Mrs. Laura Barton

@mrs-laura-barton

A (tickle) roleplay blog.

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Clint was laying on the couch fast asleep. His feet bare and up on the arm of the couch. Arms up and behind his head and his shirt ridden up. He fell asleep watching Laura's favorite movie. Robin hood. He'd been at home the past few days getting rest and Laura had been away. He'd missed her so much he was wearing the tickle here shirt that circled his armpits. And laying around him was her claws, feathers, toothbrushes, brushes, oil, the boots, restraints and their favorite snacks.

Laura walked in, chuckling upon seeing her husband in such a position. He was simple too cute for words! She snuck up on him, pausing a moment before digging her fingers into his exposed armpits.

Clint dreaming of when Laura came home woke up with a start. His hands came flying down.

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Laura drilled into his armpits, smiling down at him. “Hello sweetie!”

Clint was laying on the couch fast asleep. His feet bare and up on the arm of the couch. Arms up and behind his head and his shirt ridden up. He fell asleep watching Laura's favorite movie. Robin hood. He'd been at home the past few days getting rest and Laura had been away. He'd missed her so much he was wearing the tickle here shirt that circled his armpits. And laying around him was her claws, feathers, toothbrushes, brushes, oil, the boots, restraints and their favorite snacks.

Laura walked in, chuckling upon seeing her husband in such a position. He was simple too cute for words! She snuck up on him, pausing a moment before digging her fingers into his exposed armpits.

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

“TRRUHUUUHUUUHUUUUTH!” He cried out bouncing his hips and trying to twist as he yelled and screamed his squeals so high pitched they didn’t always make a sound. And we’re very squeaky.

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Laura’s fingers continued their attack on the little sweets spots as she ducked down, gnawing at his neck.

Clint was in absolute bliss and torture. He couldn’t speak. Just laugh and scream. And twist and thrash. He couldn’t pull his arms down no matter how hard he tugged.

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Laura’s fingers scribbled down to his ribs, scratching between each one. “Did I mention that this oil makes you more and more ticklish as time goes on?’

Clint shook his head laughing hard. But he was able to breathe just a touch easier now. He could already tell that what she said was true. Or at least he thought it was true.

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Laura pulled back, giving him a break.

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

“TRRUHUUUHUUUHUUUUTH!” He cried out bouncing his hips and trying to twist as he yelled and screamed his squeals so high pitched they didn’t always make a sound. And we’re very squeaky.

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Laura’s fingers continued their attack on the little sweets spots as she ducked down, gnawing at his neck.

Clint was in absolute bliss and torture. He couldn’t speak. Just laugh and scream. And twist and thrash. He couldn’t pull his arms down no matter how hard he tugged.

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Laura’s fingers scribbled down to his ribs, scratching between each one. “Did I mention that this oil makes you more and more ticklish as time goes on?’

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

“TRRUHUUUHUUUHUUUUTH!” He cried out bouncing his hips and trying to twist as he yelled and screamed his squeals so high pitched they didn’t always make a sound. And we’re very squeaky.

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Laura’s fingers continued their attack on the little sweets spots as she ducked down, gnawing at his neck.

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

Her husband nodded his head. And blushed.

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Laura’s fingers suddenly dug into his exposed, newly oiled, armpits. “Then I won’t feel bad at all for tickle, tickle, tickling these ticklish little armpits!”

Clint screeched and he pulled at his arms before his legs came up to try to do something. “NOOHOOOHOOOHOOO. I’M SOHOOORRY!”

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“It’s too late for sorry. You said I was mean, so I’m going to be mean.” Laura’s nails scratched ruthlessly at the ticklish skin.

“YOOHOOHOOU AHAAHAARE!” The poor flustered archer cried.

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“Wrong words, sweetie.” Laura drilled her thumbs into the spots just below his armpits.

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

Her husband nodded his head. And blushed.

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Laura’s fingers suddenly dug into his exposed, newly oiled, armpits. “Then I won’t feel bad at all for tickle, tickle, tickling these ticklish little armpits!”

Clint screeched and he pulled at his arms before his legs came up to try to do something. “NOOHOOOHOOOHOOO. I’M SOHOOORRY!”

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“It’s too late for sorry. You said I was mean, so I’m going to be mean.” Laura’s nails scratched ruthlessly at the ticklish skin.

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

Her husband nodded his head. And blushed.

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Laura’s fingers suddenly dug into his exposed, newly oiled, armpits. “Then I won’t feel bad at all for tickle, tickle, tickling these ticklish little armpits!”

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

Clint screamed and hollered and kicked. And tugged. His head turning from side to side.

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Laura pulled began, securing his wrists to the bed with cuffs and slipping the blindfold over his eyes. “Well, it’s time to start the warm up!”

“THE WARM UP?! WHAT WAS THAT?!” Laura’s insanely ticklish husband wailed. Tugging at his arms.

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“Oh, that was just me wanting to tickle you.” Laura teased. He could feel her starting to rub the oil into his torso.

Clint squirmed and huffed. “Meany”

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Laura smirked. “Oh, I’m mean?” She growled playfully.

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

Clint screamed and hollered and kicked. And tugged. His head turning from side to side.

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Laura pulled began, securing his wrists to the bed with cuffs and slipping the blindfold over his eyes. “Well, it’s time to start the warm up!”

“THE WARM UP?! WHAT WAS THAT?!” Laura’s insanely ticklish husband wailed. Tugging at his arms.

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“Oh, that was just me wanting to tickle you.” Laura teased. He could feel her starting to rub the oil into his torso.

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

Clint screamed and hollered and kicked. And tugged. His head turning from side to side.

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Laura pulled began, securing his wrists to the bed with cuffs and slipping the blindfold over his eyes. “Well, it’s time to start the warm up!”

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

Clint let out a scream and bucked his hips. His arms came crashing down and the laughter was unlocked.

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“Listen to you, already laughing so hard.” Laura cooed, drilling into his armpits as she blew raspberry after raspberry into his belly button.

“LAAHAAAAHAAAAAAAURA! NOHOOOHOOOOOOOOO!” Clint thrashed around laughing hysterically. Completely caught by surprise

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Laura grabbed his left arm, hoisting it over his head and blowing a raspberry into the exposed hollow.

The poor ticklish archer tried desperately to flip over. And pull his arm down.

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Laura continued, blowing raspberries repeatedly into that armpit before switching to the other, giving it the same treatment.

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

Clint let out a scream and bucked his hips. His arms came crashing down and the laughter was unlocked.

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“Listen to you, already laughing so hard.” Laura cooed, drilling into his armpits as she blew raspberry after raspberry into his belly button.

“LAAHAAAAHAAAAAAAURA! NOHOOOHOOOOOOOOO!” Clint thrashed around laughing hysterically. Completely caught by surprise

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Laura grabbed his left arm, hoisting it over his head and blowing a raspberry into the exposed hollow.

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

Clint let out a scream and bucked his hips. His arms came crashing down and the laughter was unlocked.

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“Listen to you, already laughing so hard.” Laura cooed, drilling into his armpits as she blew raspberry after raspberry into his belly button.

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

“TWO MONTHS?! Laura please! They’re already not tickling me at work. I won’t survive if you don’t too!”

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Laura hummed thoughtfully. “Well, I might be convinced to let you off the hook…if you let me wreck you to tears.” She teased.

Clint didn’t waste a moment. “Deal!”

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Laura dragged her husband to the bedroom. “Oh, did I mention I would be using the oil and blindfold too?”

“What?!” He squeaked

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“No backing out now! We had a deal.” Laura winked, pinning him to the bed and tugging up his shirt, beginning to gnaw at his exposed tummy.

Clint whined before it was cut off by squeaks and giggles. He was surprised at how fast she moved. “waaahaaaahait!”

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“Nope, no waiting!” Laura blew a massive raspberry into his belly button, her fingers attacking his exposed armpits.

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

“TWO MONTHS?! Laura please! They’re already not tickling me at work. I won’t survive if you don’t too!”

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Laura hummed thoughtfully. “Well, I might be convinced to let you off the hook…if you let me wreck you to tears.” She teased.

Clint didn’t waste a moment. “Deal!”

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Laura dragged her husband to the bedroom. “Oh, did I mention I would be using the oil and blindfold too?”

“What?!” He squeaked

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“No backing out now! We had a deal.” Laura winked, pinning him to the bed and tugging up his shirt, beginning to gnaw at his exposed tummy.

"Coochie coochie coooo!" This text came to Clint in the middle of a meeting

Clint sighed for like the fifteenth time in the meeting. Jumping slightly when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it. His face immediately heated up. And he snapped his phone down and his head up looking around. Texting back. “Laura! I’m in a meeting!”

“TWO MONTHS?! Laura please! They’re already not tickling me at work. I won’t survive if you don’t too!”

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Laura hummed thoughtfully. “Well, I might be convinced to let you off the hook…if you let me wreck you to tears.” She teased.

Clint didn’t waste a moment. “Deal!”

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Laura dragged her husband to the bedroom. “Oh, did I mention I would be using the oil and blindfold too?”

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