“I think that’s my favorite thing you’ve ever done”
My arms were tied in a very wide Y, nearly a T. He cuddled next to my left side, resting his head against mine over my left arm. His leg over both of mine, keeping mine pinned. His right arm was draped around and above my head. His hand gently stroked and played with my hair while simultaneously keeping my head from turning away from his lips against my ear, which alternated between ticklishly nibbling and whispering my ultimate tease weakness
Tickle. Tickle. Tickle.
His left hand never left my right armpit. Fingernails, fingertips, or the new feathery tool. Tracing, swirling, stroking, dancing, skittering, teasing. Never stopping.
I lost all coherent thoughts. All I could think of was how much it tickled. I have no idea how long we stayed that way. 5 minutes? 20 minutes? Everything about it, his closeness, his teasing, his right handed loving gentleness, his left handed perfect skillfulness. All of it together was my ultimate dream. Nothing has ever tickled like that.
When he finally stopped to let me breathe, I tried to speak, to tell him how much I loved it. Instead, for nearly two minutes, all that came out of my mouth was “ I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I t-think, I, I, I, I, I, I…” as my brain tried to piece itself back together again. He held me safely and helped me get my breathing back to normal until I could tell him just how perfect it was. “I think that’s my favorite thing you’ve ever done”
and after a minute of smiling and looking at me, he said
Well if it’s your favorite…
The best session I’ve ever had
