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There are probably some back ticklish lees out there I’ve been neglecting.

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If only I could find a woman that needs this kind of punishment 😈

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.............the sides and ribs kinda rock. ❤️

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The Night the Stars Went Out

‘So, it says here that a £50 pair of binoculars is strong enough to see craters on the moon and….. and the couple in the next street having sex on the kitchen table…’

Your friends fall about laughing at your poor mate who’s been trying to engage us all in intellectual conversations about the stars, but has actually just found some half-hearted constellation quiz online. He blushes and sits down, returning to his drink and picking at the grass. I look around and amongst the gang of giggly mates I meet your gaze. You smile, roll your eyes at your goofy mates and I can’t help but smile back at your cute nerdy little face. Stargazing, pfft- How adorable can you get?? I can’t help but wonder if anything else is on your mind…

The night is soft and warm and fuzzy, the sort of evening when everything hangs in perfect balance… and yet the spontaneity is hovering in the air. As if everything could change within a split second.

She’s wearing that cute little top you like with her pretty white skirt. Her little nylon clad toes playing about with her little sequined ballet pumps. The way those soft soles rub against each other, just makes you remember quite how sensitive those soles can be… your mind wanders back to the times you’ve fully explored quite those sensitive soles can be. Well, not just the soles… the curves the shape that soft skin… that little sneaky spot you can see as she stretches her arms above her head and her top rises up past her middle…

Wait.

She’s doing this on purpose.

That’s what that smile means! She wriggles her toes once last time, giggling with your friend- YOUR FRIEND-but all the time staring at you. You pull out your phone and type furiously. If she doesn’t quit it soon….

‘…I mean I wasn’t THAT good at the piano but…’ Your text interrupts my conversation.

*Don’t you fucking dare*

I don’t need to see it’s from you. I smile at my phone and look up to you. Seeing your frustrated glare I tilt my head with that little smirk I love to tease you with… I playfully poke your mate and he jumps back. He gives me a soft jab in the ribs and I dissolve and melt into giggles wriggling away. Your mate might be an amateur but he’s not stupid. ‘Ohhh someone’s ticklish!’ He grins and advances towards me. I blush for about 6 different reasons as I giggle ‘No! Hehe no I’m not ticklish…hehe wait! Don’t come any closer!’ Even through my own teasy torment there’s only one person I’m looking at and that’s you- Daring you to make your move. I did warn you that bringing me to meet your mates might not be the best Idea… 😝

What the fuck were you thinking bringing her here? You watch on in ticklish agony at her submitting herself to somebody else, somebody who simply can’t appreciate what kind of ticklish wonder he’s about to discover. He’s using his hands all wrong, she’s easily able to get away, he needs to hold her! You go to move forward, to take control to get at her the way you know she craves…

‘There you go- That one was spotted in conjunction with the ledged of Prometheus…’ You turn your head- he’s talking about the stars. The stars you came to see. The flippin’ dots in the sky you are spending your evening with… You look back at her. She’s stopped giggling and your mate is texting, so you catch her eye. The sparkle in those eyes, the glow in her cheeks, the way she nibbles her bottom lip… You keep her gaze and mouth very slowly and deliberately ‘One…more…time…’

One more time… Hmmm I ponder the consequences of my actions for a mere second. Keeping you on the edge after all this time, making you squirm making YOU desperate… what a delicious feeling. My skin crawls just imagining what you might do to me if I don’t stop soon…

Quick as a flash I grab your mate’s phone. I giggle and my little pumps ‘accidentally’ slip from my nylon clad soles. I hold the phone high above my head, my top rising up once again, my ticklish tummy exposed and not to mention my helpless underarms…

‘Hehe you’ll never get this back!! Now just who were you texting??’ I lock my gaze with you… my breath quickening… I’m dimly aware of your mate mentioning something about he’ll find a way, I’m dimly aware of him getting closer and closer to me, I’m DIMLY aware of his un-trained fingers wriggling closer and closer to my terrifyingly ticklish skin… but you are the only person I’m watching and waiting for is you…

Snap.

That’s it. She’s done it. It takes less than two strides for you to be standing above her. The phone is back in your mate’s hand within seconds and she’s in your arms in less than that. ‘Hey where are you going??’ - You mutter something about leaving your telescope in the car- not to worry about it, don’t wait up. It’s easy to carry her, despite her best efforts to get down. Either she’s not trying very hard, or she’s a lot weaker than you thought… You stride across the park, walking with purpose as she pounds at your back, whispers in your ear how it was your mate who tickled her first, and cooing at you, ‘Why didn’t you join in?? Didn’t you want to play the game!! Hehe…’ You set her down, back against the car door, sudden and cold. A wrist in each hand you easily pin her against the car your weight keeping her hips still and feeling overpowered she stops fighting. Her hair is a mess, haven fallen about her face in the fight to escape, but it slowly clears as she lifts her chin to face you, one curl at a time… Your gaze has something different about it to usual. In all the time I’ve known you I’ve never seen this before. A sort of desperation, a silent beg… I remember back to the playfights, the late night chats, the movie nights… to when you teased me for being ticklish and exploited my weakness until I was the one begging. And yet through all of that… this is something new… ‘Hehe…. I… I got you good right??’ Even you can hide a smile then. You bundle me into the car and I breathlessly await any sort of reply. I can barely keep still, wriggling and squirming in my seat, the seatbelt itself almost a tease. You keep your eyes on the road and I try to keep my vision away from your fingertips… Toes curling fists clenching I ask again… ‘ So… So I…’ ‘Yes’ Your voice almost makes me jump after so much silence. You sigh, ‘Yes you got me.’ I nibble my lower lip and return to gazing out of the window. Heart pounding as I recognise the drive we’re about to turn into. You feel her every squirm and twitch on that agonising journey. By the time you reach home you’re more than ready to pin her down there and then, but you make yourself do this properly.  Breathing in your own frustrations you get out of the car and open her door… take her hand and lead her inside, one hand firmly on her waist. She’s not going anywhere. You take her past the kitchen where you’ve giggled away baking together, past the living room where you’ve spent many an afternoon passing the time with facebook, twitter and other nonsensical items… You take her up the stairs where you’ve played like kids making each other jump… up to your room. Usually that’s where she would start taking the mick out of your posters, old books or poor music choice… but this is a totally different ball game. Pulling her to the bed you lay her down, pillow under her head, straddling her waist and you pin each wrist above her. Leaning in close you can feel her shallow breath, notice her skin prickling her chest rising and falling slower than ever. You take a moment to drink her helplessness in, her exposed upper body her weak limbs her round glossy eyes just as cute as the night you met her. For a moment you forget everything, her very ticklishness totally entrancing… but it doesn’t last very long.

I can’t focus on anything apart from you and your fingertips… it’s as if everything else is a blur. Why can’t I see what you’re reaching for? Why can’t I see what you’re doing?? Suddenly I don’t even have that choice as with a final wink you cover my eyes with that silk scarf you say you bought for someone’s birthday, but I know you really bought it for me. With one sense lost, my others are on hyper alert as I listen and feel for your every movement… your every touch becomes ten times more important and to feel your breath on my cheek as you tie my hands to the head board… it’s almost unbearable. I call out ‘Wait!’.. and it all stops. I can’t even begin to understand what’s going on inside my head but I feel you close once more, feel you whisper into my ear so sweetly… ‘If you want it to stop… say stop…’ She squirms in her bonds beneath you, even to hear her struggle is music to your ears. You take time securing her ankles… taking time to soothe and stroke those hyper sensitive feet in their beautiful black nylon. The sensitivity is blatant, as with every move you make she reacts. The beautiful body is on hyper alert in the most incredible way possible… and all right at your finger tips. And finally you are ready to take your turn at this terrible teasing game.

‘So you thought you could get one over on me huh?’ You finger tips just trace from ankle to mid calf, but she jumps and squeals like you’ve electrocuted her. Brilliant. The feeling of your finger tips on that softer than soft fabric, translated to tickles that are crueller than cruel…

'You thought you could make me blush.. in front of MY FRIENDS' You aren’t so merciful this time… scraping all ten finger tips down those ticklish inner thighs. The way her whole body convulses at your single touch… 

'You thought wrong cutie’

Your fingers laze their way down to one of your favourite targets… her beautiful soles.. looking so god dam sexy in these tights you can barely handle it. You indulge in tickling each soles slowly from heel to toe… inch by inch… fully aware she is feeling every SINGLE tickle ten fold… 'Because all you’ve done… ’ you continue as you tickle as she wriggles and giggles beneath you… 'Is successfully make me so desperate to tickle you… ’ Her toes curl deliciously ’…That I might actually never stop this time…’ She starts to whine and beg something behind you, you stretch a single sole out and tickle under the toes through that wonderful delicate fabric and her hips buck wildly. She may be uttering something of an apology… but you’re a little busy to notice. In the dark terrifyingly ticklish world of my mind I scream. Scream at every touch because it tickles, scream at every sound because it teases, and scream at every word you say because its just so torturous to listen to. Already regretting the decision to wear nylons and at the same time vowing to NEVER take them off again I beg to you. 'PLEASE! I’m so hhhhahhheeheh sorry im SORRY!! I mean it i AM!’ In the darkness I thrash wildly, which in the reality of my bonds is hardly a flinch, but I soon discover that whats even more terrifying than the tickles never ceasing… Is when the tickles stop all together. I wait in the dark, listening and waiting. Already I can feel every nerve cell in my body sparkle with sensitivity… 'Please…’ When your finger tips trace her underarms she screams before dissolving into uncontrollable giggles.  This girl is so ticklish it’s unbelievable , the way her body convulses at even one touch… with all ten fingers tracing shapes and patterns into her ticklish hollows this much be torture for her… and nothing is gonna make you stop. You take great delight in discovering how ticklish her sides are, her chest and of course that adorable stomach shes been teasing you with all night… that needs LOTS of attention… Her moans and constant laughter only spur you on, supported by her begging for your mercy… 'It’s too late!’ You exclaim, laughing yourself and taking to dragging your fingertips cruelly across her waist line… 'It’s HOURS too late… you should have realised what you started… I’m gonna tickle you until the fucking stars have gone out…. ’

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My fantasy exactly …

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What a soft and delicate belly 🖤 all lees deserve this treatment 😋

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Decided to highlight all of my most sensitive tickle spots for you guys (from the front)! There’s quite a few ;)

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The Ticklish Abs 🍫

A devious thought that keeps popping into my head whenever I see this gif. Imagine your cute, deathly ticklish friend says they wanna tighten up their core for the summer. You volunteer to help and convince them to trust you to wrap them up completely making them of no help to themselves. They ask what the hell you’re doing. “Didn’t you say you want to tone you’re core?” You ask them. They’re even more confused when you peel away the wrap that covers only their tummy, leaving exactly their mid section exposed😌

Everywhere else on their body is warm but they can feel change of temperature on their vulnerable little tummy. You begin to warm them up, priming them by stroking your fingers over their freakishly sensitive belly and they immediately jerk as far back as their imaginations allows them to believe that they can go, as they are securely wrapped in place. With desperation in their eyes the begging and pleasing begins, all falling on deaf ears. A toned tummy you want, a toned tummy I shall deliver. And as if made into an art, you begin to dig deep into the depths of their soft, nerve riddled tummy. Digging, probing, kneading, and stimulating every possible strand of muscle fiber that laid dormant in their core. Their laughing is fever pitch, hysterics. Tears in their eyes they holler, scream and convulse.

But this is perfect, the method is working. They’re burning so many calories while engaging their core muscles like never before every time they laugh or scream or BEG from the depths of their lungs 😩

You keep them in this state for a month, feeding them on the proper diet, high protein, low carbs, lots of veggies and lemon water. Forcing them back into their restraints for four hours each day, two in the morning and two In the evening.

The mind melting tickling at the end of the first week would begin to be targeted. Focusing on even one ab at a time. “I forgot to ask, do you want a six or eight pack?” In their delirious state they made the mistake to answer “eight🥴”. Perfect 😌… Each of the eight desired ab muscles got two target hours of pure unrestrained muscle developing tickling. Destroy muscle fibers, filling them with blood then allowing it to heal wile another ab gets the very same treatment. ☺️☺️☺️

An entire month of conditioning passed and the abs began to pop perfectly and form so beautifully 😍✨ Just a few final touches to make her right as rain. LOOK AT THEM, I’m so proud 🥹🥹🥹 … and for all her suffering she looks soo happy doesn’t she???🥹

Unfortunately, there was an unexpected side effect of this form of deep tissue muscle stimulation😳. Though the goal was accomplished and their abs were formed neatly and tightly, due the constant stimulation of the muscle fibers the tissue and nerves have somehow remembered and and retained the very sensation which brought them to be in the first place YIKES 😳!!!!

This means *GULPS* now that the abs have been formed, any use of them in core engagement, delivers the same overwhelming, torturous tickle sensation😭😭😭. If they breathe, cough, twist, sit up or even FLEX their hard earned abs it delivers such a ticklish jolt that they immediately cease movement 😭😭… They’ve been TRAPPED, tickled to get muscles, that will now tickle them on their own… forever.💋🫦☺️💕😘💦❤️👅

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Reaction when he gets to her sides.

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I’ve really been craving a tag team belly button tickle session 😍 double the hands, double the teasing 😈 can anyone else relate?

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"Tummy Trouble"

"Well now, look at what you've gotten yourself into~ I know you were having *so* much fun being the adorable tease you are, but fluster me one too many times, and you're about to find out what you'll get for it~ Now, I know sometimes you struggle with self-image sweetie, so what we're gonna do today, is I'm gonna tickle *alllllll* over your gorgeous lil midriff until you admit to me that you're cute, m'kay~? ...I see you trying to keep your lips tight shut. See now... The more you try to resist, the more tickling this cute lil belly of yours is gonna get, hm~? No~? Well, alright then, prepare yourself my dear, I think a lil tummy tickle workout is in order~"

"See~? Look at that cute smiiiiile~! 💕 Those gorgeous giggles just streaming right out of you, your adorable lil tummy just *helpless* to my nails' ticklish onslaught, I mean really cutie, you might as well admit how cute you are already, unless of course, you're enjoying this lil bit of tickle torture aren't you~? In which case, let me turn it up a lil for you darling, I think I need to be more... persuasive~"

"Theeeeere we go~ 💕 My nails just needed to dig just that tiiiiny bit more into this helpless ticklish lil belly~ God I love all the adorable ticklish reactions you make~ 💕 Your squeals, your snorts, your squeaks, your cackles, your belly laugh, your *begging~* 💕 Hm~? "Stop!"? Hmmmm... No~💕 "Please!"? That's not the safeworddd~ "Not there!" Oh, you mean this spot riiiiight *here*? "It tickles!"? Oh sweetheart, it's supposed to~! Now admit it~"

"Well now! That was a fun few hours on-and-off wasn't it~💕 You know, you could've admitted sooner, but, I think you just wanted to hold out and see how long you could last couldn't you~💕 Awh, look at you! You're practically glistening! A little bit of sweat from that lil tummy tickle workout maybe? Or was it the baby oil? Or maybe both~? Maybe next time you'll think twice about teasing me with your *undeniably cute* tummy, otherwise, you might just find yourself here again, and you wouldn't want that~ Would you~? 💕"

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Too sensitive.

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Can anyone recommend some good accounts/forums for m/f tickling content mainly belly/midsection focused?

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Nowhere to hide and nothing to do but giggle, her fate was sealed the second she gave in...

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She starts laughing before the tickling even starts!

If you love upper thighs, you’ll love this.

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Tummies are the best tickle spot.

Why would I say something so outlandish and so controversial you might ask? Well, let me tell you.

Let's just start out with the belly itself, aside from tickling. Who doesn't love the aesthetic of a belly? They come in so many different shapes and sizes! No two tummies are the same. There's shredded abs, toned tummies, soft tummies, chubby tummies, and the list goes on!

The best part is that every difference that a tummy has makes the tickling experience more unique. Are you tickling a girl with abs? Trace her abs with your fingernail and verbally tease her. Tell her that she deserves this tickle torture for having such nice abs. Watch the panic in her face as she laughs and her beautiful belly muscles contract and try to defend themselves.

What about the opposite side of the spectrum? Have a girl with some meat on her bones? Time to enjoy it! Chubbier tummies feel like heaven. Between the silky smooth texture and the way your fingernails will just sink into their skin, they're incredible too! And don't get me started on stretch marks, it's almost like they are begging to be tickled! You can tease her as well! Tell her she deserves this tickle torture for having such a soft and squishy belly, all the while dancing your fingers across it like you're masterfully playing a piano. Seeing a chubby tummy jiggle and suck in to attempt to escape tickles is an all time favorite of mine.

We haven't even gotten started on methods! There are so many methods to torture a beautiful tummy with. If you want to use your hands, tracing your fingernails across the most sensitive spots of the lee will surely be enough to draw a reaction. Want something more intense? Kneading different areas of the tummy like you're kneading dough will surely give you an adequate reaction. What about good ole classic spider tickles? Have some of those thrown in to reduce a ticklish tummy to tears. And don't get me started on mouth tickles. Tummies are the perfect spot for licking, nibbling, and full on raspberries.

What about tools though? No tickle session should happen without tools! Luckily for us, the belly is a wide and highly exposed spot that is perfect for all kinds of tools. Want to use an electric toothbrush? What about an electric flosser? Maybe even the classic feather? All tools make for a fun and exciting session. And don't forget how much helpless and vulnerable bellies love being covered in oil.

Finally, let's go over spots. The belly is composed and surrounded by so many unique spots. It has a spot for everyone to love! One of my personal favorites is the lower belly or waistline. This ridiculously soft and sensitive area is bound to make any helpless lee go mad from tickling. The sides are another amazing spot that are simply so enticing to poke and squeeze. And how could I forget about the belly button? This little dark abyss of sensitivity and ticklishness should never be ignored. It's just begging for your fingernail!

Overall, in my opinion I believe ticklish bellies were made to be tickled, no exception. So if you or someone you know has a ticklish tummy, make sure that it is given the treatment that it was made for.