Tested By Her Web Master (Web Master #2) - Plot & Excerpts
I’ve never been a big fan of tickling. Never knew why our bodies betrayed us by laughing at the intrusion. You were supposed to laugh when you were enjoying something. But tickling wasn’t enjoyable. It was akin to torture. So why in the world would we humans laugh at this? It was something that had always bothered me, and now, as giggles started to erupt from me, even though I wished I could smash his face in as his fingers expertly “counted my ribs.” I couldn’t control myself. I had no choice but to laugh. Squeal might have been a better word. It seemed hard to believe that Quentin had been raised an only child when you took into account his tickling skills. The man was a world-class tickler. He knew all the spots to hit. At first he tested out a few prime targets—the armpits, the neck, where the neck meets the shoulder, sides, and even squeezing the front of the lower thigh. He got the biggest reactions from tickling my sides and the place where my neck and shoulder meet.
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