Ahhhh! Now my weekend starts! (I'm off Fridays and Saturdays.) I am going to go take a walk, shmoke a big joint, oh yes i am, and get some Indian food! Chicken Korma, mmmmmmmm! But before I do that.......
I have a few experiences of overhearing tickling. This was greatest.
I lived in a basement apartment. And above us lived these 3 guys, young stockbrokers. And one of them had a girlfriend, this really pretty brunette, who was always there. They tended to be alcohol/coke folk...while we were weed and LSD, lol. So we'd say "hey", but pretty much they did their thing, we did ours.
One night my girlfriend fell asleep, and all of a sudden, I hear above me giggling, ticklish laughter, thrashing around.....well.....that's like a dog whistle to me. I perk up immediately transfixed, like an animal, in the wild....I shut everything off that could possibly make noise, I daren't even BREATHE. And I can hear that they are...getting busy, or fooling around, I hear some thrashing around on a bed and some moaning......but he's doing something to tickle her.
I know this sounds as creepy as creepy gets, believe me.....but I swear to the infinite universe, with my own girlfriend sleeping right there, I get a chair, and I get up and I try and get as close to the ceiling as possible. Yup. That's what I did.
All of a sudden.....he's got her.....he's in full tickle, and she is hysterical laughing. And then there's a little moaning, and then a lot of laughing again. So my GUESS is he was kissing her stomach, or her thighs or maybe her feet, who knows....we'll never know......I've always thought he was probably kissing down her body and nailing spots on the way (my absolute favorite)....whatever he was doing, it was tickling her like crazy, and her laugh was deep, steady, pretty, helpless, melodic, pingponging between the walls and filling the whole house with her beautiful music.
Finally, as like.....a finale......she's laughing hysterically, as I say, one long, long, long steady peal.....all of a sudden, her laughter turns explosive and frantic, fifty times more than the already-hysterical laughter she was laughing, she's absolutely shrieking with laughter......he has hit a spot, he has hit the spot, the T-spot, the jackpot, whatever it is....and he's not stopping.......it's just going on and on and on, he is not letting up......he must have had her trapped or something, like maybe he was kissing her hip line or something, and his weight was on her, because I didn't hear any thrashing around.....just sheer hyper urgent laughter. Once or twice I heard him laugh to himself, laugh at her, low and happy with himself. It was amazing. It went on for an inordinately long time.
How my sleeping girlfriend didn't wake up, I'll never know. But I can tell you, if she had woken up to the site of me standing on a chair, with my head tilted up, looking intently at the ceiling, my mouth gaping open like a fish .... she would have laughed so hard, her eyes would have fallen out of her face, believe me, she knew who she was going out with, she would have been conspiratorial right along with me, I find most people are in that situation.....
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The next day, on my way out, I see the two of them sitting out on the deck. Calm. Quiet. Relaxed. Oblivious. The tickling is all gone. Does she even remember it? Will she even remember it?
My heart was beating so fast, but as I opened the door and got into the car, I had to steal a look at the most ticklish girl I ever heard. 😉
I have a few experiences of overhearing tickling. This was greatest.
I lived in a basement apartment. And above us lived these 3 guys, young stockbrokers. And one of them had a girlfriend, this really pretty brunette, who was always there. They tended to be alcohol/coke folk...while we were weed and LSD, lol. So we'd say "hey", but pretty much they did their thing, we did ours.
One night my girlfriend fell asleep, and all of a sudden, I hear above me giggling, ticklish laughter, thrashing around.....well.....that's like a dog whistle to me. I perk up immediately transfixed, like an animal, in the wild....I shut everything off that could possibly make noise, I daren't even BREATHE. And I can hear that they are...getting busy, or fooling around, I hear some thrashing around on a bed and some moaning......but he's doing something to tickle her.
I know this sounds as creepy as creepy gets, believe me.....but I swear to the infinite universe, with my own girlfriend sleeping right there, I get a chair, and I get up and I try and get as close to the ceiling as possible. Yup. That's what I did.
All of a sudden.....he's got her.....he's in full tickle, and she is hysterical laughing. And then there's a little moaning, and then a lot of laughing again. So my GUESS is he was kissing her stomach, or her thighs or maybe her feet, who knows....we'll never know......I've always thought he was probably kissing down her body and nailing spots on the way (my absolute favorite)....whatever he was doing, it was tickling her like crazy, and her laugh was deep, steady, pretty, helpless, melodic, pingponging between the walls and filling the whole house with her beautiful music.
Finally, as like.....a finale......she's laughing hysterically, as I say, one long, long, long steady peal.....all of a sudden, her laughter turns explosive and frantic, fifty times more than the already-hysterical laughter she was laughing, she's absolutely shrieking with laughter......he has hit a spot, he has hit the spot, the T-spot, the jackpot, whatever it is....and he's not stopping.......it's just going on and on and on, he is not letting up......he must have had her trapped or something, like maybe he was kissing her hip line or something, and his weight was on her, because I didn't hear any thrashing around.....just sheer hyper urgent laughter. Once or twice I heard him laugh to himself, laugh at her, low and happy with himself. It was amazing. It went on for an inordinately long time.
How my sleeping girlfriend didn't wake up, I'll never know. But I can tell you, if she had woken up to the site of me standing on a chair, with my head tilted up, looking intently at the ceiling, my mouth gaping open like a fish .... she would have laughed so hard, her eyes would have fallen out of her face, believe me, she knew who she was going out with, she would have been conspiratorial right along with me, I find most people are in that situation.....
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The next day, on my way out, I see the two of them sitting out on the deck. Calm. Quiet. Relaxed. Oblivious. The tickling is all gone. Does she even remember it? Will she even remember it?
My heart was beating so fast, but as I opened the door and got into the car, I had to steal a look at the most ticklish girl I ever heard. 😉
