I won’t bury the lead; I am turned on by laughter. Not humiliation, tickling, or anything like that; I am turned on by a woman belly laughing with her entire soul. N has a beautiful laugh, it brightens a room and I would recognize it anywhere. There is something so pure and sexy about seeing N doubled over on the bed, shaking from laughing so hard.
I feel like my laughter kink is the exact opposite of a lot of BDSM, which explores connection through exploring the dark aspects of our psyche. My laughter kink is about connection through the bright and cheerful. It can’t be faked, which is why it is ridiculously difficult to find in visual erotica of people connecting and laughing hard before they play. N and I have a word for this type of foreplay; we call it goofing. The best part of goofing comes from the natural evolution from connecting as friends into connecting as lovers.
There is something intensely erotic about N and I laughing on the bed about some inside joke, then letting my hand slide between her thighs and finding them slick and glistening with desire. Sometimes, I play little games with myself when I am in bed with N. When N is laughing hard, I will use my huge hand to apply even pressure over her center while I kiss her neck to see if I can make her moan and overpower her laugh. That sound she makes is one of the sweetest sounds I have ever heard; a cross between a sigh and a moan that ends in a soft giggle.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zqy5n9/i_m_have_the_most_obvious_and_most_difficult_kink
I’m turned in by my wife’s laugh. I know exactly what you mean.