"So many styles" is so right, belly! Every lee we had last Saturday (I guess now it's last last Saturday) took a different touch.
Our first lee, the beautiful Ms. Not-A-Member-Of-This-Forum-But-Loves-To-Be-Tickled, needed an extra-light touch. Feather-light. In fact, what got her really rolling in laughter was when we used nothing but quickly-fluttering feathers on her.
That, and the beard on the heinie.
#2 Lee, or as some like to call her, "Steph," seemed to be taking the more conventional kootchie-koo tickling. The only time I stepped in to tickle her was after Hurricane Tickle had left her exhausted in its wake. I lightly traced my nails up and down her foot bottoms (through her black stockings), and noticed her breathing changed dramatically and she was emitting a hybrid of giggles and gasps.
Our #3 was the newbie tickle kitty Aqua, and she took more of a vibrating-fingers touch. Vibrating fingers lightly on her muscles, that's what got her laughing the most. Or making teapot noises and sexy car alarm sounds as the case may be. A tongue on the toes got some good twitches from her too.
And yes, I just said "sexy car alarm sounds." Bet you never thought you'd see those words together. I call 'em as I hear 'em.
That brings us to you, belly. The #4 lee of the night. You know as well as I do that you take almost any kind of tickling, because you're so extremely (wonderfully) ticklish. But you respond best to good vigorous, merciless tickling. Hard or soft, as long as it's relentless.
Did it suddenly get hot in here?
And finally there's QB, who-- hey! How'd she get away without a tickle-scratch? Weaver, you ain't getting out so easy next time! And you won't scare me with that Boom sandwich trick again. Because I KNOW you wouldn't dare try that again!
... would you?
Tickling in Hollywoodland,
Boom-a-zoom-zoom
