right now I'm thinking of you, naked, stretched spread eagle, face-up on the bed, except I'm underneath you, naked too. When I got underneath you it pulled your body extra taut. Now my head is next to your hooded head and my legs are intertwined with yours.
I'm reaching around you to tickle your lubed-up belly, sides, ribs, pits, tits. As I do, my cock gets hard, and its tip is pushing against your vulva. I tickle harder and thrust up into you. You're doing your usual scream-moan thing. Which makes me harder. Which makes me tickle harder and thrust more violently
I know exactly what you're thinking about. I shared a story with you once, a tickle hell story, and you were obsessed with it. In the story, a damned girl is pursued by gangs of these 6-armed ape creatures. When they catch her, as they always do, they hold her down, tickle her brutally, and take turns raping her. I'm your ape now, and you're in my hell. You know I don't show mercy. You're my tickle meat, just flesh to tickle and holes to fuck.
You laugh and scream and thrash uselessly.