Getting tickled to death

I have always hated being tickled. A tiny fluttering touch on my collarbone reduces me to giggles. A feathery brush on my sole drives a shiver up my spine. Being pinned on the bed with only a verbal suggestion of tickling sends me into spasms and tears. As you can imagine, my worst nightmare is being tickled to death. And I wonder why Gimmi loves to tickle me. (I *have* told him numerous times not to tickle me.)

Last night Gim and I were watching a movie on my PC. Perhaps not having found the pillow nearby, he decided to make my stomach his own resting place, thus, blocking my view of my monitor. The following discussion thereby followed.

Flisha: “Pooch, place your fat balding head and your puny torso away from my body. I may be soft and cuddly but I am *not* your personal couch.”

Gimmi: “Lovedoo, you are so selfish. Just listen to the movie and pretend you’re watching it. You’ve seen it anyway. Besides I’m your *visitor*. You should be more hospitable. Mind your manners, please! Ugh. Can’t get any respect in this house!”

Flisha: “Hwaaaat!!!! You insolent egoistc narcissistic chauvinist pig! You…! Ohh, I’m gonna… I am gonna…”

Gimmi: “What lovedoo? You can’t do anything. You love me entirely too much. You can’t live without me. Can’t even bear not seeing me every single day of your life. I mean, don’t you sometimes go mad on Sundays?”

Flisha: “Ohhhhh, you are SO gonna get it! I’m gonna tickle you to death!!!!”

Gimmi: “Flisha, NO! Nooooo………”

Luckily, I was able to document the horrible scene that transpired.

Gimmi before Falling on the Floor Gim Taunting Me
The tickling scenes
have been removed
because they were
*too horrible* to view.
Gim Being Tickled
Gimmi Bleeeehhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Gim Falling on His Butt
Gimmi Mad at Being on the Floor Gim Sulking on the Floor
Gimmi on the Floor Gim Banned from the Bed

I have now created a new rule in my relationship contract with Gim. And it goes something like this: “Gim will never be allowed to tickle Flisha in any possible way, including, but not limited to physical, verbal or mental/ESP-cal means. By tickle, we mean, anything that resembles unchecked, uncontrollable, screaming, shrieking, gasping, mouth-drying, de-oxygen-izing, tonsil-rupturing, saliva-showering, lung-collapsing, heart-attack-inducing, hyena-sounding, body-convulsing laughter. If this rule is violated in any way, the relationship between Flisha and Gim is considered null and void, unless Flisha decides to punish Gim by no less than 100 strokes of the cane. Flisha, however, can tickle Gim anytime she wants to.”

Comments

  1. first of all, my very adorable and tickle-able lovepie, i am NOT balding! my hair is NOT in the least bit thinning and i DON’T even have a bald spot in my head. *pouts indignantly* second, my torso is NOT puny. if anything, it’s as sexy as brad pitt’s! and lastly, you WERE selfish last night. *crosess arms and scowls* imagine refusing the only love of your life a resting place in your belly! the nerve! hmph!!

  2. btw, why do i love to tickle you? its bec. you’re soooooo adorable when tickled. you make these silly burbling baby sounds and you gasp and shriek as if you just saw april boy regino! hehehe. i love you!

  3. “If this rule is violated in any way, the relationship between Flisha and Gim is considered null and void, unless Flisha decides to punish Gim by no less than 100 strokes of the cane. Flisha, however, can tickle Gim anytime she wants to.”

    whaaat!? double standard!!! *pouts all the more*