Addie and I had tried to meet up over the summer but schedule changes delayed us until today. It was worth the wait.
She's been tickling professionally for a good nine years and it shows in many ways.
First there's her personality. Bright and bubbly from the start, and throughout our entire two-hour session, she was wildly ticklish most everywhere with a genuinely delighted laugh that rings out in a wake-the-neighbors type way. She has a care-free honesty about her that brings light-hearted, never-rude, often perfectly-teasing conversation. She lets you know what she likes as a lee, which just so happened to match up well with my favorites as a ler (and truthfully so, since I hadn't let her know what I liked in advance). During the first hour she threatened to get her revenge and used it to do a little research into how and where I tickled so that she could fairly turn the tables on me, which she did devastatingly well. As a lee, she'd have spurts of involuntary flapping her arms and legs in good-natured and helpless defense. As a ler, her range of facial expressions from sweet to mock-sympathetic to almost ruthlessly/hungrily cool kept me constantly on edge. Not to mention her tickle-talk, especially once she figured out what got the biggest reaction out of me.
We didn't use restraints this time, which might have saved my bacon because she wrecked me as much as I can remember from dozens of lers and hundreds of hours. She skillfully mixes in aggressive and more sensual tickling, in varying tickle-spots, both face-up and face-down to keep you sensitized. She knows how and where to use baby oil and tickle-toys for best effect. At least on me, the size and strength of her hands were perfect for squeezing my ribs and hips so effectively and mercilessly that I could hardly keep from bucking her off with all my thrashing. Yet she was also keen to pry back and tickle delicately under and in between toes, I can only imagine what more of a mess I would have been if she'd had longer nails. I started sweating to the point that we had to lay a towel on the bed. The overall sensation was overwhelming and just arousing enough to kick off a major endorphin rush that lasted for hours afterward (and apparently woke me up in the middle of the night to write this).
Everyone's a little different, and maybe the planets were lined up just right tonight, but for my money she was worth every penny. For a while she's going to be making periodic visits through Chicago, so I'd advise my friends up there to take advantage and check her out while you can!
She's been tickling professionally for a good nine years and it shows in many ways.
First there's her personality. Bright and bubbly from the start, and throughout our entire two-hour session, she was wildly ticklish most everywhere with a genuinely delighted laugh that rings out in a wake-the-neighbors type way. She has a care-free honesty about her that brings light-hearted, never-rude, often perfectly-teasing conversation. She lets you know what she likes as a lee, which just so happened to match up well with my favorites as a ler (and truthfully so, since I hadn't let her know what I liked in advance). During the first hour she threatened to get her revenge and used it to do a little research into how and where I tickled so that she could fairly turn the tables on me, which she did devastatingly well. As a lee, she'd have spurts of involuntary flapping her arms and legs in good-natured and helpless defense. As a ler, her range of facial expressions from sweet to mock-sympathetic to almost ruthlessly/hungrily cool kept me constantly on edge. Not to mention her tickle-talk, especially once she figured out what got the biggest reaction out of me.
We didn't use restraints this time, which might have saved my bacon because she wrecked me as much as I can remember from dozens of lers and hundreds of hours. She skillfully mixes in aggressive and more sensual tickling, in varying tickle-spots, both face-up and face-down to keep you sensitized. She knows how and where to use baby oil and tickle-toys for best effect. At least on me, the size and strength of her hands were perfect for squeezing my ribs and hips so effectively and mercilessly that I could hardly keep from bucking her off with all my thrashing. Yet she was also keen to pry back and tickle delicately under and in between toes, I can only imagine what more of a mess I would have been if she'd had longer nails. I started sweating to the point that we had to lay a towel on the bed. The overall sensation was overwhelming and just arousing enough to kick off a major endorphin rush that lasted for hours afterward (and apparently woke me up in the middle of the night to write this).
Everyone's a little different, and maybe the planets were lined up just right tonight, but for my money she was worth every penny. For a while she's going to be making periodic visits through Chicago, so I'd advise my friends up there to take advantage and check her out while you can!
