I was talking to two different individuals when this thread came up. I thougth I'd bump it and see if any of the people who have joined in the last yearmight have something fun to add.
Jo
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I find great joy in this particular activity.
I've just gotten in the habit of popping back into the TMF recently, and I've not seen this topic covered to my satisfaction. 😉 I doubt it ever could be to tell the truth.
In the past, I've never quite been able to reconcile the statements I've heard from ticklers about how they "had to tickle someone or just die trying" and things of that nature. However...I'm becoming impatient for the next time I will be able to lay fingertips on the spine of a male Lee. Yes, I know. Women aren't supposed to think like that are we? We're demure, and soft. Docile and submissive. Right? *whew, almost did it without cracking a smile* The fact remains, that my fingertips are aching to meet the flesh of a ticklish man.
Why?
Well, where should one start?
To view the common man in a suit. Let's say it's a lovely shade of camel. His glasses gleaming in soft light. Supple brown leather shoes protecting his soft soft soft pink feet. A silk tie. Maybe it's yellow, with small blue dots....and you can envision it tied neatly over his eyes. *sigh* Yes, fingers clamped on the interior of your pockets as you watch him doing whatever task he has at hand. Shutting his briefcase. Finishing a phone call. Raising a baton to conduct. Or simply sitting to rest at the end of a long day. He's lovely. So very lovely. All that armor protecting that delicate skin. Mmmm, just to slide a fingertip between the buttons of his shirt behind that lovely tie. Just to find another thin, cotton wonder beneath that lets your finger wiggle just a bit easier as you think about ripping the whole thing off of him sending buttons flying and hearing his remarks about how much it cost. Yes. That'd be nice touch. 😉
To send your hands around his waist. Sliding your thumbnail along that fantastic edge of his belt. Letting it dip up to his side every few centimeters. *Makes your mouth water doesn't it?* Knowing those ribs are mere inches away??? Those ribs that you want to dig into while he's bound on the bed on his stomach. Those ribs you want to nibble. Mmm. Yes, slide your hands around his back then fingerwalk up his spine as you gently kiss his jaw. So near to those yummy little ears. You want to flick a tongue on one. Just one...just a little flick. Just enough to make him shiver a tiny little bit. God, the fabric of his jacket feels sooo sweet to the backs of your hands. Just need to slide it off. That's right...just slip it off. More comfortable that way. Setting it to the side and getting his shoulders in your sights. Can't you just claw them...gently I mean. Just so he thinks your giving a little massage? Then trail on down his arms...steady...steady...to the inner arm...down to the cuff, where you fingers just graze the flesh on his inner wrist. What a sweet little place to suckle a bit. And his hands...rendered useless by your kiss there on his wrist. He couldn't stop you if he wanted to. Could he?
Ah, yes....the sweetest thoughts. All the while, you've a hand resting on his hip. It's been gently pressing there to match the pulse of your sliding fingers of the other hand. He's closed his eyes. You could do anything right now...he's relaxed....trusting. Why not push him over backwards, straddle his legs and tickle the bejesus out of his ribs. OR better...turn him onto his tummy so you can untuck his shirt with one hand as you run the other up his back....softly...that's right...fast...but soft. Mmmm If he doesn't like it, you can always apply a soft swat across his bottom.
GAH, or you could offer him a cup of tea. Who likes tea anyway? Yes, tickling a man is a wondrous thing. I think undressing one to be tickled is about the most perfect prelude to an event that I could ever imagine.
Just had to ramble a bit more. Seems to have become my latest hobby...rambling. Anyway...yes...tickling men.
A man's body. Dark hair. Tender skin. Rendered immobile by cage and rope. Warm skin that hints at his cologne. You can just breathe in his laughter as you touch him. That soft quiet giggle that hasn't been used in a while. Sliding an oil tipped finger up and down his back...and his bum...and the backs of his legs until his moans turn to giggles...that turn to open laughter...that invites you to dig into his macho muscles and knock him down a peg to a heap of smiling mess.
God ticklish men are sexy.
Just had to get that out of my head. There's more. Anybody like ticklish fellas?
Jo
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I find great joy in this particular activity.
I've just gotten in the habit of popping back into the TMF recently, and I've not seen this topic covered to my satisfaction. 😉 I doubt it ever could be to tell the truth.
In the past, I've never quite been able to reconcile the statements I've heard from ticklers about how they "had to tickle someone or just die trying" and things of that nature. However...I'm becoming impatient for the next time I will be able to lay fingertips on the spine of a male Lee. Yes, I know. Women aren't supposed to think like that are we? We're demure, and soft. Docile and submissive. Right? *whew, almost did it without cracking a smile* The fact remains, that my fingertips are aching to meet the flesh of a ticklish man.
Why?
Well, where should one start?
To view the common man in a suit. Let's say it's a lovely shade of camel. His glasses gleaming in soft light. Supple brown leather shoes protecting his soft soft soft pink feet. A silk tie. Maybe it's yellow, with small blue dots....and you can envision it tied neatly over his eyes. *sigh* Yes, fingers clamped on the interior of your pockets as you watch him doing whatever task he has at hand. Shutting his briefcase. Finishing a phone call. Raising a baton to conduct. Or simply sitting to rest at the end of a long day. He's lovely. So very lovely. All that armor protecting that delicate skin. Mmmm, just to slide a fingertip between the buttons of his shirt behind that lovely tie. Just to find another thin, cotton wonder beneath that lets your finger wiggle just a bit easier as you think about ripping the whole thing off of him sending buttons flying and hearing his remarks about how much it cost. Yes. That'd be nice touch. 😉
To send your hands around his waist. Sliding your thumbnail along that fantastic edge of his belt. Letting it dip up to his side every few centimeters. *Makes your mouth water doesn't it?* Knowing those ribs are mere inches away??? Those ribs that you want to dig into while he's bound on the bed on his stomach. Those ribs you want to nibble. Mmm. Yes, slide your hands around his back then fingerwalk up his spine as you gently kiss his jaw. So near to those yummy little ears. You want to flick a tongue on one. Just one...just a little flick. Just enough to make him shiver a tiny little bit. God, the fabric of his jacket feels sooo sweet to the backs of your hands. Just need to slide it off. That's right...just slip it off. More comfortable that way. Setting it to the side and getting his shoulders in your sights. Can't you just claw them...gently I mean. Just so he thinks your giving a little massage? Then trail on down his arms...steady...steady...to the inner arm...down to the cuff, where you fingers just graze the flesh on his inner wrist. What a sweet little place to suckle a bit. And his hands...rendered useless by your kiss there on his wrist. He couldn't stop you if he wanted to. Could he?
Ah, yes....the sweetest thoughts. All the while, you've a hand resting on his hip. It's been gently pressing there to match the pulse of your sliding fingers of the other hand. He's closed his eyes. You could do anything right now...he's relaxed....trusting. Why not push him over backwards, straddle his legs and tickle the bejesus out of his ribs. OR better...turn him onto his tummy so you can untuck his shirt with one hand as you run the other up his back....softly...that's right...fast...but soft. Mmmm If he doesn't like it, you can always apply a soft swat across his bottom.
GAH, or you could offer him a cup of tea. Who likes tea anyway? Yes, tickling a man is a wondrous thing. I think undressing one to be tickled is about the most perfect prelude to an event that I could ever imagine.
Just had to ramble a bit more. Seems to have become my latest hobby...rambling. Anyway...yes...tickling men.
A man's body. Dark hair. Tender skin. Rendered immobile by cage and rope. Warm skin that hints at his cologne. You can just breathe in his laughter as you touch him. That soft quiet giggle that hasn't been used in a while. Sliding an oil tipped finger up and down his back...and his bum...and the backs of his legs until his moans turn to giggles...that turn to open laughter...that invites you to dig into his macho muscles and knock him down a peg to a heap of smiling mess.
God ticklish men are sexy.
Just had to get that out of my head. There's more. Anybody like ticklish fellas?
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