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laughter is just such a beautiful thing. it’s unlike anything else that humans do. the ability to laugh is within our genetic coding.

we are supposed to laugh, smile, and find things funny. we are supposed to laugh until we cry, clutch our stomachs, and whine about how our ribs ache through our giggles.

our bodies did us a favor by allowing us this joyful feeling. i love laughter. i love laughing. i love seeing other people laugh. laughing is a part of life. to laugh is to be alive.

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When you're a ticklee, but you're also way too ticklish to just sit there and let yourself get tickled

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Ler thought of the day :

Having your lee tied down blindfolded and spending hours using the softest tickles on every inch of the body making them squirm and giggle. Making them nervous wondering when it will get more intense…..yet craving and wishing for it all the same as the teasing tickles become to unbearable to handle.

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Frustration tickles don't get talked about enough. I've danced around the subject here a time or two, but I don't recall directly addressing it. I'm talking about releasing your built-up angst and frustration and stress and worry and all the things you may carry with you. And I mean release them directly through your fingertips into their underarms. Or feet. Or toes. Or hips. Or bellybutton. Or ribs. Whatever makes them laugh the hardest and struggle most fiercely. Give. Them. All. Of. It.

It has been a long week. And I have plenty of built up frustrations. And they are all ready to be released.

You. Come here...

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Totally not one of the main reasons why I wanna be tickled without mercy, nooooo, what makes ya think that?

you can’t overthink if you’re strapped down and tickled

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the room feels smaller when I’m this close doesn’t it? my breath brushing your ear like a secret you can’t ignore. you’re trying to keep still, but I can hear the little catch in your breath, the quiet warning before the storm. my fingers hover just above your skin, teasing the promise of touch that you can’t escape.

slowly, I trace a path down your ribs, light as a shadow, waiting for the moment you break. when your laughter spills out, raw and unstoppable.

my fingertips continue to trail lightly, feather-soft, along your sides to your hips, and you shiver. I smile, knowing the second you start to laugh, you’ll be done for. I start to map out how many more ticklish spots there are for me to take advantage of, every inch of sensitive skin vulnerable to my nails.

you can try to fight it all you want. as your resolve starts to crumble under my touch, it just makes me want you more.

breaking you once isn’t enough, I want you caught in this loop, laughing, squirming, begging, over and over. for you to be trembling, breathless, and utterly surrendered.

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it’s getting ridiculous how much I want to be tickled at this point

how the thought alone is enough to make me squirm, how just imagining those fingers hovering near, never quite landing, is almost worse than the real thing. there’s this maddening, delicious tension in knowing it’s coming, in feeling totally exposed and yet craving every second of it.

it’s not just the laughter, I mean, sure, the laughter’s a huge part of it, uncontrollable and wild, but it’s the way it pulls something out of me I can’t hide. that instinct to twist away, to beg, to fight it when really, I’m aching for it. the way someone can have me flinching and grinning before they even touch me, it’s like they’ve got me on a string, and I’m loving every tug.

I want the kind of tickling that leaves me breathless, and wondering how I ever thought I could resist. there’s something about giving up control, about laughing until I’m weak and undone in their hands. because the truth is, I crave the way it breaks me down - the helpless laughter, the teasing control, the way they pull every last bit of composure from me until all that’s left is me unraveled. completely.

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“I tried to fight it and I can’t!”

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Such a cute laugh

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Know what makes for a delicious treat? A deathly ticklish neck. Gonna put one hand on your head, the other on your shoulder, and very gently pry your neck open until I can see that tender skin where the side of your neck meets the collarbone. This isn't going to be polite. This isn't going to be pretty. I'm going to get deep in there like a dog eating a bucket of ice cream. Lips, tongue, teeth, beard... Gonna use them all, to the greatest effect I can. Until you struggle against me with all your might and I go halfway deaf from your wild, frantic screams ringing directly in my ear.

And when I finally pull my face out of there, to enjoy the sight of you panting and twitching in a twisted little pile of ticklish defeat... Do you know what I'm going to do then?

I'm going to pry the other side open and have an entire second helping, that's what. 😈

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I'm very much looking forward to Halloween. One of my favorite holidays. Chasing down a 'lee while wearing a mask just changes the dynamic.

What? You knew I wasn't normal. And neither are you. Look at you. Imagining being tickled by a wicked 'ler in a Scream mask. Tsk. Tsk. But it's your fault for answering the phone now isn't it? 🎃 👻

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Texting someone, "Tonight I'm going to remind you just how ticklish you are" is a fun way to absolutely wreck someone's work day from a distance.

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I don’t know why it’s still so hard for me to believe that lers are real. There are people out there who WILLINGLY participate in handing out everything I dream of receiving? You guys WANT tickling to be the main event?? You’re not just doing this for me???

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Just gonna say...highly illegal

Yea holding hands is nice. But have you ever tried ….holding their toes back?

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As fun as it is being a brat, trying to do anything that'd set of your ler for some ticklish punishment, there is always something so wholesome about giving in to what you *both know* that you want

God I just want you to tickle me. That’s it. No dropping hints, no bratty remarks, no teasing. I’m saying this right now: I want to be yours and I want you to just fucking tickle me.

I’m going to put on your favorite outfit of mine, one that won’t be on for too long. I’ll kneel on the floor right where you’re sitting, rest my chin on your knee and give you the most desperate eyes. And just by looking at me, you’ll know. I’ll be ready for you to scoop me up tight in your arms and as you’re carrying me to the bedroom, we’ll both know what’s about to happen and you’ll catch me with the biggest smile on my face, knowing you’re about to make me the happiest little lee. I’ll be so good and sit still for you as you tie me up. I’ll be there all bonded up & helpless and I’ll look up at you with giddy eyes just waiting to be your good little tickle toy.

And I will laugh for you, oh my god, how I will laugh for you. I’m going to scream your name as you get my worst spots, begging and thrashing. I’m going to blush your favorite shade of red as you tease me, I’m going to let out the most embarrassing noises as you breathe into my neck and coo into my ear, maybe a moan or two slipping out. I’m going to squirm around for you, arching my back as if my body is asking for more, and maybe I’ll even be throbbing for you. Caught between begging for a break and whining desperately for your touch. Craving your mouth on my skin. I want you to do anything that makes me laugh harder and I’ll still be so good for you. My ticklish body all yours to play with and take advantage of. ❤️

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the thing about tickling as a fetish is like, it’s so much more than just the sensation of being tickled or the act of tickling someone. like when i say i’m into tickling what i mean is that i am into being forced to submit, losing all control over my body and my reactions, being driven to the point of desperation and insanity with the simplest yet most calculated of touches, being completely and utterly powerless at the hands of someone else, being taunted and teased and embarrassed, begging and screaming and crying through involuntary laughter, wait what was this post about

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Holding a lee's head up by having my fingers on the back of their head, making them look up at me while my thumbs tickle the back of their ears as they giggle up at me. God that's such a cute idea.