A Celebration Of 10 years of Tickling! 🪶🫣❤️
Paying My Debt: A Tickle Bet (Part 1)

FIRST of all, and totally in my defence, my husband Myles is so bad at card games... Like, the worst!! I almost never lose, and therefore almost never lose the bets we place on a lot of our games. 🥇

Almost.

We always add some sexy, naughty bet to our card game nights just to spice things up a bit you know? Raise the stakes and the fun of the game! And I've never felt "bad" for making or going along with the bets, because usually him losing, results in me strapping him completely helpless to our bed to use as a tickle & tease toy from head to toe, until his cock is so hard and delicious that I can't help but cut the boxers right off of him! 😛

Then he get's the very lucky gift of being kissed, licked, stroked, sucked and edged until he cum's so hard he has to clean it off our ceiling later...

Of course, yes, we do always add a reverse stipulation of his choosing, in the very unlikely, completely implausible event, that he does somehow manage to win! Otherwise it's just nearly as fun! Either way, it's a win, win for him! If her loses, he get's to be tickled and edged like he was literally MADE for, and if he ever does win, he get's to have his horny, ticklish ways with me...

However he wants. 😶

These are the ONLY times tickling my clit is on the table! And even though most of you already know I have a devastatingly ticklish clit, it still sends a chill down my spine to say it out loud, even in written word...

I lost? 😯
I lost the tickle bet.

And as the gleeful, "way too excited for my liking" grin started to form on his face across the table, I knew I was fucked. My feet, my tummy, my armpits... My Pussy. They were all officially tickle-fucked. And while I may not be nearly as ticklish as him (not many humans are) I knew full-well that he had developed a curious way throughout the years of his tickle fetish, to explore, "encourage" and bring out the most of anyone's ticklish spots.

So as he slathered that thick, warm Burts Bee's foot lotion on my soles - Promptly covering them in my fuzzy reading socks so they would only get more hot, soft, sweaty and sensitive as he tickled the rest of me, I knew with a slightly horny, nervous, loving giggle, it was officially time...

Time to Pay My Tickle Debt. 🙈

To Be Continued...

xoxo

-Gwen