Yay, I'm back after a very long absence from here 🙂 waves
I totally, totally LOVE underarm tickling. It actually turns me on to watch other gals' beautiful flesh be exposed and tormented, and it usually seems like the girl involved LOVES it! I'd love to tickle another girl's lovely underarms, if the opportunity ever arose, or have another girl tickle my own as long as she wanted. I bet nice long nails feel incredible! dies
I myself was never tickled under my arms until my husband came along, and even then, not seriously. But every time my hands would go over my head, or if we were laying together and my arm happened to be up, his fingers would immediately start spidering or gently poking me there. I'm really self-concious of my underarms (they're not pretty like I'd like them to be) and would feel kind of uncomfortable when he'd do that, even though I loved it at the same time. For some reason, I didn't want him to think I was a weirdo for encouraging him to tickle my pits because I loved it so very much, but gradually I found myself posing in such ways that he simply couldn't resist a devilish tickle or poke. Even if my arms were at my sides or otherwise closed, he'd still come from behind me and tickle my ribs before sliding his index fingers into my pits and wiggling around, or doing the same thing from the front. I REALLY think he's a closet underarm lover! 😀
One time, after we'd had sex and were cuddling on our sides, I absent-mindedly lifted my left arm to run my hand through my tousled hair, and hubby got an eyeful of my bare skin from behind me.
"I see a ticklish underarm," he said in an almost sing-song voice, and then I felt all five fingers lightly teasing my super-sensitive skin. My arm instantly came down in reflex as I squeaked and shyly giggled, but I realized then that I just wanted him to keep on going without mercy. It felt so GOOD! My every nerve felt on fire.
Not long after that, it was once again post-sex, and we were relaxing naked, chatting and laughing cheerfully like we often do late at night. Hubby was laying on my left side again, and my arm was up and kind of trapped under his neck. Suddenly he smiled and started tickling my vulnerable underarm with his index finger, and then lightly running the scruff on his face back and forth over it (I go absolutely insane when he brushes his scruff over my neck and tummy, but that was the first time he'd done it to my underarms). He even planted a cute little kiss there and nibbled, which nearly put me through the roof, heheh. I began to struggle wildly and he began to attack my throat, which is a SERIOUSLY ticklish place for me, as his fingers spidered every centimetre of my delicate underarms. His fingers didn't stay there but for a few seconds, unfortunately, and I felt like telling him to just concentrate on my pits even as he proceded to attack my other ticklish places.
Well, a couple months ago, I finally got my wish! We were once again naked (geeze, we sure are naked a lot, aren't we?), and we were feeling quite mischievous and aroused and we decided to play a little game. I laid on my stomach on the bed, completely spread-eagle, and tightly gripped the rails of the headboard. We were going to see how long I could hold on and be still--and not laugh out loud--while he tickled me. What a challenge! Almost immediately, his fingers invaded my underarms while his mouth concentrated on nibbling and licking my side. I clenched my teeth and gripped the rails more tightly, though I'm sure my eyes were bugged out of my head as I struggled very hard to remain still and quiet. I managed to look down and helplessly watch his fingers torturing my underarms, concentrating on the little mounded area in the centre as well as the hollow, which were REALLY ticklish. He would switch from intense spidering and gentle little pinches to digging and raking, and all I could do was lay there, shuddering and squirming and silently laughing, with tears running down my face, hoping he would never stop. I was in total heaven! Somehow, watching his fingers at work REALLY turned me on. He was laughing in playful and loving delight, as he always does when he tickles me.
"Even if I laugh out loud," I finally panted as he paused, "don't stop tickling me there!"
Hubby was pleasantly surprised. "You love it, don't you?" he said with a smile. And then I felt comfortable enough to tell him that not only did I love it, but it felt wonderful too and that it put me in throes of ecstasy. He found that to be very interesting, and then I told him that I wanted him to actually tie me down face-up and really go to town on my underarms. I think I'd feel much more vulnerable and helpless this way, completely without the option of bringing my arms down at all even if I wanted to, with my pits fully exposed and my hubby being as sadistic and playful as he could possibly be. 😀 I can't wait to return to him in Canada and have the proper cuffs and such, and maybe even a soft brush or fluffy feather!
! I want to be tickled so bad under my armpits and other areas too.
