I Hate tickling… With a passion – which of course my husband finds hilarious- so to get revenge I will wind him up and threaten him (jokingly of course) with a finger in his bum, pretending to poke it whenever he walks ahead of me etc (I wouldn’t btw but its nice to feel the power once in a while lol)
Anytime he would bend over near me I would dip my finger at the top of his bum crack as a little reminder that A) his bum is hanging out and B ) don’t tempt me with a good time…simple. It’s the same as if he did it to my cleavage if that was on show…its just what we do (Weird I know)
Not so long ago it got to the point where we were both constantly on edge around each other, He would check behind him if bending to pick something up and I would flinch in anticipation if he went to touch me after an accidental tickle. It was funny but eventually we couldn’t take it anymore and so we made a pact.
‘No tickles and no bumoles’
We stuck with it…and it worked, we relaxed a little, However, funnily enough once it was gone we both felt something was missing so slowly we allowed them back -but toned down a little. It was less intense but still kept us on our toes.
Well…the other night we were heading upstairs (him leading the way) when he stopped in his tracks, covered him backside and said ‘whoooaaahhh…you go first’
Of course I knew it was because he assumed I would poke him so I looked him in the eye and said
‘You go ahead…I wont do it I promise…TRUST ME’
He cautiously carried on, it was clear he was on edge and once at the top I asked if he had trusted that I wouldn’t poke him.
He said he believed me when I said that I wouldn’t…because I had promised…but part of him thought I might do it anyway…
To which I smiled, raised an eyebrow and said…and how does that make you feel?