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Scavenging

I want to spend a cozy evening scavenging the house with you for all the silly things I could tickle you with.

Sure, there's the obvious tools, like your paintbrushes, or my steadily growing collection of feathers. But what about that fake confetti in that gift box you got me? Or this weird back massager I found at the back of the closet? Or that little fluffball on top of your winter hat? I bet that’d tickle twirling over your belly button.

They may be unconventional, but who knows - some of them might surprise you! In the end, it’s more about the fun of exploring with you and heightening your anticipation with tickly thoughts about how anything we find could be used to make you blush and giggle.

By the time we’ve gotten back to the bedroom and you’re laying down, tummy exposed and a huge grin on your face, you’ll be so sensitized waiting for your tickles that just about anything could make you laugh. I bet you’re giggling just thinking about it.

And then, as I’m gently gliding all manner of silly things over your quivering belly, you’ll be simply consumed with giggles - because it tickles, of course, and because of the sheer ridiculousness that I’m actually managing to tickle you with a pair of drumsticks.

Truthfully, though, we know there’s one tried and true way to really tickle you. So, when your cute, gentle giggles finally get the best of me and make it impossible to stop myself from tickling you to bits, I’ll toss aside whatever’s in my hands and pounce with my squeezy, scribbly fingertips all over your upper body. I don’t really need to scavenge - I’ve always got all the tools I need right on hand to get you giggling at any moment’s notice.

But, we’ll add these newfound treasures to the tickle toolbox I’ve made for you. It’s fun to think just how much of the world was designed to tickle you.

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You really like realizing you're helpless to stop the tickles, don't you? Trying to squirm away only to be pulled back into my arms, trying to tickle me back only to have me switch to an even more ticklish spot as you crumble into helpless laughter, unable to retaliate. The realization that the tickles have you beat always puts such a beautiful smile on your face.

So, darling, if you'd like to prove your own helplessness, then feel free - try all you'd like. Sooner or later, you'll discover there's nothing you can do and just give in to the giggles. After all, once you've tuckered yourself out and realized there's no use fighting it, you might as well just lean back and enjoy the delightfully ticklish touches I have in store for you.

Because once you've resigned yourself to this wonderful, ticklish fate? That's when your tickling can truly begin.

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Asking “ready...?” before tickling you is such a fun, double-edged tease

On one hand, you’re frantically thinking, “no of course I’m not ready, you’re about to tickle me, oh my gosh it’s going to tickle so much, I can’t even get away, ohmygosh ohmygosh I’m too ticklish for this-”

And yet, your heart is bursting with excitement, “yes, yes, please, tickle me tickle me tickle me, I’ve been waiting so long to be tickled and I’m just so ticklish, I’m stuck here and can’t get away and I’m just so easy to tickle and if you don’t tickle me right this moment I’m going to combust just ohmygosh please please tickle me-”

Such paradoxical thoughts - and yet, both are so true.

Yes, it’s really gonna tickle, cutie.

And you couldn't be happier being so trapped and ticklish.

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Closer

When I’m tickling you in my lap, it’s hard to overstate just how adorable you are. Your laughter, your squirming, your little ‘wait!’s and ‘okay!’s, how genuinely happy you are... In those moments, despite my body already being wrapped around yours, it’s hard not to want to be even closer to you - to feel your laughter right up against me and make you feel even more vulnerable and ticklish and adored than you already are.

This, I’m quite sure, is why you were given such a ticklish neck.

Because, as it turns out, I don’t even have to stop wiggling at your ribs or tracing along your waistline to add a whole new dimension to your ticklishness (and a whole new octave to your laughter). I can just start gently nuzzling into your neck, lightly wisping my beard around every sensitive spot, nibbling and kissing all up and down as you fruitlessly try to scrunch up and hide your sensitive spots from me, stopping only to whisper sweet teases in your ear that themselves tickle just as much.

It’s just so much, isn’t it? Having your tickler as close to you as possible, scribbling and squeezing and kissing and nibbling from every angle? Frankly, your neck is so ticklish (and so very fun to tickle) that I could send you into hysterics just tickling there alone, and I’m sure it’ll get plenty of undivided attention while I’m giving the rest of your tickle spots a break. But there’s nothing quite like the rush of being tickled simultaneously in every way your tickler can as they intertwine themself with you - and truly, my ticklish dear, would you want it any other way?

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You’re telling me you’re super ticklish on your tummy... and your sides... and your back?

So what you’re saying is, no matter how you squirm or roll around or curl up, there’s always a new spot I can tickle? You’re really that ticklish?

Well, this sounds like fun, doesn’t it? Squirming and rolling around on the bed, instinctively trying to protect yourself, and still being completely consumed by the tickles? You do look awfully adorable, all smiles and laughter while trying to roll away, only for a new tickle spot of yours to betray you as you melt back into helpless ticklishness.

Don’t worry, cutie - I know you don’t want the tickling to end. You can squirm around to your heart’s content - the tickles will always be one step ahead of you.

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Walk right in

It's been three minutes since you first saw the text:

"Come upstairs so I can tickle you <3"

I figured it might take you a minute or two to regain your composure and build up enough of a courageous ticklee facade to make your way upstairs. And, just on cue, I hear the door quietly creak open.

“Hi sweetheart,” I say, all smiles as I get up from the bed.

“Hi.” You respond, trying but failing to keep that goofy smile off your face. Your eyes meet mine for only a moment before averting to the floor, a blush now added to your smile. I feel you shiver gently when I put my hands on your hips.

“So,” I begin, “I just want to get this straight. You were downstairs, happily minding your own business. But then, upon seeing my text, you stopped what you were doing and walked into this room, knowing full well how much you’d get tickled when you did.”

You shift side to side as your nervous smile widens, still looking down. No answer.

“You knowingly walked right into the tickle monster’s den,” I tease, gently pulling you in closer, “and into the tickle monster’s arms.”

Still hearing no answer but feeling the heat burning from your face as I move my head closer, I continue, now whispering directly into your ear. “Darling... would you like me to tickle you?”

What an unfair question that we both know you can't answer. But, speechlessly, you press your blushing face firmly into my shoulder, and I feel your head just slightly shake up and down as your arms tighten around me in shyness.

You feel a kiss on the top of your head before you’re gently lifted off the ground, then tossed onto the bed behind you. You seemingly instinctively put your hands behind your head as I crawl atop you.

“Wow, someone just can’t wait to be tickled, hm?” I tease, and in response your outstretched arms pull the pillow from under your head on top of your face so I can’t see your embarrassed blush.

“You can’t hide from me now, silly,” I reply, prompting a stream of giggly whines from underneath the pillow. “That time passed as soon as you adorably tiptoed through this door to get tickled.”

More whines. I continue. “No, the tickle monster’s got you now.” You hear the mischief dripping in my voice as fingers begin to make wispy patterns over your shirt. “And I might just never let you go.”

Suddenly, the gentle traces turn to scribbles and squeezes all up and down your sides and tummy as you burst into pillow-muffled laughter. Those deviously gentle fingers eventually finding their way under your shirt when your laughter doesn’t seem quite ecstatic enough for my (or your) liking.

“Can you believe you asked for this? To be all helpless and ticklish?” You respond simply by pressing the pillow harder onto your face. “It’s all just too cute, I don’t even know what to do with you. Well, except this-”

With that, I pull the pillow from your face prompting a squeak from my beloved ticklee and bury my face in your neck, nibbling and kissing in any ticklish way I can as you squeal with delighted giggles and scrunch up to no avail. All the while, my fingers maintain their scribbly, squeezy mission of filling your tummy with tickly little butterflies while you wiggle helplessly under this unending ticklish onslaught you purposefully walked yourself right into.

Isn’t it lovely sharing a home with your tickle monster?

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How would you tickle a lee whose immediate urge is not to beg to stop, but to beg for more?

Oh gosh - you’re describing one of my favorite things.

I sometimes feel like an unusual ler in that I feel worried when someone begs for the tickling to stop. If it were a big part of the fun for my partner, I could start to enjoy it and play around with that aspect of teasing, but it'd take a lot of time and trust, a very clear safeword that I know they'd use if needed, and a lot of reassurance from them that they're okay. I'm a real softie as a ler - I just want the tickles to make you feel happy and adored.

But, begging for more - hardly anything would make my heart (and fingers) flutter more than knowing that, even while getting tickled to bits, you're still totally delighted by the tickles and never want them to stop. A ticklee asking for tickles is just so enamoring that all I can think about is tickling and teasing more and more to get every single happy giggle out of you. I really do think if you kept asking for more tickles, I'd be too addicted to stop until you were satisfied - it’s just too cute knowing, with full certainty, that you’re enjoying it every bit as much as I am. And after all, if you need tickles that badly, who am I to deprive you of that?

So, to your question, how would I react to someone begging for more tickles? Smile uncontrollably, tease you about how unbelievably cute it is that you want even more tickles (despite how incredibly squirmy and sensitive you are!), then hold you close and dart around to every one of your ticklish spots until you're the happiest ticklee there ever was.

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Me before reading your writing: Yeah, I'm pretty much 90% ler leaning

Me after reading your writing: Okay, LOOK-

(-LovingLaughter, sadly a side blog)

Just goes to show - those soft, sweet tickles can entice even the lerrest of switches.

I say that as someone who leans a bit ler myself and yet ends up daydreaming more and more about being on the ticklee side of any post I write. I think I just simultaneously want to give and receive those ridiculously sweet and teasing tickles. So, you're not the only tickler with a bit of a weak spot for softness :)

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Would you be comfortable with tickling someone with self-harm scars in typically ticklish places, like stomach, thigs or feet?

Absolutely, and I think I'm in the majority on that. (an unsurprising warning: non-specific discussion of self-harm below)

Tickling is such an intimate thing to share with somebody - you're baring your body and soul in a very vulnerable way to someone and trusting that they will treat you with kindness, gentleness and respect. A person who you trust, who knows you and understands you, is going to like and appreciate your body the way it is, even with imperfections. Conversely, any jerk who would be offput by your scars is absolutely not someone you want in your life, let alone doing something as intimate and vulnerable as tickling you. It's a sign they would disrespect you in other ways: would they listen to your safeword? Would they care about you and your feelings?

There are definitely people out there who will appreciate you for you, even your past hardships. Those are the people you want in your life. In a way, despite all the pain and hardship those scars embody, perhaps you might like to rethink/reframe your scars as a sieve - a sieve which can filter out the people who you wouldn't want to play an important or intimate role in your life and leave only those who will accept you as human, imperfect as we all are, but still completely okay and worthy of affection.

Now, I don't want this to enable or glorify anyone's continued self-harm. We cannot change the past that led to where we are, but we can do our best to change the future. Self-harm is dangerous - you can damage tendons, nerves and high-output blood vessels, you can get a life-threatening infection, and it can very easily escalate to even more dangerous and deadly forms of self-harm. It is addictive, and without proper care, addictions can cause more and more damage to your life. Please, if you are struggling with self-harm, seek the guidance of a professional - there are tried and true treatments and strategies for both the addictive and underlying disorders surrounding self-harm, and with that support, you can find yourself in a better and happier place in life than you could imagine right now.

Whether self-harm is a part of your past or present, I'm sorry it's something you've struggled with. I've seen the incredible emotional pain that surrounds it. As you move forward, being kind and generous and forgiving to yourself is the kindest thing you can do for both you and those who love you and want you to be safe.

tl;dr: yes, and anyone who wouldn’t be kind and understanding doesn’t deserve the trust and privilege of tickling you in the first place.

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Once you’re all snuggled up in my lap – your back resting on my chest, head nestled against my shoulder, my arms wrapped around you – I have just two important questions for you:

Are you comfy?

You are? Good – then:

...are you ticklish?

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I feel extremely silly and shy submitting this! But it's just been one of those especially chilly, rainy days where being curled up on the sofa exchanging soft tickles with someone you love seems like it would be the loveliest thing in the world. Gentle tracing across my (if I should be so lucky!) tummy and thighs, little squeezes and nibbles and all those very cute things. Teasing and being playful in such sweet ways is highly underrated. I'd love to hear you thoughts! -E

I almost don't have any words for this, because you've literally described heaven. Soft, playful, ridiculously sweet back-and-forth tickles with someone I love? I really cannot think of anything I want more in this world. It just sounds so safe and warm, and thanks to you I'll be daydreaming about this for the rest of the night.

Thanks for overcoming those silly and shy feelings to submit this! (which, by the way, are two of my favorite feelings to elicit through tickling)

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There's not nearly enough gentleness in this world. But you can help to change that, at least around you. Be gentle to yourself, your loved ones, people you've never met. The world hits hard enough on its own - it doesn't need our help with that. You can be strong and still be gentle. Be a force that softens instead.

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I have really tklish calfs, but only to squeezes. it's a bit of a weird spot and I would love your take on it as it's not really talked about much 😵‍💫

You’re right, calves aren’t a spot I've ever really thought or talked about, but I love spots that are so specific to a ticklee. And if a special technique is needed to really elicit the giggles there, all the better. Those little details about a person’s ticklishness lend to such a sweet intimacy. Isn’t it somehow both so flustering and yet so comforting when your tickler knows exactly which spots make you, specifically, feel most happy and ticklish? 

The teases can be so good, too. Just imagine your tickler gently grabbing your leg and slowly lowering their clawing fingers right towards your calf. “Don’t think I forgot about your secret little spot,” they might remark, just before you burst into hysterics.

So, squeezy calf tickles? Absolutely. I think a ticklee-specific spot is a joy no matter where it is. Hopefully whatever lucky tickler finds that unique technique on that unique spot of yours sees how much you enjoy it and gives you all the squeezy tickles you could hope for. After all, an attentive tickler only has to find that spot on you once before it's in their arsenal forever...!

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Okay, I'm basically the tsundere-ish type who acts tough to avoid being bothered by not-so-nice people. I've been doing a pretty good job until now... then I found this blog, read a couple posts and got flustered😳 Then I listened to your audios and... congratulations, you brought out my flustered side and my lee mood * internally screaming * (btw your blog is one of the best I've ever seen... but this doesn't mean that I'm not frustrated because of my mood)💚🤍❤

I'm happy my posts can sneak under that tough outer shell! There's good reason to be tough and stoic and to fiercely stand your ground out in the world sometimes, but one of the things I love about my particular overly fluffy brand of tickling is that it gives you permission to be vulnerable and soft with someone you trust. We all deserve to give and receive a little more gentleness in our lives.

And thanks for such kind words! They really mean a lot.

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Pretense

I know, sometimes it's way too embarrassing to just let yourself be tickled. Even just staying still and barely trying to block my tickling fingers is an implicit admission that you love being a helpless, giggly, blushy puddle, and that’s a rather emotionally vulnerable position to put yourself in.

So, when you're feeling too vulnerable to ask but still need your daily dose of tickles, don't worry - we can always come up with a pretense to tickle you.

Perhaps this time I'll insist that January only has 30 days. And when you make fun of me and try to tell me I'm wrong, that's when I'll pin you down, sit on your arms, and dance my fingers on your underarms and all around your ribs and sides until you admit I’m right.

"Look at a calendar, you doofus!" and "how do you not know this??" are just your much less embarrassing ways of telling me you'd still like more tickles, please. You get to pretend I'm the mean, evil villain putting you through this ticklish ordeal without ever having to sheepishly admit how much you love it. And then, whenever you’re satisfied with the tickling you’ve received, you can squeak out, "okay, okay, you're right!"

Of course, I'll only slow down and get a couple confirmations from you first. After all, perhaps you only needed a short break, and I'm enjoying this at least as much as you seem to be, so why waste a perfectly good pretense to tickle you silly? By the third time I ask, "are you sure I'm right?" maybe you'll reply with "pfft, no way dummy," so we can resume your ticklish captivity.

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"Does it tickle, sweetheart?"

"No-h-no, it doesn't!' you claim through laughter, presumably induced by how much it tickles. After all, a few light, fluttery fingertips dancing on your ribs and tummy have always tickled you before. But I’ll play along.

"No? I'll have to tickle you more then.”

You punctuate my sentence with a sudden squeak as my feathery touches turn to deeper squeezes and frantic scribbles, sending you into a truly raucous stream of laughter.

"Wai-hait, wait!” you protest, or at least attempt to, through your laughter, "OKAY, okay, it does!!"

"It does what, cutie?'

"it ti-hi-hickles!!" you blurt out as you fruitlessly squirm, never far enough to keep my fingers from squeezing at your sides.

"Aww, I'm glad,” I reply with a gentle smile. “Now, just tell me when it stops tickling again and I'll keep making it tickle more, okay?"

You squeal in flustered, ticklish helplessness - you really thought admitting it might soften the tickles again, but isn’t this more fun? And that request, “tell me when this doesn’t tickle” - how could these fingers endlessly wiggling all across your tummy, sides, under your arms, always changing up their touch to keep you laughing, ever not tickle??

And yet, as your delightful predicament continues, a part of you wants to squeak out, barely audible through your endless stream of laughter, "hey - it doesn't tickle..." just to see what might happen.

I want to see what happens too, cutie. Try me.

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You know what’s really cute? When you’re giving super light tickles, and they’re just tantalizing enough that your ticklee leans into them more so they can get tickled for real.

Did you want me to tickle you more, cutie? You can always just ask.