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Hiw would you feel if I were to sneak up on you and tickle your bare soles?

Is that a threat or a promise

Tickle me

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If both your legs and arms are pinned, then nailed skittering on your thighs, ribs and pits would be the best way to spend the time tickling and getting to know you.. agree? Or no?

DISAGREE

agree someone do this to me now

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OH MY GOD SHE’S DONE IT AGAIN. Best writer and fic as always!! And the navel to tickles???? They way he just damn IGNORES HER

Dare she give him attitude again and he follows through on the threat 🫣🫣

You are one of my favourite nsfw tickle writers. Do you still take requests?

I’ve got a potential one where the reader-(maybe she’s a little more modern but still loves the traditional stuff)- always calls herself a feminist and lives to be independent. Maybe she tells gojo phrases to wind him up (eg, you don’t own me, I’m stronger than u etc) before he snaps, pins her and tickles her to tell her ‘who’s really in charge’.

Absolutely love your blog 🥰

EHEHEHEHEHE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEEE 🙈🙈

You and Gojo just are at each other’s necks like ravenous dogs, you’re one of the few women in his life who have absolutely no interest in falling for his charm, swooning at his wealth, taking curiosity about how strong he is.

You know it bothers him because he’s always trying to get that reaction out of you, make you crumble at his feet and beg to be spoiled.

"I don't need you to spoil me, Gojo- I'm a big girl. Find someone who will buy into your bullshit."

"You want it to be you so bad it makes you sick."

"It'll be a cold day in Hell before I ever crave your attention."

Needless to say, the tension between you both is thick, it makes everyone uncomfortable and look amongst themselves, not wanting to get in the middle of the pissing contest you both are involved in. It's always been this way, a battle of dominance of top dog, and neither of you have plans to back off.

Even now, as the clock in your home strikes two in the morning, papers sprawled over your table and cold coffee in your cups, the battle persists, neither of you willing to throw in the towel about how to actively finish and approach this mission. You feel the shift in the air as agitation grows from you both, annoyance swirling in the atmosphere, you slowly feel your sanity slipping with each tick of the clock above your head.

You sigh, "more coffee?"

"I'd rather a bullet to the skull," Gojo grumbles, big hands scrubbing down his face. Regardless, he passes you the ceramic mug, and you sigh and snatch it from him, shambling to the coffee pot in the kitchen.

"Believe me," you murmur. "This isn't exactly how I want to be spending my time either, let alone with you."

"Why, aren't you such a delightful host."

You scowl at him, "take your coffee and shut the shit up." You pass him the mug, and he takes it from you, no gratitude sent your way.

If anything, he chews his lip bitterly, and you wonder if it's time to call it, before you actually rip each other to shreds.

"Y'know, I've been wondering, princess," he hums, relishing in the glare you send him.

"Don't call me that like we're friends or some shit."

“This attitude of yours,” he begins, swirling the dark coffee around his mug. “Is it able to be fucked out of you or something?”

“Excuse me!”

“You heard me,” he chuckles, standing up and looming over you. The extreme height difference sends a shrill through your body, and any normal woman would be backing down like a dog in submission. You however, have no intention of doing that. His smirk becomes more toothy, “I wanna know, what makes this sexy body of yours loosen the stick up your ass? What freak shit are you into that makes you less you, because I’ll do anything if it means the little ‘im too good’ attitude fucks off for a few hours.”

“You wish.”

“I sure fucking do,” he says. His tone has turned more predatory, firmer, not the usual playfulness you both usually hurl at each other. "You want it? I'll do it."

"Need I remind you that you are a guest in my home," you hiss, venom dripping from your tone. "And I'm close to changing that for you."

"You and what army?" he chuckles, reaching out for you.

“Get your filthy paws off of me you damn, dirty, bastard!” You snarl, hands instinctively coming up to conceal yourself from him, backing out of the kitchen and into the living room.

He grins at you, “oh yeah, that’s the fight I’ve been looking for!”

“Gojo!” You hiss, trying to snap him out of it. Your little heart pitter patters in your chest, a sick feeling swirling in your gut in anticipation. You’ve never seen him like this, like a beast taking instead of asking, a monster who’s about to pounce.

He backs you both into the arm rest of your couch, sending you scrambling over the back; your shoulders hit the soft cushions of your couch, and Satoru is quick to follow, knee planting between your thighs and thick body blocking your view from any reprieve of Gojo Satoru. His body is all you see, his scent is all you smell, all you feel is the warmth emanating from his body and the knee between your legs, forcing them open to his wandering eyes.

“What’re you going to do?” You snap.

He shrugs, “nothing planned. But I’ll do anything to make you get off this fucking high horse you put yourself on. Why?” He leans down to be closer to you, his expensive cologne and heat from his face swirling in your senses, “scared?”

“No,” you choke. It’s not a lie, you’re not scared of Gojo Satoru, you’re not scared of anything, but the heat between your legs is sweltering, demanding attention but you’re too stubborn to give it to him.

Why are you so antsy for his potential time to strike?

Rather, why do you wish he would?

You’ve pride yourself on being stronger than him, your rejections and shutting him down is impenetrable, so why now is your body responding eagerly to his advances?

“I think you are scared,” he hums, hand tracing up your body. You shiver and instinctively shrink to the other side, making him smirk. “I think that hearts pounding at the idea of what I might do to you. How badly you want me to wreck you.”

“If you don’t get your hands off of me, turn around, and leave my house, I swear I’ll-“

You’re cut off as he wraps a hand around your throat, gasping and squirming slightly as his thumb rolls back and forth over the delicate skin. “What’re you gonna do? Hmm?”

“I… I’ll…” your babbles fall on deaf ears.

“You really don’t think I can’t smell that pretty pussy weeping out for me? Think I don’t know the ways you’re completely at my mercy and you fucking enjoy it? Please, I’ve known you for too long, angel girl. And if you really wanted me off, I know how strong you’d be fighting. So,” he leans down to be nose to nose with you, “why don’t you be a good girl, and tell me what you want me to do to you, to make this partnership work?”

“I don’t want you to do shit,” you tremble, thighs pinching around his. He grins and you shove his shoulders, “get off of me!”

“You’re just waiting for me to be the big bad gojo you’ve always seen me as, ain’t ya?” He says, hand leaving your neck and trailing back down your body, fingertips featherlight as he walks down the middle of your torso; you squirm, and he clicks his tongue, “what’s the matter? Sensitive? Is my big bad partner ticklish, maybe?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you growl between your teeth, but your body betrays you as your hips rise up to a grind at the mere mention of being tickled.

The lightbulb above gojo’s head goes off, and you whimper softly. He’s got you. “Ohh, that is just precious. You're ticklish.”

“Shut the fuck up!” You shove at his shoulders again.

“You're trembling, babygirl. Is it because you’re so ticklish that you can’t stand being tickled, too ticklish for your own good?”

For the first time in your history of knowing Gojo, you heel and relent, lips wobbling as his continue to walk his fingertips up and down, now they’ve taken the liberty of tapping at your ribs, ghosting over your navel, causing goosebumps to raise at the tender touch. But to your horror, you don't stop him, and you hate the way he bites his lip at you, "or maybe... I've got it all wrong."

"Satoru," you plead.

"Maybe," he leans down to be close to your ear, making you whimper.

"You like it."

You open your mouth, but your lips are opening and closing with no sound, desperate to deter him but desire brews in your chest at the idea of being tormented so ruthlessly, gluttonous for punishment you know he'll give you.

"I think I have my answer."

With that, immediately, the hand not propping him above you darts under your arm, slender fingers prodding the warm skin. You shriek and jam your arms to your sides, simply pinning the offending touch there. Even so, the meek attempt at protection doesn't stop Satoru, curling his fingers cruelly as he tickles the tender, rarely touched skin. "That's my girl!" He teases, and you whine and try to shove him away with one free hand, howls of laughter falling from your lips, he snarls and grabs your wrists into one of his big hands, "can't have you fighting back on me, can I? Not when you obviously want this so bad."

He's right, fuck he's so right, and you scream at the lack of protection as he digs right back under your arm, fingers teasing the hole of your tee shirt to the side to tickle the bare flesh, causing octaves of your laughter to rise. Your legs flail under him, knees knocking into his back but damn, the feeling is so delicious, it makes you feel relief and it makes you buck your hips into the thick meat of his knee still nestled comfortably against your cunt.

It sends pleasure to course through your body, momentarily pausing your titters to let a moan slip out.

"Oh," he snickers. "Oh you like it that bad, huh?" He's laughing now, laughing with you and mercilessly continuing his torment. Before you can process, he switches his hands to now tickle under your other arm, making you completely cackle. "Pretty cute of you to crumble under some tickles, don't you think?"

"Ssssshut up!" You whine, but instead of the bite it held before, it's filled with childish giggles and simple laughter. Your body becomes even more sensitive with each word he teases, with every second slender fingers tickle you,

"What would everyone think if they knew that you, so big and bad, can come completely undone from a couple of seconds of tickling? Pathetic." You whimper around a flood of giggles, trying your hardest now to fight under him and pull your arms free, to no avail. If anything, he pulls your arms tighter, flatter against the couch, "yeah, that's more like it, dontcha think?"

Your entire body becomes electric at the stimulation, fight or flight being activated with every crook of Satoru's fingers. Tears of mirth sting your eyes, screwed shut and trying to ignore the dastardly feeling of your skin crawling.

It’s a rush, something you’ve never felt before, being so excited for his touch but dreading every second of it, you feel the scratch in your brain being itched as you’re tickled for punishment, tickled for sport, tickled for his pleasure- the fact that you love it too is merely a plus for him.

Even if you hated it, you’d still be at his mercy.

This, you’re certain of.

He releases your hands to instead drill both of his thumbs into your hips, curling the rest of his big hands around them to keep you in absolute stitches. Your hands desperately circle his wrists, but to his enjoyment, you’re not trying to pry him off.

You’re just squeezing him to ground yourself.

“You’re so unreal,” he snorts. “You go on and on about how much you don’t like me and you’re too good for me, and yet, im the one who’s making you crumble. Have you no shame? No pride?”

You don’t say anything, you wouldn’t even if you could, you’re so overstimulated that your brain is a complete mush that can only focus on the tickles satisfying you.

His hands move to either side of your navel before cruelly digging in, and your eyes bug out of your skull. You shriek, and he laughs at your agony, “ohhhh, I got the tickle spot don’t I? Right on this sexy tummy? Wonder if I can make you beg just by staying right here.” He’s grinning, you can hear it in his voice, but your vision is crackling and dizzying and you can’t focus, so you screw your eyes back shut and wait for the cruel feelings to pass.

Your body is growing so tired of fighting, writhing uselessly under Satoru’s massive frame and hips rutting into his planted knee, teetering an orgasm that you long to have. He’s evil, he’s cruel, and your body trembles in absolute pleasure.

“You wanna cum so badly,” he snickers. “I don’t know if you deserve it, baby. Not after the attitude you’ve given me all these months.”

“Please,” is all you can snort out. Your eyes bug out of your skull as one of the hands torturing you darts between your legs, heel of his palm rutting against your covered pussy. His index finger on his free hand gently tickles the divot of your navel, and you keen at the feeling. You groan as your back arches into the touch, signals in your brain crossing and confused as to how to respond to so many sensations.

You want to moan, you want to scream, you want to wail in despair and cry in delight, you want to make him pay but you want to stay under him forever, being nothing more than a toy for his amusement.

He stops tickling you, slipping his hand under the waistband of your pants to slip his fingers inside of you, clicking his tongue in satisfaction, “sucked me right in, pretty girl. Told you that you couldn’t lie to me.”

“Satoru,” you mewl, arching your back. “Please-“

“I know, you want to cum,” he says softly.

“No,” you whimper. You grab his collar and pull him down towards you, snarling your teeth at him.

“Tickle me.”

He grins. You nod desperately, “keep going. Don’t stop.”

“You’re too much, sexy,” he snickers, but he jams his free hand back under your arm, tickling there with less fervor as to let you focus on your building orgasm but just enough to make you laugh in mirth.

Your stomach hurts with laughter and your entire body is clammy, beads of sweat gather at your hairline from all the writhing.

It must be a sight to see as you slowly stop laughing, teeth sinking into your lip as you furrow your brows in focus and fucking cum.

Your jaw slacks and your eyes fly open, back arching off the mattress with excitement. Your body trembles from head to toe, little titters breaking the euphoric moans pouring from your mouth. Your walls flutter and your clit pulses angrily, overwhelmed with pleasure to work you through the orgasm wracking through you.

And the whole time, satoru tickles you. He says nothing. But you feel his heavy eyes on you the whole time.

It isn’t until you’re actively trying to get away from him and so much stimulation that he stops, slipping his soggy fingers out of you and popping them in his mouth to clean them. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Satoru,” you whimper, body still trembling.

“I know,” he shushes, hands smoothing down your arms that shove him away to try and bring you back down to earth, releasing you from the phantom touches you’re been subjected to. “For a broad who hates me, you did really well for me.”

Your chest is still heaving as you slowly close your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself as your brain swims to work through so many racing thoughts and emotions.

You’re not sure when or how, but within seconds, there’s a glass of water on the coffee table and a blanket around your shoulders. Your shivering stops as you nuzzle into the blankets, smiling softly.

“Thank you,” you whisper softly as he gently smooths your hair down.

He leans down to be close to you, “give me a kiss and we’ll call it even.” You laugh softly before angling your head to give him a soft kiss, lips moving in harmony and eliciting sweet noises from you.

You whine as he parts, pressing a kiss to your head next. Then, he clicks his tongue.

“You ever give me attitude again,” he rasps, carding his hand through his hair. “I’ll do that shit in front of everyone. Let everybody see how much of a desperate whore you get. Got it?”

You blink sleepily up at him, smiling easily, but unlike in the past, there’s no venom or determination in it to rile him up- just a simple, satisfied smile.

“You promise?”

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sneak peek on a wip [Loki x reader]

cw: tickling, swearing, minors dni

Your voice cracks with laughter and panic. “Loki, don’t you fucking dare-”

He doesn’t even answer.

He starts.

One single finger. Dragged slow and excruciating along the soft pad beneath your toes.

Your entire body arches, helpless as you howl, twisting like you have a chance at escaping.

But he’s barely moved. Just tracing, slow and exploratory, almost curious.

“Fuck! This is so messed up-”

Loki hums. “You really ought to have kept that clever mouth shut.”

You grit your teeth, trying to focus. “This- this is petty. This is some villain-ass shit. No wonder Thor used to kick your ass when you were younger.”

“Oh?” he says, trailing his thumb gently along your arch, dragging a laugh straight from your lungs. “You want to talk about childhood trauma now? In the middle of this? How very Avenger of you.”

Your teeth clench. “I hate you.”

He laughs without looking at you. “You wish.”

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I dream to be laughing helplessly while someone’s looking at me like I’m the cutest thing they’ve ever seen

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Have a memory when I was about 8 of looking this up on my friends phone. There was shit WiFi or smth so when I went to delete the history, nothing was there. Thought I was in the clear but she went on her phone and found it 💀we luckily weren’t that well versed in phones at that time so she thought she had been hacked lmao

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Hannah vent session: caution, rambling and sad stuff

Does anyone else feel a little out of place?

The only way I can describe it is this:

I’ve been given a shit deck of cards and I’m supposed to somehow win.

One card says I’m asexual

One card says my religion (I have to and want to marry someone practices this)

One card says I’m into tickling

One card says I want the traditional stuff. I want a husband and children. My job, my career.

And somehow, all these cards, are supposed to make a royal flush. When in reality in life, a combination of these is a big FAT oxymoron.

In real life I feel too kinky. I don’t particularly enjoy normal sex so don’t rlly enjoy all the role playing or ‘positions’ around it. I’m supposed to laugh along with my friends when they talk about ‘cowboy’ and ‘xxx’. I’m supposed to playfully laugh when my friends eagerly ask me if I’ve slept with a guy I’m seeing.

When in reality I’m afraid to go on dates because I know the chances of them being into what I’m into are so incredibly low. I don’t want to be emotionally attached to someone when I can see them leaving because I don’t want to have sex. Ever.

I then see my friends go on dates and be able to have have ‘normal’ relationships and I feel somewhat envy which is horrible and makes me feel like a bad friend.

I am then faced with the reality of sessions. Maybe I just need a tickle session- or to do a couple? But I know how it will go. I currently feel at mood level 40. Tickling will make me feel 100. But straight after the session I’ll feel 0 with the reality that a session is as far as it will ever go.

And here’s the most complex part of it all. I have avoided talking about this on here for many reasons but my religion. As someone in this community, I have a fairly complex relationship with my religion and it kills me that when I’m looking for a relationship with someone who practices it with me. A man who will not only love me, but also hopefully one day be the father of my children I hope to have.

The sad reality is compromise. One of them has to go.

Just which one?

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why are tummies so intimate who's idea was that

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Fucking hell ‘tell me you deserve to be punished’ 🥵

Toy In Trouble

Written with enthusiastic consent and cooperation from @yourlittlettoy

I tugged the blindfold down over my eyes.

“Stop squirming!” someone growled, not for the first or probably last time this evening.

“This is cruel and unusual!” she cried.

“You realize if you spill anything, we’re just going to have to start the whole process over again, don’t you?” I asked. “Is she ready?”

She gasped, then let out a “No!” so long and mournful it sounded like birdsong. “She’s ready,” came the response.

She was strapped down to the hotel suite’s sturdy coffee table, her arms overhead and her thighs wrapped together. The bondage would’ve been more than enough to hold most people still, but she was notorious for her frantic and often successful escape attempts, and my plan for the evening allowed for no extra movement on her part. That’s why several of our friends had volunteered to help pin her down.

She seemed to think this was an excessive amount of restraint, and had expressed that opinion with some dubious appeals to reason. They fell on deaf ears. Perhaps we all just enjoyed having our hands on her. I certainly did.

Kneeling at the end of the table, I slowly lowered my face in the general direction of her bare stomach. The lingering look I had taken of her bikini-clad form before covering my eyes meant I had a very clear–not to mention very lovely–mental image. I pressed my palms firmly to her hips, hoping to keep her still without eliciting a messy struggle.

She could see what I was doing, but I couldn’t. Her body tensed with anticipation as I got closer.

My lips made contact, and I felt the muscles clench beneath her soft skin. The noise she made was indescribable; something like a squeal, cough, and curse all at once. I moved lower, with only touch and taste to guide me.

My tongue found the fabric of her bottoms, and I worked my way across her waistband, kissing, licking, and sucking at her lower belly. She fought hard to hold back the giggles–I only knew she was laughing from the trembling of her belly. The room had been raucous, but it was suddenly so silent I could hear my own heart pounding in my ears.

“You are evil!” she managed to blurt.

“You’re supposed to be giving me directions here,” I shot back, letting the rumble of my voice vibrate my lips against her stomach. “This will go much faster if you cooperate.”

“Ah! Higher!” she wailed as my stubbled cheek brushed her side. “Left side.”

“Your left or mine?” I asked, letting my teeth skim along her hip. I knew which she meant, but I wanted a little more time to explore. Her attempts to twist away from my mouth were simply too enjoyable to rush.

Ignoring her frantic cursing, I gradually worked my way back up. I finally found the dusting of salt deposited just under her rib. I licked it up, making sure to get every grain and ‘accidentally’ buzz my lips against her while I was at it.

I could sense that she wouldn’t be able to keep from thrashing much longer, even with all the help I had in holding her, so I immediately moved to the hollow of her navel. The tequila, warmed by her body, would normally have burned going down, if the rest of me weren’t already on fire. I slurped at the liquor, getting nearly all of it in one quick gulp, but taking plenty of additional time there to make sure I didn’t miss any.

As I expected, she howled and bucked like a feral animal caught in a snare. Her inarticulate protests and pleas got the spectators laughing, but I was too focused on my target to notice. My mouth chased the few stray trickles of liquor that had escaped her belly button. She twisted and shook, but the straps and dozen hands kept her from getting away.

“There goes the lime!” someone cried.

Without missing a beat, I called out, “No, I’m sure it’s here somewhere.” I blew a raspberry into her ribs, and got such a delightful response I did it again. I felt her writhe under me as I blew another close to her sternum.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. “New lime incoming.”

“Wait,” I said. I let my hands drift up her sides until they reached her armpits. “Put it here,” I instructed, cupping my hand against one smooth pit to create a more secure spot for the slice of citrus.

I felt a hand slip between us, then pull back. Her body heaved, the fruit-centric distraction giving her a moment to catch her breath. I shifted my body forward and planted a trail of light kisses down her tricep, getting closer to the fruit with every peck. I quickly found the lime and bit into it, squirting juice onto the sensitive skin. I licked that up as well, stopping only when she let out a piercing shriek directly into my ear. I supposed I deserved that, but it still hurt.

“Ow! I guess I didn’t need that ear after all,” I griped.

“I’m sorry!” she quickly replied.

“Oh, you certainly will be,” I shot back. Carefully reaching higher, I found her face and cupped her cheeks in my hands. “Tell me you deserve to be punished for that.”

I didn’t expect her to comply, and the inarticulate noise of disbelief she let out exceeded my expectations. So I did the only rational thing: I quickly covered her mouth with one hand, and let my other hand attack her underarm with all the vengeance I could muster.

My mouth found her other armpit, and the combination had her screaming into my palm. I lifted my hand a few times—just long enough so she could gasp in a lungful of air—before replacing it and forcing out a new chorus of squeals.

Only when I could feel her energy flagging did I sit back, breathing heavily and grinning like an idiot. Peeling off the blindfold, I found her glaring at me with a wide-eyed stare and a smile she couldn’t quite suppress. Some greedy desire in me wanted to do that again, a hundred more times, and then find a thousand more games to play with her.

Instead, I licked my lips. “Ok, who’s next?”

Everyone’s hands were up—even hers.

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This is why I love being pinned

Why is being pinned down sometimes more flustering than being tied down?

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🧊 ⤵️ 🕳️ ➕🫳🏻🟰😫😫😫

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My tik tok fyp is curssseddddd. What i would GIVE for my boyfriend to come up to me with a broomstick and ask if he can try ‘fixing my posture’

Pls tell me u guys know what im talking about

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One of the best, most details stories I’ve read!

Chapter 5 - OK tickle fans, here’s what you’ve been waiting for. Hope it does the business for you. All chapters will be posted under the tag:

#a deal after dark

Link to introduction and first chapter, if you missed the beginning:

Chapter 5 - The Agony

David could scarcely believe his senses. Body worship was one thing, being ordered to tickle his boss felt too surreal to make sense. He clenched his eyes shut, gave his head a sharp shake, and reopened them. Asal Elahi was still there - recumbent, bare-bellied, utterly inexorable in her expectation. Faltering, David dropped his head as his breathing began to quicken…

“Hey! Look at me.”

He did as he was commanded.

“Don’t think about it - just do it. There’s nothing to think about here. Do it. Now!”

Everything about this feels like the springing of a trap, even if she IS genuinely a raging fetishist, but what could be worse than what she’s threatening to do to my prospects? And she’s right…

David surveyed the soft amber flesh just inches away, which had begun to fold into gentle rolls as she’d leaned forward.

…I HAVE seen it done a thousand times, which means that I know a thousand ways to annihilate her…

She sighed, patience wearing thin.

“Am I to assume, David, that you have no wish to continue your car-EEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEEEE!!”

…starting by catching her completely off guard!

David’s hands, until now lying idle at Asal’s sides, had each grabbed a handful and begun to knead the flesh quickly and firmly, fingers and thumbs stimulating buried nerves to unleash a storm of deep muscle tickles and wring a surprisingly juvenile squeal from the fearsome tech titan. Her lower half was pinned to the couch by his bodyweight, but her arms immediately flew into action. Torn between pushing him back and seizing his weapons, she didn’t quite manage to accomplish either while random spasms jerked her this way and that. For all of her panicked flailing, she couldn’t do a thing to prevent David from squeezing and prodding her flanks - and oh, what a spectacle she made!

He’d expected Asal to recover some measure of self-control after his opening sneak attack, but her intensity didn’t drop one iota. With complete abandon, she threw her head back in unbridled, open-mouthed laughter.

“WAAA-ha-ha-ha-haaa! NOOO-ho-ho-ho-hooo!”

Oh my days … she’s fucking spectacular! Now … vary the target and technique. Play with her expectations - don’t let her acclimatise!

David stiffened his fingers and began to drum their tips against his boss’ ribs as fast as possible, shifting his hands around at random. Almost immediately, Asal’s hysterics took on an air of pure panic.

“Wait, Dav-ahahaha! Wahahait! WA-HA-HA-HAIT!! STOP ihihihit! You cahahahan’t - I CAN’T STA-HA-HA-HAND THAT!! It tickles - IT TI-HI-HI-HICKLES!! AIEEEEE!!!”

A full-throated scream. Her lower ribcage was clearly a goldmine, and David managed to mine it for several minutes - despite the allure of the vulnerable, gorgeous belly writhing and heaving a hand’s breadth from his face and the fight its demented owner was putting up all the while.

Eventually he decided that he’d had enough of dodging her swipes at his head and shoulders, however ineffectual, and seized both of her wrists mid-swing, gripping both of them in his left hand. Rising to kneel between her legs, he allowed himself to fall forward and downward, pinning her hands to the arm of the couch above her head. As soon as his victim’s eyes opened, he began to wiggle his fingers slowly above her face, like a great spider dangling from a web, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

For once, words failed Asal Elahi. Her eyes, full of trepidation, remained glued to the aerial ballet of David’s fingers as she took great gasps of air and shrank away as he began to move his hand from side to side.

It’s tempting to take the piss out of her, wind her up - but for all I know she’ll find it cringey and it’ll just turn her off. Better just stick with what’s already working…

With cobra-like speed, he plunged all five fingers into the smooth hollow of Asal’s left underarm, scribbling lightly but furiously, and she exploded into manic desperation yet again. With her wrists pinned overhead, the warm, damp, extra-sensitive skin was stretched taut as David ravaged it over and over again, drunk on her cries. Without warning, she turned her head and snapped at him wildly - pulling back just in time, he felt her teeth graze his hand as they came together with a clack.

Right, that does it!

Sliding easily down the polished leather until his face drew level with his boss’ shimmering, golden abdomen once more, David seized the lower half of it with both hands, underneath the navel where it was softest and fullest. Every single finger and thumb burst into life, lightly pinching the captive roll of flesh over and over again at breakneck speed-

“YAAAAAGH!! EEEEEK!! NOOO-HO-HO-HO! FUCK YOU-HOO-HOO! WAHAHAHA!! GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF MY BODY! AAAAAA-HAHAHA!!”

She does swear after all…

Asal’s hands, free once more, were trying to fend him off again - but her small frame, pummelled by agony, rapture and arousal as her brain foundered in a fizzing ocean of neurochemicals, simply couldn’t summon a coherent defence. As David changed tactic and began to skitter ever-so-softly underneath the gentle swell of her belly, just above the hemline of her underwear, her livid screams segued into a torrent of higher-octave, frantic giggles.

“Stop ihihihit! Eee-hee-hee-hee-hee!! Ahahahaha!! I’ll fucking kihihihill you, I swear to Gohohod-yeeeehehe!! How dare you do this to mehehehehe?! You’re dead! You’re fucking dehehehead, you bastard!! Ohohoho!”

David was barely paying attention. All he could focus on was the CEO’s bare midriff filling his entire field of view, rolling as she fought for breath, fluttering uncontrollably as her nerve endings lit up, twisting this way and that as she desperately tried to escape … while that sublime belly button contorted itself into every possible shape, each more irresistible than the last.

She’s practically giving me a private belly dance. Time to make her shimmy!

Levering himself up to ensnare Asal’s wrists and pass both of them to his left hand again, David pinned them tightly against her sternum this time. His right hand formed a rigid claw, taunting her in mid-air for a few seconds as she shook her head wordlessly in terror, before burying itself deep in her defenceless belly to vibrate back and forth, firmly, awakening the abdominal muscles hiding under her adorable handful of squish.

Asal answered this fresh outrage with a deafening yell like canvas going through a shredder. A rougher sound than before, it dissolved into filthy cackles interspersed with more howls of ticklish misery - not to mention apoplectic, disbelieving fury at her soft tummy being forced to wobble like jelly for the amusement of her subordinate. David bared his teeth in a predator’s grin, savouring her futile rage just as much as the sight and feel of her quivering belly as he drilled her abs without pause or pity. Eventually she managed to choke out an intelligible sentence…

“AAAAAAH!! STOHOHOP, PLEEEEEEASE! WAAA-HA-HA-HAAA!! OHHH, DOHOHON’T MAKE ME JIHIHIGGLE!!”

David thought he heard her voice catch as if tripped up by a faint sob, and felt a pang of guilt.

Ach … genuinely wasn’t trying to embarrass her. Maybe she’s a bit more self-conscious than she lets on.

Releasing her hands, he gave Asal’s trembling tummy a tender squeeze and began to smooch his way reverently down her left side as her laughter melted away. He paused to nibble the slight love handle before following it inwards, bathing his face in the ripe wholeness of her curves as she cooed and sighed with twenty-four-carat relief. Massaging her sides gently, he swirled his tongue around the wide rim of her belly button once, twice and thrice before slowly pushing it inside, riding the shudder that rippled through Asal’s torso as she let forth a deep moan. Utterly overwhelmed by the reprise of this sensory zenith coupled with afterglow tingles that made her entire body sing with effervescence, she didn’t notice David’s eyes trained on her like those of a raptor, observing every minute twitch as she began to settle and he took a deep breath…

Almost … almost … she thinks it’s over … yep, she actually believes it - NOW!

Shoving his mouth against his boss’ helpless stomach, he let loose the longest, most powerful raspberry he could summon.

“AIEEEEE-EEEEE-EEEEE!!!”

Before Asal’s shriek of horror had even ended, David had sprung into action, both hands seeking out her hipbones. Dancing fingers teased them and the hypersensitive hollows they guarded, igniting both femoral nerves. Meanwhile, a salvo of devastating raspberries laid waste to every square inch of her suffering belly, with David unleashing them as fast as he could draw breath, shaking his head vigorously from side to side so that his nose added another layer of tickles. Undulating ripples raced across her skin and coruscated down through her core, while every blast from his lips wrung a fresh roar of anguished mirth from hers as she tried, hopelessly, to shape them into a plea for mercy.

It would’ve been beyond pointless. Intoxicated with power and still smarting from the humiliation of his boss’ earlier inquisition, David’s ego had allowed his inner revenge fantasist to take the wheel. Roughly, he shoved his index finger deep inside her belly button, slick with sweat and saliva, until he felt resistance from the knot at the base - then began to wiggle it with purpose, mercilessly torturing Asal Elahi’s top-secret, ultra-ticklish neural nexus. Sensations the like of which she’d never dared to imagine, even in her most disturbingly masochistic tickle dreams, tore her to shreds as though David had rammed a live mains cable into her navel. A cocktail of adrenaline and serotonin kaleidoscoped its way into her brain, saturating it with blind panic and ecstasy all at once, while she thrashed and howled piteously like a stricken animal. David shrugged off her caterwauling as easily as the feeble blows pelting his back and shoulders…

Set me up with your little scheme, would you? Dangle your axe over my neck? Enjoy the sight of me squirming with embarrassment - well, who’s squirming now?!

“YAAAAAGH!! AAAA-HA-HA-HAAA!!!”

Come at me like I’m some kind of sick perv while getting off to the exact same thing yourself? Bloody hypocrite - eat this!

His other nine fingers poked and prodded her stomach with the speed of a court stenographer…

“WAHAHAHAHAAA!! NO! NOOOOO!!”

Thought you’d blackmail me into becoming your secret little fetish slave, didn’t you? Took on a bit more than you could handle, didn’t you?

“PLEEEE-HEE-HEASE, NOT THE BELLY BUTTON!! OWOOOOO!!”

Messed with the wrong guy … you asked for this, now you’re gonna fucking TAKE IT!

David’s mouth rejoined the fray, licking, sucking, biting, razzing, as his fingertips continued to propel the CEO towards clinical insanity. Online, he was untouchable, a law unto himself - he could break into government and military networks if he wished - but never in his life had he tasted power like this. On and on he went, until he became aware of Asal’s laughter turning silent, punctuated by her gasps for air and the occasional truncated scream managing to break through the quaking rictus of her torment.

Maybe it’s time to dial things back a bit…

Vaguely remembering her shoes coming off, David wondered if her feet were as ticklish as the rest of her. He sprang up onto his haunches, grabbing her right ankle and raising it off the couch, but just as he homed in on the pads of her small toes, he caught sight of her face for the first time in several minutes.

Hyperia’s formidable figurehead, the diminutive tech tycoon who could intimidate anyone with a mere glance, was, to put it mildly, a shattered wreck. Her face was a flushed mask of tears and makeup, her mascara and lipstick a smudged mess, her jaw hanging open in a silent wail. “Dishevelled” didn’t begin to cover the state of her once-sleek hair, and her chest heaved as she let out a great sob…

Oh fuck, she’s actually crying!

Shocked by the sight, David hesitated…

Asal Elahi’s bare foot flew backwards, wrenching itself free of his grasp, before slamming into the centre of his chest like a piston. The sheer force of the kick sent him spinning into a backward roll over the arm of the couch, crashing onto a brass side table and down onto the floor, winded and gasping. A few yards away, Asal slowly slid off the couch herself, collapsing in a tangle of limbs, sweat and tears. Poleaxed and panting, each of them lay motionless on the office floor, scarcely able to believe what had just transpired…

[hannahg365]

I watch this ler all the time and he is one of the best! I can’t remember his name but there are several videos of him tickling various lees.

So teasy and merciless throughout the entire thing!

[hannahg365]

[hannahg365]

Spread eagle for as long as i fancy sounds good or i could just pin you down instead

Why u trying to fluster me

Both of course