I Am Helplessly Ticklish
I got tickled to death!
So, I have a great family friend, Larry who’s more like a father to me cause my mom was never around & he’d visit very often. Anyway, he came over & found out I’m ticklish. Larry is a BEAST when he tickles. He tickled me so much that I didn’t hear myself laughing, lol. We were sitting on the couch relaxing, talking. We were sharing funny/embarrassing stories & my step brother passed by, asking me if I told Larry about the time I fell off the check up table at the doctors ( yes, that happened ). I told him no & Larry looked down at me with a wide grin on his face & in a teasing tone asked what happened. I told him my doctor was pressing on my tummy & must’ve hit a nerve that made me scream squeal & rolled off the table. Larry put one eyebrow up & asked “ You’re not ticklish, are you? “ My step brother said yeah. I told him to ignore whatever he says. Larry than started gently poking my sides with both hands one by one. I started giggling & grabbed his wrists & said “ No, no Im nahahat “. He just laughed & went all out, wiggling his fingers all around my sides which had me laughing & squeaking hysterical. He said he knew it. I made the mistake of squirming up to the point that I was on my back on the couch which, gave him full access to my tummy. Of course, he tickled me there like no tomorrow. I screamed, squirmed & laughed. He asked me if I’m gonna admit I’m ticklish or just laugh if I wanted him to keep going. I’m stubborn & didn’t want to do either, lol. He used a technique that REALLY tickles & gets me EVERY time. He gently squeezes & corners my sides ( which means when you hold someone by the waist with both hands & gently squeeze in & out with your hand like you’re holding a mug ). I bucked, kicked, laughed, made every squeak humanly possible, lol. At that point I became ticklishly helpless. He said “ It’d be better for you if you’d just admit it. Unless you...... ( playful gasp ) you like the tickles, don’t you?! “ Before I can respond, he tickled up & down my sides & tummy. I laughingly told him to shut up. He laughed, lifted my shirt & went all out on my tummy & hips which made me scream/squeal laugh up to the point where I was laughing so hard that I had to put my head back. He spider tickled my tummy & said “ Tickle, Tickle. “ I squeaked that his hands are cold. He said “ Oh, you mean it bothers you? “ He than put his hands on my hips ( as if he was holding an iPad sideways ) & pressed his thumbs in & squeezed really fast while moving them around. I SCREAMED first that laughed so hard while squirming & trying to bat his hands away. He than ( while still wiggling his fingers on my sides ) leans down & gave me a HUGE raspberry! That’s what cracked me & I’m surprised I found words at all but, through squeaking & laughing, I said “ OK, OK.......OH, LARRY THAT TICKLES. “ through another minute of hysterical laughter, I finally said “ YOU WIN, I’M TICKLISH! “ He stopped & told me that wasn’t so hard was it. We both laughed at the fact my eyes were tearing. He teased, asking was I crying. I told him to shut up while laughing a bit.
So, I have a great family friend, Larry who’s more like a father to me cause my mom was never around & he’d visit very often. Anyway, he came over & found out I’m ticklish. Larry is a BEAST when he tickles. He tickled me so much that I didn’t hear myself laughing, lol. We were sitting on the couch relaxing, talking. We were sharing funny/embarrassing stories & my step brother passed by, asking me if I told Larry about the time I fell off the check up table at the doctors ( yes, that happened ). I told him no & Larry looked down at me with a wide grin on his face & in a teasing tone asked what happened. I told him my doctor was pressing on my tummy & must’ve hit a nerve that made me scream squeal & rolled off the table. Larry put one eyebrow up & asked “ You’re not ticklish, are you? “ My step brother said yeah. I told him to ignore whatever he says. Larry than started gently poking my sides with both hands one by one. I started giggling & grabbed his wrists & said “ No, no Im nahahat “. He just laughed & went all out, wiggling his fingers all around my sides which had me laughing & squeaking hysterical. He said he knew it. I made the mistake of squirming up to the point that I was on my back on the couch which, gave him full access to my tummy. Of course, he tickled me there like no tomorrow. I screamed, squirmed & laughed. He asked me if I’m gonna admit I’m ticklish or just laugh if I wanted him to keep going. I’m stubborn & didn’t want to do either, lol. He used a technique that REALLY tickles & gets me EVERY time. He gently squeezes & corners my sides ( which means when you hold someone by the waist with both hands & gently squeeze in & out with your hand like you’re holding a mug ). I bucked, kicked, laughed, made every squeak humanly possible, lol. At that point I became ticklishly helpless. He said “ It’d be better for you if you’d just admit it. Unless you...... ( playful gasp ) you like the tickles, don’t you?! “ Before I can respond, he tickled up & down my sides & tummy. I laughingly told him to shut up. He laughed, lifted my shirt & went all out on my tummy & hips which made me scream/squeal laugh up to the point where I was laughing so hard that I had to put my head back. He spider tickled my tummy & said “ Tickle, Tickle. “ I squeaked that his hands are cold. He said “ Oh, you mean it bothers you? “ He than put his hands on my hips ( as if he was holding an iPad sideways ) & pressed his thumbs in & squeezed really fast while moving them around. I SCREAMED first that laughed so hard while squirming & trying to bat his hands away. He than ( while still wiggling his fingers on my sides ) leans down & gave me a HUGE raspberry! That’s what cracked me & I’m surprised I found words at all but, through squeaking & laughing, I said “ OK, OK.......OH, LARRY THAT TICKLES. “ through another minute of hysterical laughter, I finally said “ YOU WIN, I’M TICKLISH! “ He stopped & told me that wasn’t so hard was it. We both laughed at the fact my eyes were tearing. He teased, asking was I crying. I told him to shut up while laughing a bit.
