Everyone seems to think tickling is about the big things. “Oh, I’m gonna tie you up and tickle your tummy and you’re gonna scream!”
But truly, it’s all in the little things, isn’t it?
It’s the little pokes and prods out of nowhere
It’s a hand just RESTING on that sensitive spot while you try to focus on everything but just that
It’s how they get you alone for just a moment and you feel light fingers barely tracing up the back of your neck
It’s their hands resting on the space just above your waist with a murmur of “sure you aren’t nervous?”
It’s the chill down your back as they trace their fingers up so slowly that you can’t think of anything else
It’s the pins-and-needles breath in that hollow above your collarbone
It’s the fingers tracing up your leg
And it’s the moment of silence when they finally get you alone, all alone, and there’s no interruptions. And they’ve been teasing and threatening for an hour now. And they have you sitting down on their bed as they stand, looming over you. It’s the twitch of their fingers.
It’s the moment when you know so deeply and truly in your mind that you are fucked
Then again, doesn’t that make the next hours of relief much more gratifying?
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On a totally totally unrelated note, I had a fucking GREAT week
Best things ever. ❤
