Time to lay down the law: If you kiss me for more than 2 seconds then I am going to tickle you...
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Time to lay down the law: If you kiss me for more than 2 seconds then I am going to tickle you...
Will never get over this 😂
Legendary Cuteness!
This new tickle documentary is actually bothering me tbh... The media is blowing up how creepy tickle kinks are and I feel like I just started to accept this fetish of mine that I have literally spent my whole life being ashamed of only to have it thrown back as a "perverse odd sex act" how did you come to terms with it? And have you seen the articles on this movie?
wow… tbh this isn’t all surprising tho. i kinda expected this when I heard about the documentary to begin with uhg. i haven’t read any articles about it tho, but i can tell just by what ur saying that this is gonna be really harmful to some of us (u and me def.) who have been working for years to become comfortable and unashamed about this thing that we love so much. I personally am not even gonna watch or acknowledge it and pretend like it’s not even a thing that exists lol
This is something I’ve also been coming to terms with recently. I regularly search “tickling” on reddit, and there are quite a few threads with people talking about how they have been terrorized with tickling and truly hate it, or other people who find it a genuine problem in their sex lives because one of the partners is too ticklish to enjoy certain intimate situations. As a result it’s been hard for me to accept that so many people would just be horribly turned off if I tried to get them to join in some innocent tickle fun.
And then of course there are people who will just find it too weird or even, ironically, laughable. As tough as it might be to say, I think it’s better to accept that there are going to be people in the world that will feel this way, even maybe people who you like and are friends with. Sometimes it’ll simply be a matter of the fact that they haven’t been exposed to the idea or that they have very vanilla tastes. And of course the ones who’ve never had any tickle experiences, or only had negative ones, will have a bit of trouble relating to this proclivity at all.
But I don’t think that means that I have to be ashamed of my feelings! I just need to be aware that tickling isn’t for everyone, and it’s not an interest that just anyone can understand. But to me that also makes it something special, and maybe even more refined in some ways than “normal” pursuits. I don’t think I need to strive to be normal at all times, in all ways, and I especially don’t have to be universally acceptable. It all just becomes that much more meaningful when I do finally find someone who appreciates and shares in my love of tickling. Being able to connect with another person like that, even just through a wonderful online community like this, is truly magical. And each time it happens I count myself incredibly lucky.
I have been having this recurring tickle fantasy... My hands are tied together to the foot of my bed. But I’m not in the bed, I’m on the floor next to it on my knees. I’m almost in a praying position, but I can’t focus at all because I know what’s about to happen: my ler is coming up behind me. “This is going to be fun,” they say. I can turn my head and barely see them, but I’m fully helpless, unable to move away or cover myself. “You can’t do this to me, you don’t know how *insanely* ticklish I am,” I playfully beg through nervous giggles. But they ignore my pleas. Now I’m frozen with suspense. I know all their fingers are about to totally dig in to my worst tickle spots, but I cannot see them coming at all. And my back, sides, underarms, and feet are all completely exposed and within easy reach. “Oh gawwdd,” I whisper. All I can do is squirm and laugh my head off when the ticklish feeling finally explodes into my brain. No matter how much I was prepared for it and no matter how many times I’ve been tickled before, I’m thrown once again into that mad state of helplessness. I reflexively curl up trying feebly to protect myself the slightest bit... as if I even could or want to. Within seconds the tickling takes me over, and I’m submerged in my ler’s overwhelming touch like a blanket of wild sensations. It’s beautiful. ...the fantasy ends there. I could imagine a further story, but these are the images that keep coming to me like a vision. I wonder why these particular moments have repeatedly captured my imagination, and I think that there is actually just one part that’s truly striking to me: I can’t see my ler very well and they don’t say much at all; I can really barely tell who it is. But even so, I can easily tell with each and every teasing touch that they are, just as much as I, loving every single second of it.
-JP
Movie Theater Tickling - Part 2
Continued from Part 1 The following story is true (for the most part).
For several moments I could not move, speak, or think. My heart was beating faster and my head was racing. Everything else around us faded, and all of my senses were locked on her fingers that were now delicately drawing circles along my ribs. Each touch was like a taunt aimed at my ticklish weakness. My lee side was going wild.
She always loved to take advantage of the fact that I enjoyed being tickled so much, yet was also so much more sensitive than her. All she had to do was pinch me in just the right spot over and over and I was begging, even though I adored every second of it. For now she was being nice and only lightly teasing, but the threat of worse tickling was present in every move. She knew that even though it was driving me crazy, I would still let her play for as long as I could stand it. It was the ultimate combination of pure pleasure and pure torment. And although the last thing I wanted was for it to end, somehow the words “Noooo Stawwwp~” still reflexively slipped out of my mouth. “Hmmmmhhmmmhhmmm...” she hummed mindlessly, ignoring my plea as if she hadn’t heard it. She was actually pretending to watch the movie now, looking forward and acting like my total destruction at her hands wasn’t occurring just to the left. I felt totally at her mercy.
She quickly decided to take it to the next level. Her other hand slipped under my shirt and began tickling on my right side. I was already hopelessly squirming and shifting my sitting position trying to get away from her attack and now it was coming from both directions. “Nooohohohoooohoo” I whimpered, as she sat grinning smugly at my predicament. “What’s the matter,” she said in a quiet voice, “I thought you liked being tickled~?” Her mousy voice gave the question an innocent and yet playful tone that completely drove me up the wall. At the same time each of her hands was slowly moving up my torso now, and to my horror she began to gently prod into my soft underarms with dual wiggling forefingers.
I could only stand her tickling for another second before I was doubled over senseless. It was a dream come true for me, but I worried that if this kept up I might not be able to stay seated for much longer and, even worse, I might not be able to stay quiet. It would be utter humiliation to be caught in this state by a some teenage usher or fellow patron. I mean, it would be one thing to be seen doing some kind of sex act, but to be caught being helplessly tickled by my girlfriend?! Somehow it seemed far worse to me, and my embarrassment amplified every word and touch. “What? We both know you love this...” It was undeniably true. But as much as I loved it, every moment the frantic tickling sensation was getting harder and harder to withstand!
Without another conscious thought I grabbed her wrists from under my shirt and pulled them out, and held her lightly struggling arms between us. I took moment to breathe and think straight, but her teasing wouldn’t stop: “Heyyy c’monn, why won’t you let me tickle youuu~?” The question really got into my head. Of course the answer was “I’m too ticklish to just let you.” But even thinking that just made my lee side want to curl up into a ball and hide. She knew I could never say it out loud, but my silence just made the answer all the more obvious.
I knew I couldn’t just let things stand like this. I needed to retaliate; I needed to show that I was more than just a cloying tickle toy to be played with. I leaned in and returned fire with the only tickling appendage I had available: my mouth. Up and down her tender, sensitive neck I began planting a series of little sucking kisses that made her gasp. Her body reacted violently for a second, and then shivered with a satisfied sigh, as I continued to dot her neck with little pecks. I took one spot and began to suck a bit harder, making her shoulders twitch and her mouth let out a little moan. She had slowly began to slump further back in her chair, leaning her head to the side to expose more of her vulnerable neck to my electric kisses. I let go of her wrists finally, and I knew I had her in perfect position as she put her hands around my nape to pull me closer.
This is when I made my final maneuver. I took my now free arms, scooped one under her crossed legs, and one over, and then pulled, so that her whole body pivoted towards me. She giggled as I did this. Now she was leaning back towards my right, and her still-crossed legs rested with her lower thighs and knees on top of my thighs, crossing over with her feet on my left side. Fortunately for me it was D___’s habit to often wear incredibly skimpy short shorts. These tiny things did almost nothing to defend from tickling, even up to her crotch. I had complete access to her whole lower body, with a whole range of new tickle spots, and I planned to take full advantage.
I rested my fingertips just above her knees, and lightly slid them back and forth. Her skin was perfect, olive-colored, smooth as silk, and unbelievably soft. As I began to tickle I just wanted touch her legs all over more and more. Skin this beautiful was just begging to be felt and teased in every spot imaginable. I started to squeeze around her upper thighs sliding my fingers even further up slightly under her shorts. She squealed and tried to protect herself, grabbing at my my hands, yet unable to stop the relentlessly exploring fingers. “Hehehethat’s not fair” she mumbled playfully. “Ya know, I think you must like having your legs tickled like this,” I said. “Or else you wouldn’t wear such revealing clothing. You’re just asking for it,” I joked. She groaned cutely in reply, admitting to nothing.
As I worked my fingers all over her tensing thighs, I also started making my way down to the the rest of the legs. I was softly pinching and tracing along each muscle, making her flinch and gasp every few seconds. I spider tickled behind her knees, and then ran my fingers down until they reached her ankles and her cute brown flats. In an instant she knew her feet were about to be touched and lunged up to protect herself. Unfortunately for her, in her current posture with her knees up over me, she couldn’t quite reach her own ankles and could only stretch fruitlessly to try to stop me. I smiled at her adorable attempts to cover herself, and just out her reach, ran two of my fingers lightly over the top of her foot, totally unprotected by her footwear. “You know you also wear these types of shoes all the time. You just love making it so easy to tickle you~,” I teased.
I took both my hands now and tickled with all my fingers over the tops of both her feet. “Pleaheheheese” she whispered between giggles, still trying to grab at my hands, now visibly more desperate than before. “What’s the matter, are your feet a little tickllliiishhh?” I replied, slipping my fingers into the sides of her flats, wiggling underneath all over the edges of her sensitive soles. “Ahhhah not n-nowwwww,” she mumbled, getting visibly flustered as I continued to play all over the vulnerable erogenous zone. “Noww~.” I whispered back, slipping off one flat to let it fall to the floor, and then the other. She had gorgeous feet. They were slender and shapely with long toes and the same perfect skin as the rest of her. I was completely in heaven with them at my mercy.
Much like her legs it was hard to keep my hands off once I had begun to touch. I started by lightly running my fingertips all over her soles from toes to heel. She let out a string of little gasps and moans at each pass of tickles. She started shifting her feet around, and trying to cover the bottom of one with the other, but I just kept tickling the covering one without missing a beat, much to her frustration. "You’re just making it easier for me again,” I told her gleefully, “you can’t get away”. Each time I made fun of her she let out a little gasp of frustration. “Aww you’re so cute when you’re mad,” I said.
I finally moved to my favorite spot. I started by just running one finger over the tops and then the bottoms of her toes. She whimpered again and then even more as I began to ever-so-lightly pinch between each digit with my forefinger and thumb. She moaned a bit more but then let out a little gasp and jolted up with each toe I played with. I teased each of them all along the sides and tops, and then, most importantly, tracing right along the base where they meet the sole. I did this over and over, going through all ten and then starting over again. And when I couldn’t contain myself anymore, I pulled one of her feet up by the ankle, and began to tenderly nibble on her amazing, wiggling toes, making her giggle uncontrollably. When I was done biting, I started to suck and then let my tongue slither between each as it curled. As I did all this, I continuously tickled all over her sole with 5 fingers from my free hand. “Ohhoho mahahayyy Gawwwwdd,” I heard her barely get out between holding in laughs and moans.
By this point, every touch was clearly driving her crazy. She was totally exasperated by what I guessed was an intense cross between being tickled to exhaustion and being aroused, much as I had felt back when she was the one in control. I slowly stopped tickling, finally somewhat satisfied of that appetite for a moment. Leaning down, I picked up her shoes and put them back on, and then pulled her close and kissed her for a long time. She relaxed and breathed deeply as we embraced. “I love you,” I whispered.
Coincidentally, the movie was just finishing and the theater lights were coming up as the credits rolled on screen. I squinted in the light, and after a moment of adjusting suddenly noticed how disheveled D___ looked, and realized I probably looked the same. Our hair was a mess, our clothes ruffled, and we were dazed and breathing heavily. We tidied up, and made our way out of the theater without a fuss. To anyone who saw us it would be completely natural to assume that we had just had sex. To be honest, I’d probably prefer people to think that, as I said before. I’ve never been sure how someone who didn’t understand could ever try to process finding out about an experience like this. That was what made it all so special for us: this wasn’t just some tired sex story to be bragged and joked about with friends. We had shared a deeply personal moment, a sensual journey, that few other people would appreciate or understand. We cherished it, and for a time, protected it like a secret. It felt like something intimate, and unique. And it meant something to us. It was one thing that felt entirely ours.
-JP
a ramble
The most irritating thing about not yet encountering someone with this fetish in “real life”, whatever that even is, is that whilst playful tickle fights often lead to making out, and that’s all dandy, once the kissing starts the tickling is expected to end. One causes the other, but I want to feel the two acts synergise. I want my fingers to dance around ribs as we kiss. I want my lips to feel another’s as they fight to keep kissing, but keep slipping into giggles. I want to kiss lips that are trying so hard to kiss back but keep losing composure because it tickles so damn much. The kiss means so much more because you have to struggle to maintain it. The tickles mean so much more because you’re caught between letting yourself cave into them, or rebelling and going for the kiss. Two acts of touch blurring together to create sensations so much better than either can achieve alone.
Egh. Why am I still awake….
YOOOO
This is maybe the best kind of tickling! Kissing without tickling just feels like a wasted opportunity by comparison! If Core Memories™ were a real thing, doing this(a bunch of times) would absolutely, without a doubt, be one of mine. Why can’t everybody in the world be down for this?
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do you think bigger feet are unattractive?
Hmm!
-because I personally have really big feet and am extremely insecure about it-
Big feet are great. And your feet are totally beautiful @lilchai!
What I feel like meeting me in person would ever be like
Them: So this is the Big Bad Tickle Monster I've heard so much about on Tumblr?
Me smol AF: I mean, I guess?
Them: *starts bursting out laughing* And to think, I was possibly scared of you!
Me: *groans forever into eternity*
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I think this is the best amateur tickling I have ever seen. I recall watching this clip when it was originally posted and thinking “I will never be this lucky in my entire life.” I’m really hoping I can prove myself wrong someday!
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Under the Table Tickling
It’s been one of my greatest unfulfilled fantasies to find a lee who will go with me to a busy restaurant and, while we wait for our food, put their bare foot in my lap for an undercover tickle session. Of course I would start light... Maybe even wait a few minutes before I begin to touch. And when they’re least expecting it: slooowwly slide my fingertip across their vulnerable sole. Then after a few moments, I’d move to another spot on their foot and do it again. And again. My favorite part will be watching them try their hardest to keep it together as I start to really tease! We’ll have just enough space around us that now one will notice my cute little lee beginning to twitch and squirm in their seat. The whole time I’ll just be sitting there watching, feasting on every desperate little reaction as they struggle against in the frantic reflex to pull away, jolt up, or make a loud noise. Not the mention the whole time I’ll be gleefully tormenting every spot from the tips of their toes to the tops of their ankles. But we certainly can’t just sit there smiling like fools! I’ll be busy and distracted tickling, so I’ll expect my lee to carry on a conversation of at least moderate interest throughout the session. God forbid they can’t think of anything to say, and I have to focus my full attention on on how to tickle them even worse! My side of the conversation will mostly be feigning ignorance, saying things like: “Hey, what’s the matter with you?”, “Are you feeling okay?”, “Why do you keep acting so weird~?”. “Tickling? I don’t know *whatsoever* you’re talking about? You’re clearly losing it!” -JP
One of these days when I apologize to the person I’m making out with for squirming so much because their light touches/neck kisses/ear nibbles are tickling me… I want them to take that as a cue to tickle me more. Just saying.
Girl, you look them straight in the eye and say “PLEASE TICKLE ME”! Life is too damn short to miss a single opportunity for tickles!
do you have any pictures of yourself on here? i'm just really curious to see what you look like! (obvs if you're not comfy sharing one, that's totally cool)
Not at the moment. I may post one eventually but I’m kind of scared to do it to be honest. If I was just a Ler I probably wouldn’t care as much, but I am just such Lee-trash sometimes! And even though I love being tickled, I still find it really embarrassing. For me it’s the ultimate humiliation to just be pinned down and tickled into complete submission, especially as a guy 😳. It’s a big part of why I enjoy the experience, but it also makes me super afraid of the possibility of my taboo tickle lust ever being unintentionally revealed!But I’m happy to privately share an image with anyone I’m getting to know on here. Let’s just chat a little first so I have an idea who’s seeing me = )
Hi uh I'm a new tickle blog and I'm just kinda wanting to make friends if you checked me out I'd be SOOOO happy my blog is cuteticklesplease ok byeeee😁🙈
I took a look! Not sure if the name refers to yourself but you do look quite cute.
I won’t ever pressure anyone into sex. But I may pressure them to tickle the hell out of me...