Warning, Very Sexual .
Ok. I never posted this before, but since you asked.
😛
This took place last July after Pete and I watched TIB's O, The Tickling. I guess you could say the video was the inspiration, so I have to thank TIB as well as Pete.
As you will see, I had Pete write this for me. We may not be together anymore, but his tickling skills are still the best I have experienced thus far. I am hoping to find many of you here that can measure up.
jen has asked me to take over the "play session" narrative composition for 2 reasons. First, is that she and I just finished playing and she is beyond exhaustion...*Wicked Evil Grin*...second, because she insists that I am a better narrator than she is (I suggested she write it on her own when she was more rejuvenated, but she still felt better about my efforts).
At any rate, our play is anything but typical. You probably read the banter that occurs lately in the forum...and jen usually pipes in with SAM (Smart Assed Masochist) remarks...which earn her tickle torture from me. While jen generally submits to bondage at public play events, and I own some fine restraints and know how to use them competently, she and I do what is called "mental bondage." It is basically an open challenge to take whatever I can dish out...no matter how severe that may be!
🙂
Take tonight, for example. It all started with a little bonding time, she and I laying on the bed together with her giving me a massage after my long day at the office. Soon, I am revitalized enough to start some playful light touch tickling as I feign returning the massage to her back, paying close attention to trailing my fingers over the most tickle sensitive zones on her upper back and near her armpits. After some of this play, I start to dig into her lower back and sides and the play becomes more aggressive. Some light touch across the cleft of her buttocks, then back up to her armpits. Soon, she rolls over onto her back and sees that evil glint in my eyes. She KNOWS it is payback time for her playfully insolent remarks in the forum. *Wicked Evil Grin*
Not long after that I begin to poke around her belly a bit and enjoy the giggles generated there for a bit, then I start to knead jen's upper thighs. ALWAYS a hot spot, for jen! LOL!!! Then, I begin to flick my fingers over her nipples through her dress. jen does not often wear a bra at home, so the sensations are intensely ticklish for her instantly. Soon, I am fixed in a position with left and right hand over each respective nipple, continuing the tickling. Not long after that, the begging begins to start...along with a few half-hearted attempts to move my hands away from her nipples with her own, but to no avail, I am obviously much stronger. Soon I am trailing the outside of her panty panel with my left hand, while my right continues to tickle her nipple. When I trail lightly over her panty panel, she begins to buck from the intense tickle sensations. I continue with the exterior tickling of jen's pubic region for a bit, then...my left hand goes under the elastic on her panties. Still, I do not try to enter her with my fingers just yet. I lightly tease the contours of her bare pubic mound with my fingers...and the tickles intensify for her a bit. Then, I go to insertion, and her clit is INSANELY ticklish by now, and I have not stopped the nipple tickling either. jen begins to laugh and giggle pretty uncontrollably now and there are signs of an orgasm looming in the distance of her mental space. At this point, we take a brief break to remove her dress, and she lay back down at my side. I resume my clit tickling, reach across her chest with my right hand to tickle her right nipple and I begin to gently nibble and tongue her left nipple with my mouth, all the while, keeping my fingers busy on her increasingly ticklish clit. It is not long before she begins to buck in the throes of her first orgasms. Her body is spasming and shaking a bit, but I maintain my aim on her nipples and clit. After the orgasmic wave subsides, EVERYTHING becomes unbearably ticklish. I fight off more of her semi-inspired attempts to move my hands and mouth off her nipples, but I persist. Not more than 3 to 5 minutes later, another round of orgasms batter jen. After the wave subsides, more heightened ticklishness and more sincere begging ensue. Still I persist with the nipple and clit tickling.
🙂 Finally after the third salvo of orgasms, I get a "yellow" from jen to move to another spot. Seems there is NO MORE release to be had from further stim on the nipples and clit. The tickles there are just TOO UNBEARABLE and I instinctively move to other spots. I choose jen's lower back, first, by reaching under her wracked body with left arm and tickling her left side with my free right hand. jen HOWLS in tickling torment, but revels in the sensations in the deep recesses of her mind. Then, another visit to her sensitive thighs. Finally, I flip jen over on her back and dig into her lower back and sensitive upper buttocks with all the intensity I have. jen bucks and flails and screams loudly into her pillows as the tickling continues. After I have exhausted the best reactions there, I now go to jen's highly sensitized feet. Let me tell you, it is PURE torture for jen to have her feet tickled after orgasm! LOL!!! Soon after, I grab the ignition key to my Nissan Quest van and begin tracing lines laterally across her sensitive soles. It is not long before the surprise of another impending orgasm overtakes jen. When I sense her ebbing, I take the key and begin to deliberately trace that long tendon that runs from ball to heel on her right foot with the key. She shudders in shock and surprise as yet another wave of orgasms batter her. After the spasms subside, I abandon the key and trail light touches along the exterior edges of jen's soles. She is in tears now and disassociates her mind from the tickling. It is simply TOO maddening for her. She is now INCAPABLE of verbal communication and I sense she MIGHT head into an unmanageable space, so I opt to break the scene down and begin aftercare, gently kissing and reassuring her, waiting for her breathing to normalize. She tells me of the effect that oxygen deprivation had on her vision, all she sees is a yellow haze and black spots (temporary effects) and we kiss and bond and discuss my decision to break the scene down and agree it was a wise one, given the circumstances. She finally regains enough strength to begin drinking some cold water we have in a cup on the nightstand. Several minutes go by and she decides it is time to go to the bathroom for some bladder relief. I hear the familiar moans from that release. jen is VERY cathartic and bladder release can OFTEN trigger more orgasms. Then I write this narrative...while jen smokes a cigarette on the couch behind me...rejuvenating.
🙂
There is nothing quite as cute in all this world, as seeing someone so desperate and hepped up at the sight of your fingers being held ready, that they can't think of something they knew since they were 5! 
