Betchass1
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This could be accompanied by a number of my drawings:
http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=36700
http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=34255
http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=34254
And three of these:
http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=29165
But this is the first I've tried writing about it. Obviously the end is not there yet.
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Ben watched Liz from every angle as she walked past to her car, shaking his head. She paid no attention, having developed an unconscious immunity to such reactions. Ben turned to Amber and, before he could say anything, she told him dryly, "I'd lick that for days," and blew out a lungful of smoke. Ben choked on his cigarette. After catching his breath and thinking for a moment, he said, "Well, I believe I would indeed pay money to see that. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I would. Like a lot." Then after a pause, as though he was beginning to actually consider the possibility, he said "I doubt she'd ever do it." Amber sucked in smoke. "No she wouldn't. Actually Liz is probably the most obsessive homophobe I know. But hey-" She let out a stream of smoke. "That's what handcuffs are for." She mashed her cigarette in the ashtray with a little extra force. She looked at Ben and grinned before turning around and going back to finish her shift. Ben immediately decided to put that thought out of his head. He didn't see Amber for a few days, but he kept remembering the shape of her black lipstick shifting self-consciously from dead serious to just kidding in the glow of the lights in the parking lot. Those creepy goth lips seemed to know the secrets of the universe. But the thought was truly not possible.
Amber had three days off in a row and no plans. She slept in on the first day, waking up several times but not wanting to get up. She lay in bed thinking about the short discussion about Liz the night before. It was true- Liz was always polite to her, but could never wait to walk away. She had a way of tossing brief disgusted glances at Amber from across the room that seemed to question what the hell was the matter with her. She couldn't help thinking about what she would do if she had Liz strapped to her bed right now- no planning, no consequences, just here and now. She would be lying right here, she thought, with her knees held apart like this. Her boobs would be exposed from the beginning. Just being in the same room with Liz's chest could be considered a form of therapy. Seeing her topless would be like a drug- to hell with taking her bra off slowly. She thought how Ben might have a chance with her if he played the nerd act just right, but Amber was disqualified from the get-go. Such an injustice, too, because she knew she could make that girl's head spin. She knew exactly what to do. She imagined Liz's hips twisting, her back arching, her mouth panting. Her own long black hair falling across Liz's belly, her hands gliding around, her teeth. Liz fussing and whining and trying to hold back. Amber was unbelievably turned on. In her bed she lay rubbing herself, but in her mind it was her wrapped around Liz, pushing button after button after button.
Later Amber was sipping coffee and browsing bit-torrents. She had guiltily searched for lesbian bondage movies for the first time, despite always wanting to, and checked out a few in between more serious files. The less ridiculous ones got her a little excited, but not enough to distract her. Not after having taken care of herself that morning. Then one torrent stood out immediately and almost made her drop her mug. The description mentioned tickling. She had to look again to be sure it did indeed also mention lesbians and bondage. She felt a shiver run down her spine and decided not to look. After working on her computer for a while and getting another cup of coffee, she changed her mind. She was a bit on the deviant side, she had accepted that long ago, but the thoughts running through her mind after seeing that description were a little unwelcome. She couldn't imagine doing something like that to someone. Tickling was going too far. In the end, she had to satisfy her curiosity. As it turned out, the file stopped at 45% and didn't budge for the rest of her three-day weekend. She was glad, because she didn't really want to see it.
When she went back to work, she ended up sitting next to Liz. For 8 hours she didn't speak a word or look once in Liz's direction. At one point the youngest guy in the office, Tim, stopped at Liz's desk to flirt and ended up standing there for 20 minutes. Amber could hear the exhilaration in Liz's voice as she tried to give the dumb fuck as many inviting signs as she could before he left. Soon the inevitable happened, and Liz began giggling coyly at everything he said, some of which was blatantly sexual. Amber had to turn her head in the other direction. She suddenly realized her CD had stopped, so she switched albums and cranked the music up in her headphones. On break again with Ben, the subject of Liz didn't come up. They both wanted to think about it, but neither wanted to talk about it. Knowing the other was thinking about it might make it seem okay. On the way back in, Liz emerged from the elevator as they were entering. She smiled at Ben and almost walked straight into Amber, but jumped away quickly, looking accosted.
As soon as she got home, Amber pulled out the leather cuffs she hadn't used since her last girlfriend and threw herself on the bed. She hastily buckled them around her wrists and ankles and unbuttoned her shirt.
Liz glared up at Amber, speechless. She jerked with all her strength, but the restraints were not impressed. She seemed not to understand what they were made for. Amber sat straddling Liz's hips and quietly watched her breasts rolling and shaking as she squirmed. She knew Liz was in great shape, and could thrash around like that without exhausting herself for a good while. Tiny sparks seemed to go off in her head as she asked Liz if she was ticklish. She filled in Liz's silence with, "'Incredibly. All over. And I fucking hate it.'" Liz's jaw dropped and she searched for something else to look at. Amber ran over that part in her head a few times before deciding the next thing she said would be, "Good." Liz twitched every time Amber moved a hand to brush her hair back or scratch her arm. It made her boobs shake, and Amber made no effort not to stare. She bounced in place a few times to watch, laughing as she decided she finally understood men.
"Oh my goodness, that reminds me. It's not fair for me to keep my shirt on all day, while you have to lie there like that! Hold on." Amber slid her "I Love Pussy" shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. She looked at Liz for a moment. "Oh! Sorry..." She reached back and unbuckled her bra, then shook if off while Liz tried not to look. "I know I'll never have a body like yours, but I think I'm pretty hot. We complement each other well." She held her chest out and waited without moving until Liz looked. She thought about that moment where she would expose herself to Liz for a while, and almost came. Liz would not be able to resist looking at her boobs. She stopped to take off all her clothes for real. In a moment of inspiration, she sat up and buckled her ankle cuffs to the bedposts before continuing the story in her head.
"Okay, Amber. What the hell is it you want? I won't resist. I'll cooperate completely." Amber couldn't think of a clever response to this. She opened her mouth a few times, but in the end just tilted her head and ran her eyes over Liz a few times, growing more and more excited. Finally she replied, "You're tied to a bed, naked, and I'm sitting on you, taking my clothes off. Do you really have no idea what I might want from you? I'll give you a hint- it's too late to offer it to me." Neither one of them spoke for a while.
I can't just revel in this moment forever, Amber thought. She finally reached down and stroked Liz's side. She thought Liz was somewhat prepared for it, but her reaction was still one of extreme shock. Her arms twisted, her eyes clamped shut, and her body jerked as far from Amber's hand as it could, which was not far. Pure euphoria ran through Amber's veins. Touching Liz felt so good. She had found a secret that would light Liz on fire beyond her capacity to think, and had free reign to apply it over and over. She did it again, trying to gauge what spot made Liz react the most. Soon she tried another area closer to her underarm and found that Liz responded far more, with a loud shriek. The same spot on the other side made her immediately twist the other way, but she wrenched her mouth shut and stifled her yell. Amber caressed each side again a few times, getting the same reactions, before realizing that she could tickle both sides at once. She was stroking with her left hand, watching Liz stifle her shriek, and started with the right hand at the same time. Finally she got actual laughter from Liz, lots of it. There was no direction for her to pull in, so she just shook her head and tried to curl her arms up. Tears were starting to appear in Liz's clenched eyes, so Amber stopped to watch her catch her breath.
Amber was too turned on to keep her hands still, and suddenly decided to masturbate right then and there, watching Liz gasping. She leaned back a little and found that she was more than ready. Hearing Liz gasp, "Oh my god, you sick little bitch! You're actually masturbating!" somehow turned her on more than she ever thought, and she started to gasp out loud. "Oh, yes! And I'm... about to... Oh my god! I'm..."
Amber pulled against her ankle cuffs as she came.
http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=36700
http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=34255
http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=34254
And three of these:
http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=29165
But this is the first I've tried writing about it. Obviously the end is not there yet.
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Ben watched Liz from every angle as she walked past to her car, shaking his head. She paid no attention, having developed an unconscious immunity to such reactions. Ben turned to Amber and, before he could say anything, she told him dryly, "I'd lick that for days," and blew out a lungful of smoke. Ben choked on his cigarette. After catching his breath and thinking for a moment, he said, "Well, I believe I would indeed pay money to see that. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I would. Like a lot." Then after a pause, as though he was beginning to actually consider the possibility, he said "I doubt she'd ever do it." Amber sucked in smoke. "No she wouldn't. Actually Liz is probably the most obsessive homophobe I know. But hey-" She let out a stream of smoke. "That's what handcuffs are for." She mashed her cigarette in the ashtray with a little extra force. She looked at Ben and grinned before turning around and going back to finish her shift. Ben immediately decided to put that thought out of his head. He didn't see Amber for a few days, but he kept remembering the shape of her black lipstick shifting self-consciously from dead serious to just kidding in the glow of the lights in the parking lot. Those creepy goth lips seemed to know the secrets of the universe. But the thought was truly not possible.
Amber had three days off in a row and no plans. She slept in on the first day, waking up several times but not wanting to get up. She lay in bed thinking about the short discussion about Liz the night before. It was true- Liz was always polite to her, but could never wait to walk away. She had a way of tossing brief disgusted glances at Amber from across the room that seemed to question what the hell was the matter with her. She couldn't help thinking about what she would do if she had Liz strapped to her bed right now- no planning, no consequences, just here and now. She would be lying right here, she thought, with her knees held apart like this. Her boobs would be exposed from the beginning. Just being in the same room with Liz's chest could be considered a form of therapy. Seeing her topless would be like a drug- to hell with taking her bra off slowly. She thought how Ben might have a chance with her if he played the nerd act just right, but Amber was disqualified from the get-go. Such an injustice, too, because she knew she could make that girl's head spin. She knew exactly what to do. She imagined Liz's hips twisting, her back arching, her mouth panting. Her own long black hair falling across Liz's belly, her hands gliding around, her teeth. Liz fussing and whining and trying to hold back. Amber was unbelievably turned on. In her bed she lay rubbing herself, but in her mind it was her wrapped around Liz, pushing button after button after button.
Later Amber was sipping coffee and browsing bit-torrents. She had guiltily searched for lesbian bondage movies for the first time, despite always wanting to, and checked out a few in between more serious files. The less ridiculous ones got her a little excited, but not enough to distract her. Not after having taken care of herself that morning. Then one torrent stood out immediately and almost made her drop her mug. The description mentioned tickling. She had to look again to be sure it did indeed also mention lesbians and bondage. She felt a shiver run down her spine and decided not to look. After working on her computer for a while and getting another cup of coffee, she changed her mind. She was a bit on the deviant side, she had accepted that long ago, but the thoughts running through her mind after seeing that description were a little unwelcome. She couldn't imagine doing something like that to someone. Tickling was going too far. In the end, she had to satisfy her curiosity. As it turned out, the file stopped at 45% and didn't budge for the rest of her three-day weekend. She was glad, because she didn't really want to see it.
When she went back to work, she ended up sitting next to Liz. For 8 hours she didn't speak a word or look once in Liz's direction. At one point the youngest guy in the office, Tim, stopped at Liz's desk to flirt and ended up standing there for 20 minutes. Amber could hear the exhilaration in Liz's voice as she tried to give the dumb fuck as many inviting signs as she could before he left. Soon the inevitable happened, and Liz began giggling coyly at everything he said, some of which was blatantly sexual. Amber had to turn her head in the other direction. She suddenly realized her CD had stopped, so she switched albums and cranked the music up in her headphones. On break again with Ben, the subject of Liz didn't come up. They both wanted to think about it, but neither wanted to talk about it. Knowing the other was thinking about it might make it seem okay. On the way back in, Liz emerged from the elevator as they were entering. She smiled at Ben and almost walked straight into Amber, but jumped away quickly, looking accosted.
As soon as she got home, Amber pulled out the leather cuffs she hadn't used since her last girlfriend and threw herself on the bed. She hastily buckled them around her wrists and ankles and unbuttoned her shirt.
Liz glared up at Amber, speechless. She jerked with all her strength, but the restraints were not impressed. She seemed not to understand what they were made for. Amber sat straddling Liz's hips and quietly watched her breasts rolling and shaking as she squirmed. She knew Liz was in great shape, and could thrash around like that without exhausting herself for a good while. Tiny sparks seemed to go off in her head as she asked Liz if she was ticklish. She filled in Liz's silence with, "'Incredibly. All over. And I fucking hate it.'" Liz's jaw dropped and she searched for something else to look at. Amber ran over that part in her head a few times before deciding the next thing she said would be, "Good." Liz twitched every time Amber moved a hand to brush her hair back or scratch her arm. It made her boobs shake, and Amber made no effort not to stare. She bounced in place a few times to watch, laughing as she decided she finally understood men.
"Oh my goodness, that reminds me. It's not fair for me to keep my shirt on all day, while you have to lie there like that! Hold on." Amber slid her "I Love Pussy" shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. She looked at Liz for a moment. "Oh! Sorry..." She reached back and unbuckled her bra, then shook if off while Liz tried not to look. "I know I'll never have a body like yours, but I think I'm pretty hot. We complement each other well." She held her chest out and waited without moving until Liz looked. She thought about that moment where she would expose herself to Liz for a while, and almost came. Liz would not be able to resist looking at her boobs. She stopped to take off all her clothes for real. In a moment of inspiration, she sat up and buckled her ankle cuffs to the bedposts before continuing the story in her head.
"Okay, Amber. What the hell is it you want? I won't resist. I'll cooperate completely." Amber couldn't think of a clever response to this. She opened her mouth a few times, but in the end just tilted her head and ran her eyes over Liz a few times, growing more and more excited. Finally she replied, "You're tied to a bed, naked, and I'm sitting on you, taking my clothes off. Do you really have no idea what I might want from you? I'll give you a hint- it's too late to offer it to me." Neither one of them spoke for a while.
I can't just revel in this moment forever, Amber thought. She finally reached down and stroked Liz's side. She thought Liz was somewhat prepared for it, but her reaction was still one of extreme shock. Her arms twisted, her eyes clamped shut, and her body jerked as far from Amber's hand as it could, which was not far. Pure euphoria ran through Amber's veins. Touching Liz felt so good. She had found a secret that would light Liz on fire beyond her capacity to think, and had free reign to apply it over and over. She did it again, trying to gauge what spot made Liz react the most. Soon she tried another area closer to her underarm and found that Liz responded far more, with a loud shriek. The same spot on the other side made her immediately twist the other way, but she wrenched her mouth shut and stifled her yell. Amber caressed each side again a few times, getting the same reactions, before realizing that she could tickle both sides at once. She was stroking with her left hand, watching Liz stifle her shriek, and started with the right hand at the same time. Finally she got actual laughter from Liz, lots of it. There was no direction for her to pull in, so she just shook her head and tried to curl her arms up. Tears were starting to appear in Liz's clenched eyes, so Amber stopped to watch her catch her breath.
Amber was too turned on to keep her hands still, and suddenly decided to masturbate right then and there, watching Liz gasping. She leaned back a little and found that she was more than ready. Hearing Liz gasp, "Oh my god, you sick little bitch! You're actually masturbating!" somehow turned her on more than she ever thought, and she started to gasp out loud. "Oh, yes! And I'm... about to... Oh my god! I'm..."
Amber pulled against her ankle cuffs as she came.
