i really really need a ler to pin my arms above my head by sitting on them, and slooowwwly tickle my biceps, inching closer and closer to my underarms and just teasing the top of them with their mean nails while giggling at how hysterical i already am by just the thought of them going lower </3
I love tickling your upper body.
I can't wait to see you squirm in your cropped tank top as I spider along the slightly exposed skin of your soft tummy. I'll poke your sides lightly as your squeals turn into giggles.
I'll smile and kiss your forehead as I reach underneath your bended knee, wiggling two fingers as your legs swim as a confused mess of limbs.
And then we get to my favorite part. When I get to your soft, smooth, hollowed armpits I'll lather them in baby oil.
Nice and slick.
I sit behind you and hold you on my crossed legs. Your restraints are resting, stuck beneath my weight. You try not to struggle too much so you don't hurt me by pulling your cuffs too hard.
My lightly trimmed nails spin in circles around your hollows, tracing their outline. Each rotation around the soft skin takes ten seconds each, I make sure to keep count. Out of nowhere, my fingers lunge into an intense spider tickling. My wiggling fingers unrelenting as your laughter erupts. I dig into your pits, searching for the treasure that is that one spot.
Found it. Now the tickling session can finally start.
A delicate pair of ticklish pits...
Belonging to a lovely lady twitching and squirming underneath my speedy fingers.
You might think you’re broken, but you are not. Not until I say so.
This is what happens when you wear a sleeveless shirt to a tickling session.
This is going to be used regardless, so it’s your choice really! Would you rather it on the armpit?
Or your precious feet?
My bitch. My defenseless, pathetic, weak, whimpering little bitch. I have no plans of hurting you, I have plans of breaking you.
Anonymous asked:
Omg muscle mommy ~ I need your arms to hold my hands over my head so your tongue can get lost in my armpits and not find its way out
Okay number one stahhhpit. Number two you're dead and number three you have no plans for the night because you're dead. Ooh yes where do you think you're going? My smirking smiles rain down over your quickly blushing face while I position your arms up, pinning them with my weight and letting you fight fruitlessly until you're too weak to resist what comes next. You're not going anywhere cutie. I let my long blonde hair fall over your upper body, swishing my head back and forth to taunt with those wispy tickles at your chest and ribs and underarms. Mmhmmm struggle all you like, you're still gonna get tickled! And then my head dips down and I'm brushing lips on that sensitive skin in your armpit, grazing and kissing lightly. Such a silly sensation no? Looks like you're totally helpless to it. My tongue pokes out and starts earnestly lickling around, teasing all that hyper ticklish skin with pokes and strokes and darting licks. Mmhhmm so very sensitive in here~ nice sensitive armpits. And now the other! Tongue gliding around the outside as my hands hold your wrists tight. Don't fight me. Don't fight it, that's just gonna make it worse ~ my tongue dips in and out eagerly, inspiring all those sweet sounds. We'll keep going oh yesss gonna keep going until you're a helpless mushy pile for calling me such sweet things~~
And then I'm gonna kiss you until you're a squeaking desperate mess ~
