KEEP GOING

KEEP GOING

I think one of my biggest tickling turn ons is when the tickler finds a really good spot or a good tool to use and they just. dont. stop. And the lee is laughing like crazy and begging them to stop, but the tickler just keeps going and going and going, focusing on this one spot for minutes at a time. Maybe they found a ticklish little sweet spot in the center of the lee’s sole and the ler takes just one finger and scratches that spot for 5, 10, maybe 15 minutes, not moving, not stopping, just driving the lee into utter insanity as they beg for it to end.

I love learning about my own ticklishness. When my ler and I discover things together. Like when I think I know where my most ticklish spot is, but it turns out it's somewhere else. And that's not because the first spot isn't as ticklish as I thought. It's because the second spot is somehow EVEN MORE TICKLISH.

And then of course she focuses that spot until my laughter turns silent 🫠

Sadistic tickles

Don’t get me wrong I love cuddly, playful tickles, and being teased for liking it, buuuuuut

I absolutely need this kind too.

The kind that’s so teasing and mocking and embarrassing, the kind where you make fun of me for how ridiculously ticklish I am and exploit that for all it’s worth. It doesn’t occur to you to even think about whether I might like this, you’re tickling me because you want to torture me, want me to feel helpless and powerless, unable to do anything but giggle my little head off.

And of course, I do like this, but that isn’t your prerequisite. You don’t need to know what my feelings might be, you just assume I feel the same as anyone would. 

This isn’t about my desires, it’s about tickling the ridiculously ticklish girl out of her mind, because it’s hilarious, “listen to those noises she’s making oh my god!”

Being tickled simply because the ler really wants to. Wants to see what it takes to make me scream and then keep doing that. Drive me insane because of how fun it is for you.

Sometimes you gotta think about your decisions in life. Ask the right questions, and act on them. Like, is she a hysterically laughing mess, with tears streaming down her face as she begs for the tickling to stop? No? Then you know what you have to do 👀🪶

I want to tickle you. So agonisingly slowly. I want you to be able to feel the single fingertip in your underarm, stroking softly. Lightly. Around and around, barely making contact. Tickling and tickling. I want you to have the time to think about it. To think about only it. To have a moment to try brace yourself for the next ticklish touch that follows the previous one, endlessly, only to fail to resist the urge to laugh because you underestimated just how ticklish you are. I want you to think you can 'tough it out'. That I'll get bored and move on. Only to realise it's never going to end. Just tickling. Slowly tickling. Gently tickling. Over. And over. And over. And over. I want you to beg for the real tickling to start when it becomes too much to bear. Then, and only then, will you be broken.