The evening of Friday, December 14, 2007, I spent some time with my attractive female tickle buddy. I was not able to arrive as early as I would have liked and as she had plans for later in the evening, that gave us about an hour to play.
For some time I have had a couple of new techniques to try on my friend. But with just one sweep of the big hand to spend tickling her with my little hands, I decided to stick to my proven methods.
As always, we got started after I slipped out of my clothes and into my bathing suit - not that my lady friend or anyone else wants to see me in a swimsuit but rather so I don't wrinkle and sweat up my clothing. Removing her robe, my fit, trim tickle buddy got me going as I saw her form-fitting two-piece workout apparel. Lucky for her we were in her bedroom, because she fell as, approaching her from behind, I tickled her sides. Better to collapse on a bed than a floor!
After a few minutes of free-style tickling her midriff, knees and feet I tied my ticklish subject's arms behind her back and had her rest face down on the bed. Straddling my lady friend, my fingertips continued the tickle assault on her sides, the necktie holding her wrists limiting her ability to push me away.
Turning around, I rested on her legs and tickled her
feet while occasionally reaching back to tickle her sides. Then, remembering my passion for economy, I tied my tickle buddy's ankles together and bent her legs back to hog-tie her. If there's one thing better than having a nice-looking woman who lets you tickle her for free, it's having her ribs and feet close together so you can spend less energy as you dish out the torture! Not one to rest on laurels, I made tickling her still easier by putting my electric toothbrushes to work on her helpless bare soles, still straddling my companion to keep her immobile.
My tickle buddy consistently giggles when I tickle her. No screaming, yelping, or variation in laughter. I'd like to have it as a ring tone.
I un-hog-tied her and, having my friend remain face down, fastened her bound wrists and ankles to either side of the bed. Tucking some throw pillows under her pelvis to elevate her behind, I pulled down her shorts for a peek at her thong underwear and the chance to tickle her
tight rear end. While she warned me not to remove the shorts, she graciously let me lower them and bore the bare bottom tickles.
Putting her shorts back in place, I had to have another go at my tickle buddy's ever-sensitive footies and also ran my fingers and electric toothbrushes along her back, neck and sides. Then I restrained her in the final position, on her back in the upside-down Y position, ankles tied to either bedpost, arms together overhead to the headboard as I took a trip around her ticklish spots one last time.
Well, that was the last time I tickled my special friend while she was totally helpless. I freed one of her restrained arms and invited her to finish untying herself - as I continued tickling her, that is. What fun, watching my tickle buddy attempt to untie the other wrist as my tickling fingers tormented her ribs, forcing her to fend me off. Then I just tickled my friend's bound feet so she had to continue suffering but could use her free hand to untie the restrained hand, since she couldn't reach down to push me away.
I didn't say I was done, did I? Once her hands were free, I told my tickle buddy she could untie her feet. I moved behind her, tickling her ribs because - well, what should I do instead, write out Christmas cards?
At last my fetching female friend released herself. Then all she had to do was free herself of me as I tickle-attacked her again, not wanting the encounter to end.
After getting dressed I was chatting with my friend, who made the mistakes of not putting her robe back on and turning her back on me as she reached to take something out of a cabinet. My tickling fingers went for those ribs again! Embracing my tickle buddy from behind, I subjected her to one last moment of tickle torture before bidding
farewell.
For some time I have had a couple of new techniques to try on my friend. But with just one sweep of the big hand to spend tickling her with my little hands, I decided to stick to my proven methods.
As always, we got started after I slipped out of my clothes and into my bathing suit - not that my lady friend or anyone else wants to see me in a swimsuit but rather so I don't wrinkle and sweat up my clothing. Removing her robe, my fit, trim tickle buddy got me going as I saw her form-fitting two-piece workout apparel. Lucky for her we were in her bedroom, because she fell as, approaching her from behind, I tickled her sides. Better to collapse on a bed than a floor!
After a few minutes of free-style tickling her midriff, knees and feet I tied my ticklish subject's arms behind her back and had her rest face down on the bed. Straddling my lady friend, my fingertips continued the tickle assault on her sides, the necktie holding her wrists limiting her ability to push me away.
Turning around, I rested on her legs and tickled her
feet while occasionally reaching back to tickle her sides. Then, remembering my passion for economy, I tied my tickle buddy's ankles together and bent her legs back to hog-tie her. If there's one thing better than having a nice-looking woman who lets you tickle her for free, it's having her ribs and feet close together so you can spend less energy as you dish out the torture! Not one to rest on laurels, I made tickling her still easier by putting my electric toothbrushes to work on her helpless bare soles, still straddling my companion to keep her immobile.My tickle buddy consistently giggles when I tickle her. No screaming, yelping, or variation in laughter. I'd like to have it as a ring tone.
I un-hog-tied her and, having my friend remain face down, fastened her bound wrists and ankles to either side of the bed. Tucking some throw pillows under her pelvis to elevate her behind, I pulled down her shorts for a peek at her thong underwear and the chance to tickle her
tight rear end. While she warned me not to remove the shorts, she graciously let me lower them and bore the bare bottom tickles.Putting her shorts back in place, I had to have another go at my tickle buddy's ever-sensitive footies and also ran my fingers and electric toothbrushes along her back, neck and sides. Then I restrained her in the final position, on her back in the upside-down Y position, ankles tied to either bedpost, arms together overhead to the headboard as I took a trip around her ticklish spots one last time.
Well, that was the last time I tickled my special friend while she was totally helpless. I freed one of her restrained arms and invited her to finish untying herself - as I continued tickling her, that is. What fun, watching my tickle buddy attempt to untie the other wrist as my tickling fingers tormented her ribs, forcing her to fend me off. Then I just tickled my friend's bound feet so she had to continue suffering but could use her free hand to untie the restrained hand, since she couldn't reach down to push me away.
I didn't say I was done, did I? Once her hands were free, I told my tickle buddy she could untie her feet. I moved behind her, tickling her ribs because - well, what should I do instead, write out Christmas cards?At last my fetching female friend released herself. Then all she had to do was free herself of me as I tickle-attacked her again, not wanting the encounter to end.
After getting dressed I was chatting with my friend, who made the mistakes of not putting her robe back on and turning her back on me as she reached to take something out of a cabinet. My tickling fingers went for those ribs again! Embracing my tickle buddy from behind, I subjected her to one last moment of tickle torture before bidding
farewell.
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Cool story, & well written. Thanks 4 sharing 
