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Ticklish?

Hm? What did you just say?

You’re not ticklish?

Not at all? 

So you’re saying… when i softly wiggle my fingers over your sides… that doesn’t tickle? Doesn’t make you want to giggle? Or at least smile?

See… you shake your head ‘no’ but i see the corners of your mouth twitching upwards. Your face is so tense… almost as if you’re trying to keep from smiling.

So if I gently slide fingers over your ribs and hips… that doesn’t tickle?

Oh? What’s this? This riiiight here on your face. You’re hiding something! Let’s see that smile~ Cootchie cootchie coo!

There it is! There’s that smile!

Now I see your smile, but where are all those sweet giggles of yours? 

Why you seem to be shaking! Maybe it’s because you told a little fib? Maybe these fingers swirling around your belly button and gently pinching your sides really do tickle. Or maybe the teasy whispers in your ear. Is that it? Do you have ticklish ears?

Aw it looks like the little lee is breaking~ You won’t last much longer, so just let it all out. Here, I’ll help you! It seems you’re keeping all those giggles in this ticklish little belly right here! Or maybe they’re stuck in your chest, behind these sensitive little ribs~

Tickle tickle tickle! Cootchie cootchie coo!

Aww, there it is! See I knew you were hiding giggles. Oh? More than giggles! Full belly laughter! 

So it seems you told a little lie. You really are ticklish aren’t you?

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your laugh isn’t embarrassing !! its your pure happiness !!

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Stint in the tickle dungeon anyone?…

Clips compiled from Doominicanes Live

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This GIF caused me to curl up into a ball just watching it.

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I’m a huge fan of foot tickling, that’s the truth, but if you come at me with a pencil, we’re going to have problems.

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I would like to be a victim.... 😳😳

Where do you think you’re going?

I’m casually walking towards you, hands barely outstretched, watching the panic flash across your face. I start sing-songing your name in the way that you recognize - it means that you’re fucked.

You start backing away from me, giggles already streaming forth from your nervous lips.

“What’s the matter, dear?” I ask you, playfully, continuing to almost sing my teases to you. “I’m only going to tickle you.”

I hear your giggling spike when I say the word. I love it. Cat and mouse, I back you into a corner, but I don’t go in for the kill just yet.

“Where are you going?” I ask you, smiling wide at you. “It’s only going to tickle really bad for a few minutes, I promise. Come here!” I point to the spot right in front of me.

You’re quivering, giggling, looking around for any way to escape. And then, in an instant, my tone changes.

“I said come here.”

You recognize my tone. It says playtime is over, and you’d better do what I say if you don’t want to make it worse for yourself. You force yourself to walk towards me, nearly every cell in your body screaming to run. You stand before me, feeling very much like you’re offering up a snack to a hungry animal. And you are. You look delicious.

I look you in the eyes, slowly, relishing your my-ness.

“Put your arms up.”

Your eyes plead for mercy. “Please,” you say, unable to keep from giggling madly in between begging, “Please don’t make me.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I don’t think you want to find out what it looks like for me to make you put your arms up.”

You whine. Your arms go up. You screw your eyes shut as my fingers approach you.

“That’s a good little tickle toy. Hold still - I’m going to tickle you now…”

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I'd love this ~ it'd be even better if someone took a feather or brush to my clit and gently dusted it back and forth...

I just want to strip her down and lay her out on the bed with her hands tied to the bed posts and her legs tied to the end of the bed, open. I want her completely vulnerable and helpless so I can watch her squirm while I play with her clit. I want to tease her and edge her over and over while she’s not able to please herself. I can imagine her frustrated moans as I refuse to give her what she wants.

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When kicking is your best defense but it ends up with you in an ankle lock getting your feet tickled mercilessly

Ohhhhhh fuck

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Feet up ~ Want to do this in PMS? :)

I hate how aroused I am just at the thought of being tickled…

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When you know its coming but you can’t do anything to stop it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Please 🙈🙈

I hate how aroused I am just at the thought of being tickled…

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Me too :( like gosh I just wanna be tied down and tickled until I'm a begging panting mess abdbsbdbsbfbdsnd

I hate how aroused I am just at the thought of being tickled…

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I hate how aroused I am just at the thought of being tickled...

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OK so did anyone else have the idea at the end of monsters inc when they were like “wait!! laughter is more powerful than screaming we need to make the kids laugh and we are monsters!” like hello opportunity for at least one tickle monster to show up…or all of them…to train to become tickle monsters in order to Be More Effective At Work ;) #missedopportunity

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if ur gonna tickle me, here’s some things to definitely not point out (please do):

giggles

freckles i have

how blushy i get

how squirmy i am

that i try to avoid ur hands

that i close my eyes

that i cover my face

feel free to add on ! ik its short

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1 Year Denial Anniversary.

1 year. One full year of denial. It sounds so crazy and so surreal, but what’s actually crazy is that it is, in fact entirely and completely real. Today marks one full year without a single orgasm. 

In hindsight it looks so easy, it feels so smooth. But then i remember all of the times i’ve cried over the idea of an orgasm, and all of the times i squirmed and screamed wishing i could just let myself go over the edge. I think of all of the times i was so close, so close i could almost feel it, but instead i close my legs and feel my whole body ache for a single second of pleasure. 

It’s been this intensely paradoxical journey of extreme ups and downs, of extreme pleasure and extreme desperation. I can’t count all of the times i’ve been on the edge. I can’t count all of the times i’ve been afraid to even touch myself in fear of not being able to control myself. 

I can’t forget the days where i had to edge with a paintbrush, the days where i was so sensitive i could cry from just the seam of my jeans pressing against me. 

I can’t forget the days where i felt like i would explode if i didn’t get to the edge right there and then. I can’t forget how insane i would go for just one edge. Just one. 

I can’t forget the days i spent on no touch and i can’t forget the days i spent edging my tiny defenseless body over and over again, not willing to let go of the finite amount of pleasure my body could possibly feel. 

But here i am, one full year later, denied and dripping. Fulfilled in so many ways, and so empty in others. I can’t think of all of the days i’ve spent edging my brains out and wondering when i’ll finally cum. 

To the naive girl who started this journey one year ago, i’d like to say, happy anniversary. You had no idea what you had coming.  

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