You would not think tickling could be sensual, but you have never had it done the way I like it. Slow. Deliberate. Fingertips tracing places that make me squirm and giggle and beg without quite knowing what I am begging for.
It starts innocently. Someone traces a finger along my arm, light as a feather, and I shiver. Then a little lower, along my ribs, and I laugh because I cannot help it. The laughter makes me feel loose and warm and a little bit helpless, and I discover that I like that feeling more than I expected.
On the phone, I will guide your hands. I will tell you where I am most ticklish, and I will describe what happens when you find those spots. The inside of my wrist. The back of my knee. The curve of my waist where the skin is softest. I squirm, I giggle, and the giggling turns into something deeper, something breathier.
There is a wonderful tension in tickling because it lives right on the edge between playful and intimate. One moment I am laughing, the next moment I am gasping, and I am never quite sure when it changed. That uncertainty is delicious. It keeps me present, keeps me feeling every single touch.
I want you to be patient with me. Do not rush to the obvious places. Tease me first. Trace patterns on my skin and let me guess where you will go next. When you get it right and I squeal, do it again, slower. I will be laughing and I will be aching, and I will not want you to stop.
The best part is the surrender. At some point I stop trying to get away and I just let it happen. I lie back and I let your fingertips do whatever they want, and my laughter melts into moans, and I realize that being tickled has turned into being worshipped. Every inch of me is awake. Every nerve is listening.
Fair warning: I am also ticklish when I laugh about being ticklish, which creates a rather wonderful loop. You tease me, I giggle, the giggling makes me more ticklish, you notice, you tease me more. I have never once wanted this loop to end, and I do not expect tonight to be the exception.
Call the dispatcher and ask for Ella. Bring your lightest touch and your most mischievous intentions. I am ticklish everywhere, and I am ready to prove it.
Yours, Ella