Tickle Me
By
Monica Bouvier
Turned On With A Tickle
“You want to know what really turns me on?” Erik breathed into Alice’s ear.
“You know I do,” Alice said, running her fingers around his belly button.
“Promise not to laugh?” Erik said, raising his eyebrows and softly caressing her cheeks.
“I promise,” she said, grinning.
“Well...what really turns me on...”
Color rose in his cheeks as he bit his upper lip.
“You see...I love to be tickled.”
Sitting across Erik’s lap as she was, Alice would have bet money that she felt his manhood jump at those words.
Alice grinned a little wider at Erik. He looked anxiously into her eyes for approval.
“Tickling turns you on, eh?” she asked, dancing her fingertips along his exposed sides and ribs.
“Mmmm-hmmmm,” he giggled, fidgeting at her touch.
“Tell me what you like,” she said.
“Well,” Erik said, blushing furiously at being forced to talk about this.
“Ummm, I like it when I’m tickled and I can’t stop it.”
“You mean like when you are tied up?” Erik reddened further.
“Yeah, like that.”
Erik noticed that Alice’s nipples were hardening under her top, signifying that just talking about this was exciting her.
“How do you like to be tied up when you are tickled?”
Erik bit his lip and couldn’t look her in the eye. It was an adorable reaction she thought.
Breathing deeply, Erik said, “I like to be tied...all spread out...”
“Spread-eagled,” she helped.
“...ummm, yeah...and I like to be naked...and blindfolded...”
Erik couldn’t look at her, so deep was his embarrassment.
“What about gagged?”
“Gagged? Ummm, that might be good too.”
“So it would turn you on if I tied you up, naked and spread-eagled, blindfolded and gagged, and tickled you?”
Erik could not stop blushing. “Well...Alice.”
“Well what?”
“Only if you really, really tickled me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean...the part that turns me on is when I can’t take it anymore but I have to.”
She grinned. “So you want me to tickle torture you?”
Erik lowered his ocean blue eyes and nodded. Alice forced his head up with a hand under his chin and looked him in the eye.
“I can do that for you, and I’m not laughing.”
Erik smiled a relieved smile as he sensed her arousal was already growing.
They rose from the couch and she led Erik into her bedroom.
Walking over the to bed, Alice, reaching under her bed and pulled out a shoebox. From this she withdrew four short lengths of rope, a blindfold, and a roll of duct tape. Erik colored crimson as she did all this, but the cat was out of the bag at this point, and there was no going back. Erik began to undress.
