Feathery
1st Level Orange Feather
- Joined
- Oct 14, 2001
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Dear Sex Advice Lady,
I am a well adjusted, well educated female, age 33. I have a wonderful career as a language translator at the United Nations here in New York City. I am engaged to be married to a great guy who also works at the UN. My problem is that I have this disturbing, yet very compelling fantasy.
It goes like this: I am told at work, that I must meet a gentleman about a language development project for my department. He is to pick me up in a limousine and discuss the project over dinner at a rather fancy restaurant. For some reason, I decide to wear an outfit which includes a plumed hat and feathered boa. In fact, it’s an old fashioned outfit, kind of like the clothes that the film stars of the ‘30s and ‘40s wore, like Myrna Loy or Marlene Dietrich. Anyway, the man picks me up from work, and I get into the back of his limo. We start driving around, and I notice we are going in the opposite direction of the restaurant. When I protest, the man grabs me and starts asking me all kinds of questions, to which I know nothing about. It turns out that he’s a spy or secret agent, and he thinks I have information that he wants. When I try to plead my ignorance to his questions, he pulls off his necktie, grabs me by the wrists, and bounds them together. Then he pulls my arms up over my head, and secures my bound wrists to the coat hook in the limo. He says he’s going to ask me one more time, but I still don’t know what he’s talking about. Then he pulls one of the feathers out from my hat, and begins to tickle me with it. I’m incredibly ticklish, and can’t help bursting out in maddening fits of laughter. He continues to tickle me with feathers, his fingers, and even his tongue! He seems to have a devilish instinct in knowing the most susceptible areas of my body for tickling! And so we drive around the city, this strange man tickling my defenseless body, asking me for information that I just can’t provide, all the time driving me to hysterics.
Then the other day, I saw this picture on one of those fetish web sites on the internet (see attatchment). I must confess that I occasionally peruse those. The picture seemed to depict my fantasy precisely...as if it were speaking directly to me! I dare not discuss this with anybody, including my fiance, as I find it embarrassing. Do you think there is something wrong with me?
Yours truly,
Ticklish Translator
I am a well adjusted, well educated female, age 33. I have a wonderful career as a language translator at the United Nations here in New York City. I am engaged to be married to a great guy who also works at the UN. My problem is that I have this disturbing, yet very compelling fantasy.
It goes like this: I am told at work, that I must meet a gentleman about a language development project for my department. He is to pick me up in a limousine and discuss the project over dinner at a rather fancy restaurant. For some reason, I decide to wear an outfit which includes a plumed hat and feathered boa. In fact, it’s an old fashioned outfit, kind of like the clothes that the film stars of the ‘30s and ‘40s wore, like Myrna Loy or Marlene Dietrich. Anyway, the man picks me up from work, and I get into the back of his limo. We start driving around, and I notice we are going in the opposite direction of the restaurant. When I protest, the man grabs me and starts asking me all kinds of questions, to which I know nothing about. It turns out that he’s a spy or secret agent, and he thinks I have information that he wants. When I try to plead my ignorance to his questions, he pulls off his necktie, grabs me by the wrists, and bounds them together. Then he pulls my arms up over my head, and secures my bound wrists to the coat hook in the limo. He says he’s going to ask me one more time, but I still don’t know what he’s talking about. Then he pulls one of the feathers out from my hat, and begins to tickle me with it. I’m incredibly ticklish, and can’t help bursting out in maddening fits of laughter. He continues to tickle me with feathers, his fingers, and even his tongue! He seems to have a devilish instinct in knowing the most susceptible areas of my body for tickling! And so we drive around the city, this strange man tickling my defenseless body, asking me for information that I just can’t provide, all the time driving me to hysterics.
Then the other day, I saw this picture on one of those fetish web sites on the internet (see attatchment). I must confess that I occasionally peruse those. The picture seemed to depict my fantasy precisely...as if it were speaking directly to me! I dare not discuss this with anybody, including my fiance, as I find it embarrassing. Do you think there is something wrong with me?
Yours truly,
Ticklish Translator
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