I lay on my bed, the soft sheets caressing my bare skin, as I waited for my partner to join me. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle, knowing what was about to ensue. My love for being tickled was infamous among my friends and most definitely known to the person creeping towards me now, candles flickering in the dimly lit room.
As their fingers snuck under the hem of my shirt, I inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering shut as they began their minuscule conquest. Every touch sent shivers down my spine, my toes curling instinctively as they kissed my exposed skin. The tickles were light at first, a gentle dance across my stomach that had me squirming in anticipation.
But I wasn’t one to be easily satisfied. I craved more, my body arching up towards the teasing fingers as I beckoned them to continue. Before I could protest, the hands that had been gentle turned fierce, fingers digging into my sides and sending me into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
I thrashed about, trying to escape the relentless tickling, but it was futile. My wrists were pinned to the mattress, held fast by strong arms as the laughter bubbled out of me without restraint. My chest heaved with each gasping breath, my blue eyes wide with the mix of pleasure and pain.
Suddenly, the pressure on my sides intensified, the fingers finding the most sensitive spots and pouncing. A scream of delight tore from my throat, my hips bucking wildly as I struggled against my restraints. My whole body felt like it was on fire, the pleasure coursing through me like a raging inferno.
And then it hit. A wave of ecstasy crashed over me, my vision blurring as I surrendered completely to the sensation. My back arched sharply, toes grasping for purchase as my orgasm ripped through me, leaving me a quivering, panting mess.
As the aftermath of my climax slowly receded, I let my heavy eyelids drift shut, a satisfied smile playing on my lips. The hands that had held me captive now stroked my hair gently, whispering words of praise and affection.
In that moment, I knew I was in good hands – literally. And as I drifted off to sleep, I looked forward to the next time I’d be tickled into oblivion.
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