soft kisses down her neck as she sighed sweetly for breath, her chest heaving up and down. I mounted her firmly as we continued to kiss, all the while positioning both my hands in claw-like configurations over her tightly tensed tummy muscles, perfect tablets for tickle torture. I held them there momentarily to build suspense. Her lips shut tight in a futile attempt to quell the flow of laughter that had already arisen inside of her as she anticipated the inevitable tickling she was about to receive. I wriggled my fingers erratically and she reflexively threw her head back and cried out with involuntary laughter even louder than before “AAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHHAHAHH!!! shit! AHHAHAHAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
She giggled uncontrollably as I prodded at her vulnerable midsection with all ten fingers. Her eyes were now cast upward as if to ask ‘WHY GOD WHY’ probably wondering if her ticklish torment would ever end. Somewhere in her series of convulsive spasms she managed to free her left arm and thrust it down towards my manhood, wrapping her fingers around my rock hard cock. “ohh my god, please fuck me right now!” she purred. I slid it in and we banged it out like we used to when we first got together.
