With fingers, feathers, fur gloves and more, a man bedazzles the ladies with his tickling expertise, his caresseses culminating in squirming, screeching explosions of ecstasy.

I love Petra’s laugh. It is somewhere in the piccolo range — a high-pitched, lilting tinkling of glass that is music to my ears. I enjoy listening to it whether she’s giggling at a Marx Brothers movie, laughing giddily while playing with her dog or breathlessly shrieking while she is bound to my bed and a feather is slowly dragged between her wiggling toes.

I turned Petra on to the pleasures of tickling some time after we became intimate. Sweet and innocent, she initially thought it a bit bizarre, but after a few occasions when she actually had orgasms from being ruthlessly tickled, she got hooked. Now we do it almost every... Read More