Way back when...
Hi, I'm a newbie. Just thinking back on a great moment in my time.
I remember dating this woman, who, on more than one occassion, tied me face down, straddled my back, and tickled me with just the tips of her fingers. She had nails, but they weren't too long or sharp - just right! The first time she did this, I was so wet, I needed a new comforter for the bed! She would also breathe or whisper in my ear, about how she was "going to sweetly tickle the orgasms out of me" (exact words, I can remember to this day), which made me scream with helpless laughter and squirm under her. All the while, her nails and lightly stroking fingertips just kept gliding along my back/sides, and making spidery circles within my stretch armpits. With no set pattern, she would lightly squeeze an especially ticklish spot, that would make me laugh hardily and squirm. She loved making me squirm and giggle (so did I). She also had this habit of loving to tickle my butt! The tickling was always gentle when she had me this way, but at the point she would choose to tickle my cheeks, I was sensitized and turned-on beyond belief. I was shaking with cackling laughter as soon as her fingertips brushed over the small of my back, down my crack and to where the legs meet the body. She would just let her nails flutter there, tickling me madly. Even when she would go down on me, she would tickle whatever she could reach to enhance the orgasm - whether it be my belly, my sides, a foot, or lightly squeezing my knees (which drove me absolutely nuts). Whew!!!
There were also times this same woman would ambush me on the couch, and once she got her fingers wriggling in my armpits, no matter how I squeezed them, I was a hysterical bowl of jelly, at her mercy! She would use the breathing in the ear technique, which made me howl more, if possible. She would tell me she would never stop wiggling her fingers if I didn't promise to be good (I hadn't realized I had been bad!) She would also get me over on my belly, and sit on the backs of my legs, while squeezing and stroking behind my knees and thighs, and there was nothing I could do about it, except shake and scream with laughter. It would get me so worked up that sex was never a question - we always had it after a tickle fight - no question!
