super craving a hypersensitive ticklish lil plaything whose hips I could be sitting on while poking and prodding all over there cute tummy and ribs and seeing them hide their face and give in to the giggles but won't push me away.. sigh, anyway...
Just when you think you’re safe enough to stretch and do a big yawn, two little pokes in your armpits are enough to make you squeak and turn to me. I smile mischievously, that look in my eye never leaving my face. I want to tickle.
You either submit to me and laugh real loud for me as I tickle you… or you run. And naturally , you try to escape. But I’m always just a step behind you. You poor thing, you can’t decide where to run to, so I easily corner you.
My hand immediately go for your flanks and sides and I continuously try to open a way to get your armpits easily, as your arms have clamped to your sides to protect them. Maybe some tummy tickles will make you loosen up. But I can hear you trying to hold back your laughter… looking away from me…
“Sorry, cutie, but you won’t be holding that back for much longer…”
I tease, as my fingers find your ribs. As some of laughter comes out, and your reach up to stop me, my hands quickly slip into your armpits, as my fingers instantly wiggle into the hollows of your armpits, and my hands squeeze at your entire armpit.
You bellow laughter out, because you’re unable to hold it, and your knees give out. You feel as I softly guide you to the floor as I tickle your armpits.
“There’s my sweet, giggly baby. Can you keep laughing for me? Your laugh is so pretty…”
I smile and see you continuously look away, but my gaze follows your head.
“Let me hear more of that laugh…”
I say as my fingers move faster and with more intensity.
“Let me hear more. Come on. Louder, for me…”
I smile and enjoy myself as I straddle you down and keep tickling. Your arms hugging my hands to your body is quite helpful, as I don’t let up.
“You look really beautiful when you laugh… but there’s something I need you to say if you want me to stop…”
That evil look in my eye remains, as my tickles don’t let up and you’re running out of breath.
“Say that you’re the prettiest, giggliest girl. Say it.”
Your little shakes of your head , and your words of protest do little to stop me.
“Say you’re the giggliest prettiest girl… come on…”
Like the meanie that I am, I stop and start the tickles repeatedly, earning loud laughter and squeaks from you as I go on and off over and over, letting you catch your breath for mere seconds before I continue. I hear you start to say it and I stop tickling.
I smile down at you lovingly as I hear you call yourself the prettiest, giggliest girl. I softly retract my hands.
“Was that so hard, princess?” I say smugly, eyeing your tummy for more tickles.