inflight82
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I’ve had several tickling encounters with my partner Ryan, both playful and full on tickle session. One that comes to mind is a playful moment in the evening. We were finishing up the dishes together and it started when Ryan turned the little spray nozzle on me. I backed up and tried to keep away from the spray. It was a little on the hot side. I wound up my towel and flicked it at Ryan’s bottom. It snapped right on target and he yelped. He only had thin pajama pants on. I snapped the towel again and he grabbed it and tried to pull me toward him. I let go and backed up again. He lunged forward and started chasing me around the house.
Ryan has always been more athletic than me and can get the better of me when we mess around. I kept running because I had the feeling tickling would be the next thing if he could catch me. I kept looping around furniture and trying to wear him out. Sometimes I can get him to feel that he’s made his point and let me escape. I tried to lure him into a cartoon chase around the couch but he was able to snag one of my arms. I tried to pull away but he got to my other arm and turned me toward the couch. He leaned in and pushed me backward and I toppled over the arm of the couch and sprawled on the cushions.
I saw him grab my ankles and I shouted “No!” and grabbed a pillow. I was already barefoot and I felt his fingers start dragging over my feet and the sensation hit me instantly. I started laughing and twisting and trying to curl my feet away from his fingers. I lunged forward with the pillow and tried hitting him with it but my feet are pretty sensitive and it was very distracting. I fell back and laughed and twisted around. He wouldn’t stop tickling and I lunged forward to try and hit him again. Leverage wasn’t on my side. His fingers were driving me nuts. Every drag of those fingers made me want to crawl out of my skin. I fell over again and laid on the couch laughing. I pulled and pulled at my ankles. Finally I just threw the pillow at him and it bounced off of his head. I thrashed around and found another one to pick up. The tickling stopped but as I pulled to pillow to me I saw him moved in to sit on me and pin me to the couch.
He sat on my hips and held my arms above my head. I was grinning up at him. I tried to be charming and move my head up to kiss him and throw him off of his game. And I kind of liked being in this spot. I always found his red hair and freckles so endearing. But he wasn’t done yet. I saw him let go of one hand and make his hand into a claw. I said “No you don’t!” and quickly grabbed onto him. He easily pushed against my hand and moved his hand downward to tug at my pajama pant. I slipped my other hand free of his grip and grabbed that one hand with both of mine. I have a ticklish spot between my bellybutton and privates that is just unbearable. I started fighting for my life trying to keep his hand away. I pushed back and tried to get my legs out from under him. I fought and fought and he had to push hard to force his hand to where he wanted it.
I felt him squeeze that spot and it was instant torment. I was hit with the laughter immediately and I couldn’t hold it in. I started thrashing around and trying to curl around his hand. My feet were pumping frantically and my whole body was trying to get away from that sensation. I pushed both of my hands against his but that wasn’t working. I started smacking his arm as hard as I could. I was laughing hysterically and rocking up and down and trying everything I could. His arm must have been stinging because he stopped and tried to get that hand pinned out of the way. I had every arm and every leg just flailing as much as it could. I tried to twist onto my stomach but he wouldn’t let me turn over. He manages to get my hands out of the way. I saw those fingers coming back. “No! You made your point! I’m sorry!” He started tickling that spot and now I couldn’t do anything about it. His fingers squeezed around the muscle and just kept working into my skin and that tickle is just so awful. I laughed uncontrollably and just rocked up and down because it was all I could manage. He just kept squeezing and it was so maddening. It was my worst spot. He just kept tickling and I laughed and rocked.
He tickled me for a little while more until my arms slipped loose and went for his fingers with a death grip. I put all of my energy into prying his fingers back. He was still tickling and squeezing laughter out of me. I shook my head and said “Okay! I get it! Tacos! Freaking tacos!” He heard my safeword and let me slump into the cushions, but he kept poking at me and saying “Tacos? This isn’t a tickle session. Safe words are for tickle sessions!” I smacked his hand and said “Tacos!” again and he laughed and said “Okay, fine.” and then I could finally relax.
Ryan has always been more athletic than me and can get the better of me when we mess around. I kept running because I had the feeling tickling would be the next thing if he could catch me. I kept looping around furniture and trying to wear him out. Sometimes I can get him to feel that he’s made his point and let me escape. I tried to lure him into a cartoon chase around the couch but he was able to snag one of my arms. I tried to pull away but he got to my other arm and turned me toward the couch. He leaned in and pushed me backward and I toppled over the arm of the couch and sprawled on the cushions.
I saw him grab my ankles and I shouted “No!” and grabbed a pillow. I was already barefoot and I felt his fingers start dragging over my feet and the sensation hit me instantly. I started laughing and twisting and trying to curl my feet away from his fingers. I lunged forward with the pillow and tried hitting him with it but my feet are pretty sensitive and it was very distracting. I fell back and laughed and twisted around. He wouldn’t stop tickling and I lunged forward to try and hit him again. Leverage wasn’t on my side. His fingers were driving me nuts. Every drag of those fingers made me want to crawl out of my skin. I fell over again and laid on the couch laughing. I pulled and pulled at my ankles. Finally I just threw the pillow at him and it bounced off of his head. I thrashed around and found another one to pick up. The tickling stopped but as I pulled to pillow to me I saw him moved in to sit on me and pin me to the couch.
He sat on my hips and held my arms above my head. I was grinning up at him. I tried to be charming and move my head up to kiss him and throw him off of his game. And I kind of liked being in this spot. I always found his red hair and freckles so endearing. But he wasn’t done yet. I saw him let go of one hand and make his hand into a claw. I said “No you don’t!” and quickly grabbed onto him. He easily pushed against my hand and moved his hand downward to tug at my pajama pant. I slipped my other hand free of his grip and grabbed that one hand with both of mine. I have a ticklish spot between my bellybutton and privates that is just unbearable. I started fighting for my life trying to keep his hand away. I pushed back and tried to get my legs out from under him. I fought and fought and he had to push hard to force his hand to where he wanted it.
I felt him squeeze that spot and it was instant torment. I was hit with the laughter immediately and I couldn’t hold it in. I started thrashing around and trying to curl around his hand. My feet were pumping frantically and my whole body was trying to get away from that sensation. I pushed both of my hands against his but that wasn’t working. I started smacking his arm as hard as I could. I was laughing hysterically and rocking up and down and trying everything I could. His arm must have been stinging because he stopped and tried to get that hand pinned out of the way. I had every arm and every leg just flailing as much as it could. I tried to twist onto my stomach but he wouldn’t let me turn over. He manages to get my hands out of the way. I saw those fingers coming back. “No! You made your point! I’m sorry!” He started tickling that spot and now I couldn’t do anything about it. His fingers squeezed around the muscle and just kept working into my skin and that tickle is just so awful. I laughed uncontrollably and just rocked up and down because it was all I could manage. He just kept squeezing and it was so maddening. It was my worst spot. He just kept tickling and I laughed and rocked.
He tickled me for a little while more until my arms slipped loose and went for his fingers with a death grip. I put all of my energy into prying his fingers back. He was still tickling and squeezing laughter out of me. I shook my head and said “Okay! I get it! Tacos! Freaking tacos!” He heard my safeword and let me slump into the cushions, but he kept poking at me and saying “Tacos? This isn’t a tickle session. Safe words are for tickle sessions!” I smacked his hand and said “Tacos!” again and he laughed and said “Okay, fine.” and then I could finally relax.
