Angel Of Laughter
by tickleguy1@yahoo.com

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For many years, I have always loved tickling!

Tickling other guys and most especially being tickled myself. The feel of fast fingers or feathers under my feet, up and down my sides, all over my body! I have been longing, searching for a handsome male who is a loving, passionate, playful man at heart, to be held, kissed, and tickled by, and who truly enjoys tickling others in a fun, passionate, loving, yet merciless way, until I am mentally, physically, and spiritually exhausted. Tickling me until tears of joy are streaming down my face. This I have been longing for, for a long, long time.

One night, I could not sleep. I was silently crying, longing for the touch, the closeness of that man, who would hold me tight, gently kiss me, and lovingly, yet mercilessly tickle me practically half to death. That night I prayed for this using all the spiritual energy in my heart. I cried so much that I literally cried myself to sleep.

That same night, I felt a strange sensation, a floating sensation and I realized I was having an OOB out of body experience, my soul, (spirit) was leaving my body and drifting up ward. I was drifting over rooftops, chimneys, trees and power lines, up high, higher. Gee now I know how the Flying Nun felt, only I was neither in a white habit nor a coronet. I WAS NAKED!

All of a sudden, I found myself standing in a field of wildflowers. I looked in all four directions and saw nothing but wildflowers as far as the eye could see. I then sensed someone behind me. I slowly turned around to see the most handsome man I've ever seen. This man was flawless beyond words. Soft, sunlight blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, his face absolutely perfect. Perfect complexion, not one blemish. His fingernails and toenails were perfectly trimmed and buffed to a shine that glistened like diamonds. He had a wide smile and perfect, white teeth, and beautiful body, smooth well-defined body, practically hairless, baby smooth. He only wore a white and golden yellow jock strap. Then I noticed he had wings and a golden ring glowing around his head.

He was an angel! He projected a very loving aura, very peaceful and calm. Literally tranquil. "Hello! My name is Byron, the Angel Of Laughter!" he softly spoke. "I am ware of your desire and I came to grant you what you wish!" he added as he stood there with outstretched arms. I never felt such love, compassion, peace, so strong. It was wonderful; he was handsome beyond words, and so mesmerizing. "Am I dreaming?" I asked in total amazement! "No! This is real, not a dream. I heard your heartfelt desire and brought you here. Byron replied with a wide, lovingly smile. He took my hand and we both gently sat down in the wildflowers, and he pulled me into his gentle arms. He kissed me on the forehead, and the next thing I felt was his fingers slowly creeping up my sides. I started giggling and squirming as his fingers continued dancing up and down my sides. His touch was gentle, yet a bit aggressive. I sensed he was getting more intense, and then my giggles were turning into laughter.

It kept building up, I could not stop. I felt myself being laid down and I saw Byron’s smiling gentle face above me, as he was tickling me senseless, all over my body. I felt fingers tickling down my legs, and my ankles wrapped in tight, yet comfortable arms, and fingers tickling my soles and toes. That made me go wild with deep, gut wrenching laughter that just was intense. Byron's aura was still peaceful, loving, and yet relentless in his tickling. He just would not stop. It was maddening, yet very enjoyable. It was literally driving me out of my mind, but I loved it so. I heard my laughter echoing, I felt like I was spinning around. Tears were streaming down my face, as the most beautiful male angel for what felt like an eternity was lovingly tickling me relentlessly.

I was just lost in the wonderful hysteria, being tickled by a handsome, loving, being. I felt the tickling slowly digress, the touch turning into a gentle caress of my feet. My hysterical laughter was reducing to giggling. I could not see a thing except for a slight golden glow above me through my tears of joy. I felt being held in a loving pair of arms. A soft hand wiped my tears of joy from my eyes. There was Byron, smiling down at me, stroking my hair. " How Do You feel?" he asked me softly. "Wonderful!" I replied looking into Byron’s crystal blue eyes. The next thing I felt was that floating sensation. I was looking down and the view was that you would see out of an airplane. I then saw the power lines. A voice softly yelled, "Don't Touch The Power Lines!" as I gently glided between the lines and down over the treetops, the chimneys and rooftops. I then felt a cool gush of wind and woke up in my own bed.

I was feeling sad because I had to leave that place, that handsome angel. Just then a soft glow appeared at the foot of my bed. In the blink of an eye a man appeared. It was Byron! He smiled, walked around to the side of my bed and sat on the edge. He looked different. He looked more real, more humanlike.

" Byron, what is this?” I asked in amazement. Byron smiled and touched my cheek. The hand was real human flesh. I reached out and touched his face. Real, soft and smooth. " I wanted to also surprise you with something else I know you enjoy." he said, smiling and looking into my eyes. He gently guided my head back down to my pillow and raised his legs and gently began to caress my face with his beautiful feet. They were so, so, soft. The tips of his toes were soft like marshmallows. Beautifully curved arches, not one callous nor blemish. His toenails perfectly pedicured, and the toenails gleamed like diamonds.

" Indulge yourself! Byron said as he wiggled his toes slowly and relaxingly. I slowly opened my mouth and gently licked under his slowly wiggling toes. I kissed each toenail, one by one. I kissed his soles, and ran my tongue all over them, doing both feet at the same time. Byron just sat there smiling and enjoyed my enjoyment. I lost track of time, and then felt Byron pull back his beautiful feet. He stood up. "I have to go!" Byron spoke softly. "Will I see you again?" I asked. "I am always around when laughter and happiness is truly needed!" he replied. "Thank you Byron!" I responded. H waves his hand and turned into a soft glow and floated up into the ceiling and disappeared. I felt something tickle my toes and I looked down at my feet. A single

White, golden yellow feather dropped onto my toes. I picked it up, kissed it and went back to sleep holding the feather in my hand.