Libbybrarian
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I had an ex boyfriend named Peter. We had dated less than a year, but he had been manipulative and showing signs of abusive tendencies, so I left him. I did however, try to stay friends with him for a while after. Even after i got a new boyfriend Peter continued to show his unwanted affection to me. The thing was i had opened up to him throughout our relationship about my interest in tickling. I am extremely ticklish and being tickled turns me on like crazy.
I went to spend the weekend with, and we were going camping. We drove an hour or so to this wooded location. We had to park his truck and hike up the mountain to his secret camping spot. It took almost two hours. I couldn't believe he was in jeans and boots. I was tired and sweaty in my tank top, gym shorts, and sneakers. When we finally got to the top the view was spectacular and it all felt worth it. Then Peter insisted the best was yet to come.
He led me over to a tree, and the veiw from there was even better. Suddenly Peter jumped on me and pinned me against the tree.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
He started tickling me, and I crumbled into a giggling mess. He was much stronger than me and had no problem pinning me with one arm and tickling me with the other. That went on for a while. I was screaming with laughter and trying to fight him off, but it was no use. I was so tired from the hike and the tickling that when he let me go I slunk to the ground trying to catch my breath.
He kept a tight hold on one wrist while he dug through his bag with the other. When he pulled out the rope I wanted to cry.
"Please no. This isn't funny anymore. Please don't do this!"
My begging fell on deaf ears and in no time my wrists were tied to a large tree branch above my head. My body was stretched taunt with my feet just touching the ground.
"I told you the veiw would be beautiful." He said something along those lines before he started tickling my belly and ribs.
I squealed trying to escape. I pulled I the ropes laughing andv shaking but he wrapped one arm around my waist and held me tight. When he started tickling my armpits I went crazy. I was losing it.
Then he lifted me up. I clung to the branch and he demanded I wrap my legs around his waist. I could feel he was hard in his jeans. As he tickled me I grinded against him. He looked so smug. He started kissing and tickling my neck. It was so over.
He kept tickling me a while longer, but eventually let me go. The rest of the weekend was uneventful, but I never went to see him again.
I went to spend the weekend with, and we were going camping. We drove an hour or so to this wooded location. We had to park his truck and hike up the mountain to his secret camping spot. It took almost two hours. I couldn't believe he was in jeans and boots. I was tired and sweaty in my tank top, gym shorts, and sneakers. When we finally got to the top the view was spectacular and it all felt worth it. Then Peter insisted the best was yet to come.
He led me over to a tree, and the veiw from there was even better. Suddenly Peter jumped on me and pinned me against the tree.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
He started tickling me, and I crumbled into a giggling mess. He was much stronger than me and had no problem pinning me with one arm and tickling me with the other. That went on for a while. I was screaming with laughter and trying to fight him off, but it was no use. I was so tired from the hike and the tickling that when he let me go I slunk to the ground trying to catch my breath.
He kept a tight hold on one wrist while he dug through his bag with the other. When he pulled out the rope I wanted to cry.
"Please no. This isn't funny anymore. Please don't do this!"
My begging fell on deaf ears and in no time my wrists were tied to a large tree branch above my head. My body was stretched taunt with my feet just touching the ground.
"I told you the veiw would be beautiful." He said something along those lines before he started tickling my belly and ribs.
I squealed trying to escape. I pulled I the ropes laughing andv shaking but he wrapped one arm around my waist and held me tight. When he started tickling my armpits I went crazy. I was losing it.
Then he lifted me up. I clung to the branch and he demanded I wrap my legs around his waist. I could feel he was hard in his jeans. As he tickled me I grinded against him. He looked so smug. He started kissing and tickling my neck. It was so over.
He kept tickling me a while longer, but eventually let me go. The rest of the weekend was uneventful, but I never went to see him again.
