Well to pop my site cherry, i think it may be time to share with the community.. I dont see a "true" section here. So I hope it is okay to post here.
To start off, my husband is insanly sadistic "ler". He takes my ticklishness to his full advantage on a regular basis. I think he knows my "fetish" even though i regularly deny it. However he always wonders why i slam my laptop shut everytime he walks into the room! He is convinced I have an internet boyfriend, but i just tell him I am not ready to share my internet "exploring with him yet. I don't think I will ever be ready honestly.
Well last night which is a typical night in our house..
Jesse came into the bedroom with his hands in the normal spider mode, wiggling his fingers as he lurked towards me, and proclaimed out loud. "I think it is time for a tickling!" I could feel all the muscels in my body starting to twitch and burst into playful laughter. "Air" tickling is one of his most favorite things to do to me. I cant help it, just the thought of being tickled is enough to send me into a fit of hysterics. After about 30 seconds of tormenting me of what was about to come. He lunged onto the bed and began to attack my sides, I SCREAMED so loud and what in a mess of giggles begging for him to stop. No, Dont, STOP, seriously! Those always seem to be the first words out of my mouth, yet he always turns them around, "Seriously dont stop?". He then flung me around so I was laying on my back and perched him self up on my chest with his knees holding me arms down. He jammed his wiggling fingures into my armpits, making me go into spastic flip out mode. He continued to tickling my underarms, making sure to flip up to my ticklish elbows. Oh my gosh, I couldnt stop the feeling, it felt like the tickling was not going to end! As I laughed out of control, he just had that stupid little smirk that the "lers" get, just repeating "tickle tickle tickle" "poor ticklish little baby". As the torment went on his flung his arms behind himself to attack my completley defensless tummy! Oh my god It seriously felt like I was going to die, so being "nice" he decides to give me a break. Now he just Air tickles my face, and with his pointer finger does the "swirl motion". "You know what this means!, as he taunts me with that stupid finger. Jesse then yells out "BELLYBUTTON! He knows I hate hearing the words just as much as Air tickling. He takes his swirling finger and plunges it straight into my deep innie button! AAAERRRRRFGGGHHHHHH!!! AHH LAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!! That is it for me, the one spot that I cant ignore. I have one of the most ticklish bellybuttons on the face of the planet. Tickling there is a love/hate relationship!
Lets just say, he always knows how to put me in the mood! ahahaahah.
To start off, my husband is insanly sadistic "ler". He takes my ticklishness to his full advantage on a regular basis. I think he knows my "fetish" even though i regularly deny it. However he always wonders why i slam my laptop shut everytime he walks into the room! He is convinced I have an internet boyfriend, but i just tell him I am not ready to share my internet "exploring with him yet. I don't think I will ever be ready honestly.
Well last night which is a typical night in our house..
Jesse came into the bedroom with his hands in the normal spider mode, wiggling his fingers as he lurked towards me, and proclaimed out loud. "I think it is time for a tickling!" I could feel all the muscels in my body starting to twitch and burst into playful laughter. "Air" tickling is one of his most favorite things to do to me. I cant help it, just the thought of being tickled is enough to send me into a fit of hysterics. After about 30 seconds of tormenting me of what was about to come. He lunged onto the bed and began to attack my sides, I SCREAMED so loud and what in a mess of giggles begging for him to stop. No, Dont, STOP, seriously! Those always seem to be the first words out of my mouth, yet he always turns them around, "Seriously dont stop?". He then flung me around so I was laying on my back and perched him self up on my chest with his knees holding me arms down. He jammed his wiggling fingures into my armpits, making me go into spastic flip out mode. He continued to tickling my underarms, making sure to flip up to my ticklish elbows. Oh my gosh, I couldnt stop the feeling, it felt like the tickling was not going to end! As I laughed out of control, he just had that stupid little smirk that the "lers" get, just repeating "tickle tickle tickle" "poor ticklish little baby". As the torment went on his flung his arms behind himself to attack my completley defensless tummy! Oh my god It seriously felt like I was going to die, so being "nice" he decides to give me a break. Now he just Air tickles my face, and with his pointer finger does the "swirl motion". "You know what this means!, as he taunts me with that stupid finger. Jesse then yells out "BELLYBUTTON! He knows I hate hearing the words just as much as Air tickling. He takes his swirling finger and plunges it straight into my deep innie button! AAAERRRRRFGGGHHHHHH!!! AHH LAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!! That is it for me, the one spot that I cant ignore. I have one of the most ticklish bellybuttons on the face of the planet. Tickling there is a love/hate relationship!
Lets just say, he always knows how to put me in the mood! ahahaahah.
