Straps&Laughter
TMF Poster
- Joined
- May 16, 2019
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There is an amazing liberty when your partner falls in love with your tickling kink, while also remaining ticklish enough to have a constant state of excitement/panic at the idea of the next time I get my hands on her.
It's become an amazing game.
At any point in conversation on the phone, all I have to do is sat, "hey... I have a question..."
I can feel the viscosity of our connection change. I can taste it. It's like a bowstring pulled taut.
She knows with absolute certainty what the next question is going to be, and it starts running through her like electricity before I ask it. She starts giggling, even though she tries to fight it.
"Are... are you... ticklish?"
The giggles break through and I can feel her squirm on the other end of the line. The sensations are real for her, as if I'm there.
It doesn't matter that I already know the answer in vivid, intricate derail.
She as answered in every conceivable way, looking for the code to answer the riddle. No. A little. Yes. Very. Please dont.
The tickling is coming for her, no matter what she says. It comes in her memory, flashes of all the things I've done to her tied up, writhing body before. It comes in her anticipation as the minutes slip by, closer and closer until she is in front of me again...
And I can tickle her.
It's become an amazing game.
At any point in conversation on the phone, all I have to do is sat, "hey... I have a question..."
I can feel the viscosity of our connection change. I can taste it. It's like a bowstring pulled taut.
She knows with absolute certainty what the next question is going to be, and it starts running through her like electricity before I ask it. She starts giggling, even though she tries to fight it.
"Are... are you... ticklish?"
The giggles break through and I can feel her squirm on the other end of the line. The sensations are real for her, as if I'm there.
It doesn't matter that I already know the answer in vivid, intricate derail.
She as answered in every conceivable way, looking for the code to answer the riddle. No. A little. Yes. Very. Please dont.
The tickling is coming for her, no matter what she says. It comes in her memory, flashes of all the things I've done to her tied up, writhing body before. It comes in her anticipation as the minutes slip by, closer and closer until she is in front of me again...
And I can tickle her.
