I had a recent tickling experience (my first one in a while!) and I thought I would share here because it was just so wonderful!
Last weekend I went out every night (as college students tend to do) with a different costume each night. On Saturday I was dressed as a fairy with a costume I had put together myself. I wore a lacy pink short-sleeve cropped top with a short sparkly multicolored skirt, light pink nylons, flats, and a pair of glittery silver wings I found at a crafts shop, as well as some sparkly, colorful makeup. I was feeling a little self-conscious about my bare belly (because it's soft and pudgy and sticks out a bit) because I don't usually like showing it off, but my costume was too cute for me to change, and I knew that once I was at the party I would be having too much fun to care.
The party I went to was at my friend’s frat house, and there were a ton of people there all in great costumes. My friends and I didn’t stay for long (maybe an hour) but there was plenty of alcohol and we were there for long enough for me to get drunk. When we left we went over to my bff Alexia’s apartment, and by the time we got there I was all giggly and clumsy from drinking so much. There were only about ten of us there altogether and we were just hanging out chatting and watching television.
Anyway, I was sitting in a comfy chair across from my friend Brett who had my nylon-covered feet in his lap and was giving them a massage. Then Alexia came over and sat down practically on top of me (because the chair we were in was definitely not big enough for two people). We got into a playful little pushing fight and at one point she grabbed me around the waist and squeezed my side which made me giggle. “Oooooh I forgot how ticklish you are Bryn,” Alexia grinned at me.
“Nooo nonono I’m not ticklish,” I protested with a nervous grin on my face, even though we’d been friends long enough that she knew I was lying. But Alexia was in my lap pinning me down so she wiggled her fingers playfully in my face before tickling my bare tummy. “Aw what a cute ticklish tummy,” she teased, “Tickle tickle tickle!”
I burst out laugh and started squirming around. “Hahahaha, ahahaha, Allleheheheexia wait, that’s- hahahaha- not fahahair! Pleheheeeehehehease!” I tried to suck my belly in but it didn’t help, and I was too uncoordinated to get free. All of a sudden I felt Brett begin to tickle my feet (which were still in his lap) and I shrieked loudly.
Everyone else in the room was staring and laughing at us. As a quite girl and a natural introvert I would have been really embarrassed normally, but since I was drunk I was feeling a lot less shy than usual. “Plehhehehease don’t teeeeehehehehe- tickle mehehehe! Hahahahaha, ahahahahaha, I’m not teeee-ticklish!”
“You’re such a liar,” Alexia said as she laughed at me.
“Yeah, why would you be laughing if you’re not ticklish?” Brett added. I couldn’t see his face but it sounded like he was smiling. “You seem ticklish to me.”
I tried to argue but then Alexia’s finger slipped inside my belly button and I screamed with laughter. “Looks like I found your tickle button,” she teased. Her finger wriggled around mercilessly inside my innie and I just shook my head frantically, unable to speak. “Tickle tickle! I never knew you were THIS ticklish!”
After a few minutes Alexia and Brett decided to give me a break, but then later that night Alexia cornered me in the kitchen and launched another tickle attack against my tummy. I was squirming around and calling for help... Well, my friend Ella heard me but instead of helping ME she decided to help Alexia by pinning my arms behind my back.
“Hahahahaha, no! No no no, ahahahahaha! Lexi pleeehehehease! You already tickled me!” I giggled helplessly while her fingers tickled all over my belly.
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t tickle you more,” she told me. “You make it so easy, being so ticklish. And you’re wearing a crop top! I can’t help myself when your bare belly is right in front of me,” she teased. Her index finger wiggled down in my belly button and her other hand tickled my sides- it was quickly turning me into a squirming pleading mess and my belly was aching from laughing so much.
“You’re mean,” I told Alexia breathlessly when she finally stopped tickling me. We went back into the living room and I collapsed onto a chair with my arms wrapped protectively around my belly. “My tummy hurts now.”
“Aw your tummy hurts?” she said teasingly. She pushed my arms away and started rubbing my belly. I automatically sucked my tummy in thinking that she was going to tickle me again but she just rubbed my belly for a few minutes before patting it and declaring, “There! Is that better?”
“I guess,” I sighed, “But I’m still mad at you.”
Alexia laughed at me. “Too bad, it’s your fault for being so ticklish.”
By that time we were all feeling tired so we all went back to our own apartments and dorms, so no one else tickled me that night. But now a bunch of my friends know how ticklish I am (assuming they all remember everything that happened that night) and it’s kind of embarrassing but I also hope it means that I’ll get tickled a lot more often now! It’s hard because I’m really shy usually but I’ve been trying to leave my belly and feet in more bare and vulnerable positions in hopes that more tickling will happen :] Needless to say it was a really fun Halloween!
Last weekend I went out every night (as college students tend to do) with a different costume each night. On Saturday I was dressed as a fairy with a costume I had put together myself. I wore a lacy pink short-sleeve cropped top with a short sparkly multicolored skirt, light pink nylons, flats, and a pair of glittery silver wings I found at a crafts shop, as well as some sparkly, colorful makeup. I was feeling a little self-conscious about my bare belly (because it's soft and pudgy and sticks out a bit) because I don't usually like showing it off, but my costume was too cute for me to change, and I knew that once I was at the party I would be having too much fun to care.
The party I went to was at my friend’s frat house, and there were a ton of people there all in great costumes. My friends and I didn’t stay for long (maybe an hour) but there was plenty of alcohol and we were there for long enough for me to get drunk. When we left we went over to my bff Alexia’s apartment, and by the time we got there I was all giggly and clumsy from drinking so much. There were only about ten of us there altogether and we were just hanging out chatting and watching television.
Anyway, I was sitting in a comfy chair across from my friend Brett who had my nylon-covered feet in his lap and was giving them a massage. Then Alexia came over and sat down practically on top of me (because the chair we were in was definitely not big enough for two people). We got into a playful little pushing fight and at one point she grabbed me around the waist and squeezed my side which made me giggle. “Oooooh I forgot how ticklish you are Bryn,” Alexia grinned at me.
“Nooo nonono I’m not ticklish,” I protested with a nervous grin on my face, even though we’d been friends long enough that she knew I was lying. But Alexia was in my lap pinning me down so she wiggled her fingers playfully in my face before tickling my bare tummy. “Aw what a cute ticklish tummy,” she teased, “Tickle tickle tickle!”
I burst out laugh and started squirming around. “Hahahaha, ahahaha, Allleheheheexia wait, that’s- hahahaha- not fahahair! Pleheheeeehehehease!” I tried to suck my belly in but it didn’t help, and I was too uncoordinated to get free. All of a sudden I felt Brett begin to tickle my feet (which were still in his lap) and I shrieked loudly.
Everyone else in the room was staring and laughing at us. As a quite girl and a natural introvert I would have been really embarrassed normally, but since I was drunk I was feeling a lot less shy than usual. “Plehhehehease don’t teeeeehehehehe- tickle mehehehe! Hahahahaha, ahahahahaha, I’m not teeee-ticklish!”
“You’re such a liar,” Alexia said as she laughed at me.
“Yeah, why would you be laughing if you’re not ticklish?” Brett added. I couldn’t see his face but it sounded like he was smiling. “You seem ticklish to me.”
I tried to argue but then Alexia’s finger slipped inside my belly button and I screamed with laughter. “Looks like I found your tickle button,” she teased. Her finger wriggled around mercilessly inside my innie and I just shook my head frantically, unable to speak. “Tickle tickle! I never knew you were THIS ticklish!”
After a few minutes Alexia and Brett decided to give me a break, but then later that night Alexia cornered me in the kitchen and launched another tickle attack against my tummy. I was squirming around and calling for help... Well, my friend Ella heard me but instead of helping ME she decided to help Alexia by pinning my arms behind my back.
“Hahahahaha, no! No no no, ahahahahaha! Lexi pleeehehehease! You already tickled me!” I giggled helplessly while her fingers tickled all over my belly.
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t tickle you more,” she told me. “You make it so easy, being so ticklish. And you’re wearing a crop top! I can’t help myself when your bare belly is right in front of me,” she teased. Her index finger wiggled down in my belly button and her other hand tickled my sides- it was quickly turning me into a squirming pleading mess and my belly was aching from laughing so much.
“You’re mean,” I told Alexia breathlessly when she finally stopped tickling me. We went back into the living room and I collapsed onto a chair with my arms wrapped protectively around my belly. “My tummy hurts now.”
“Aw your tummy hurts?” she said teasingly. She pushed my arms away and started rubbing my belly. I automatically sucked my tummy in thinking that she was going to tickle me again but she just rubbed my belly for a few minutes before patting it and declaring, “There! Is that better?”
“I guess,” I sighed, “But I’m still mad at you.”
Alexia laughed at me. “Too bad, it’s your fault for being so ticklish.”
By that time we were all feeling tired so we all went back to our own apartments and dorms, so no one else tickled me that night. But now a bunch of my friends know how ticklish I am (assuming they all remember everything that happened that night) and it’s kind of embarrassing but I also hope it means that I’ll get tickled a lot more often now! It’s hard because I’m really shy usually but I’ve been trying to leave my belly and feet in more bare and vulnerable positions in hopes that more tickling will happen :] Needless to say it was a really fun Halloween!
