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frenchler

Don't you like my little pokes on your tummy ? These are soft touches don't overreact please 😇

talltampatickledom

masteroftickles

I've had more victims safe word from this spot than any other on a lees body

definetlynotalee

I can guess why

ticklishcherry

you can also sit on my ankles and trace the backs of my knees until i can’t think

tklslut

need to be wrestled and pinned and handled and held. need to struggle and fight but never win and always get put back in my place. need to be controlled. need to be helpless.

gingerrgiggles

talltampatickledom

Hey so…

I’m normally pretty decent at chronicling sessions and giving detailed accounts of the torture I endure. But I had a session that like rewired my brain?? I did get told that I’m impossible to make safe word and that I can handle a lot for a long time so I will be taking that on with pride. However, I do need to amend my previous statement about wanting to experience 2 lers…I would absolutely pass out and die and not be able to carry on 😅 especially if it were 2 lers who knew my body well and knew all my hidden gems of spots and the techniques to drive me crazy. So maybe I would be down for 2 lers who have never sessioned with me before so it’s a more even playing field?? Idk, still working the kinks out. My brain is rather mushy, still😬

#damn #tickling #tickling community #ticklish #I’m pretty tough but that was something else #what a time

gentlemantickler

I know... its rough, isn't it?

karasmiles-deactivated20241123

thechaosthatensues

the way i instantly drew my legs up just watching this💀

famejume

This is so cute lol

frantictrophies

There is something so intoxicating about the idea of my arms being tied to both headrests in the back of a car. The sound of the rope being pulled tighter, the way my posture improves as my wingspan is stretched, awaiting the hands that will inevitably ruin me. The nervous smile that creeps on my face as my ler gently teases my knees, staring at me while he builds suspense. The soft giggle that escapes my mouth as he drags his nails softly down my calves and shins, leading me to think my feet will be next. Except he doesn’t go there just yet. He teases me with his slow decent, lightly dragging his fingernails down the length of my shins while I scream and tense up. Then, when he’s got me worked up and frantic, he goes to the feet. But instead of a spider tickle, he takes one foot and holds it tight while he digs his fingers under my toes. He commands me to relax my foot and I fight hard not to. So, he takes his hand to the heel of my foot and brings all his fingers together to then sprawl them out across my heel in a slow manor. It’s incredibly effective and sends my giggles into a laughter and my good posture out the window while I try to yank my foot from him. He continues this until my laughs sound more panicked. In his sick mind, his version of being nice and slowing things down is to move to my upper body.

He goes for my wrists, tormenting me for having such sensitive forearms that are easily more ticklish than my actual armpits. I’m losing the fight I was never meant to win. My laugh is sounding less cute and more worried because he shows no signs of stopping. I’m pleading for him to move somewhere else so he indulges and goes to my neck. Tickling all along my collarbone and working his way up to my neck. This drives me crazy, of course, and he is delighted by how little he has to do to get me to lose my mind. He squeezes all along my arms and chest and finds some good spots that surprise him and me with my reaction of a silent laugh without breath for over 10 seconds.

Now he promises an actual break for me to catch my breath. My head flops back and my arms are still stretched. He decides to lightly trace my nipples while letting me breathe because of course he has to find a way to shorten my break. I flinch and smile, he picks up speed and tickles both nipples. I start moving around and trying to escape, though I have nowhere to go. He lifts my shirt and bra, and lightly teases my hard nipples oh so gently but that doesn’t stop the giggles. It tickles more than I expect and I don’t know what to do or how to contain myself. He stays there for what seems like hours, commenting on how it’s hard to go somewhere else after you’ve taken someone’s shirt off. My boobs are apparently a bit distracting. I start to plead again, asking for him to move to another spot. Crying that I can’t take it, it tickles too much, I promise I can’t handle it. This only makes him stay longer. The more he tickles, the more I panic. He eventually switches up his technique and I’d almost be thankful except it initiates a new sound from me. I have a guttural scream that leaves my mouth as he rolls my nipples around with more pressure. At this point they are so sensitive and so raw. I’m truly losing my cool, if I ever had it. He can tell my mind is gone and he puts one nipple in his mouth to enjoy the soft swirl of his tongue around my nipple, arguably the more sensitive part. His other hand gently caresses the free nipple and occasionally tickles it. I’m caught between a moan and a laugh and he loves that I don’t know which sound to make. He removes his mouth only to tease me about the joys of being platonic tickle buddies, melting my mind and ruining my underwear with each revolution around my nipple.

The pleasure ends and he leaves my boobs visible while he tickles my sides and watches them bounce around as I cackle and continue to freak out. He finishes the session by releasing my arms and then letting me lay across his lap, where he taunts me with potential hip tickles and pokes. Then, he lifts my arms to continue to torment my raw nipples and elicit more insane noises while I lay there writhing and enjoying my torture.

Something really intoxicating about the idea of all of this…

#tickling community #tickling #ticklish #session #car session

New pfp is very pretty :)

Ty :)