mistertickle123
TMF Expert
- Joined
- Mar 19, 2003
- Messages
- 302
- Points
- 28
“Happy Birthday.”
I whisper those celebratory words in your ear as I restrain your wrists to the headboard. Hinting for days about a surprise birthday party that was going to be given to you and making believe that I was keeping you away today, to allow our guests to assemble, worked like a charm. You even let me blindfold you before we walked into the empty house so thrilled about being the guest of honor.
Now your most secret & deepest birthday present is about to be given to you.
I just so happened to read your TMF profile & see a few photos of you, and as a friend of yours with a similar secret was very excited about the prospect of giving us both something we’ve dreamed of for a very long time. As friends with occasional benefits, we’ve fooled around a bit and that’s when I first discovered how sensitive and ticklish you were. Many a night I wanted to tease and tickle that beautiful body of yours mercilessly and while we passionately kissed my fingers often lightly traced your skin discovering areas that made you squirm and giggle.
The fact that you tried desperately to hide your ticklishness was more of a turn on than you could ever imagine but I was always too embarrassed to take the sensual tickles to the next level. I never pursued what was a hidden fantasy that we both carried with us but now stumbling on your profile where you proclaim your desire to be tickled to ecstasy & knowing your birthday was coming soon I couldn’t think of a better gift for you.
Adjusting your blindfold, leaning down and kissing your lips, my fingers graze your shoulders. I pull down the spaghetti straps of your dress and you giggle as goosebumps form on your upper body.
“My goodness” I whisper “is someone a little ticklish?”
“No, oh God no I’m not, I swear” you hastily and nervously reply.
“We’’ll see about that soon enough sweetie.”
My fingers languidly walk up the insides of your bound arms from your wrists to your soft, smooth, shaven underarms and stop before they are tempted to wiggle into the sensitive center of your armpits.
Funny, you begin to beg me to stop before I’ve even started.
Straddling your waist, readjusting the blindfold, taking my time, building the anticipation you continue to plead with me to set you free.
“But I do plan to set you free”.
“I’m about to open up a part of you that you’ve locked away since childhood.”
“Your birthday is a fitting time for you to realize that this is something that you have missed out on for so long and never again will you feign embarrassment, never again will you hide the fact that this is a part of you that needs fulfilling.”
My fingers circle the outskirts of your underarms. I feel your warm body wriggle & tense up underneath me as my fingers draw closer to their targets.
“It’s going to be quite a night of awakening” I state as my fingers begin to dance in your creamy hollows of your armpits.
“Mmm! Happy birthday.”
“The best is yet to come…”
I whisper those celebratory words in your ear as I restrain your wrists to the headboard. Hinting for days about a surprise birthday party that was going to be given to you and making believe that I was keeping you away today, to allow our guests to assemble, worked like a charm. You even let me blindfold you before we walked into the empty house so thrilled about being the guest of honor.
Now your most secret & deepest birthday present is about to be given to you.
I just so happened to read your TMF profile & see a few photos of you, and as a friend of yours with a similar secret was very excited about the prospect of giving us both something we’ve dreamed of for a very long time. As friends with occasional benefits, we’ve fooled around a bit and that’s when I first discovered how sensitive and ticklish you were. Many a night I wanted to tease and tickle that beautiful body of yours mercilessly and while we passionately kissed my fingers often lightly traced your skin discovering areas that made you squirm and giggle.
The fact that you tried desperately to hide your ticklishness was more of a turn on than you could ever imagine but I was always too embarrassed to take the sensual tickles to the next level. I never pursued what was a hidden fantasy that we both carried with us but now stumbling on your profile where you proclaim your desire to be tickled to ecstasy & knowing your birthday was coming soon I couldn’t think of a better gift for you.
Adjusting your blindfold, leaning down and kissing your lips, my fingers graze your shoulders. I pull down the spaghetti straps of your dress and you giggle as goosebumps form on your upper body.
“My goodness” I whisper “is someone a little ticklish?”
“No, oh God no I’m not, I swear” you hastily and nervously reply.
“We’’ll see about that soon enough sweetie.”
My fingers languidly walk up the insides of your bound arms from your wrists to your soft, smooth, shaven underarms and stop before they are tempted to wiggle into the sensitive center of your armpits.
Funny, you begin to beg me to stop before I’ve even started.
Straddling your waist, readjusting the blindfold, taking my time, building the anticipation you continue to plead with me to set you free.
“But I do plan to set you free”.
“I’m about to open up a part of you that you’ve locked away since childhood.”
“Your birthday is a fitting time for you to realize that this is something that you have missed out on for so long and never again will you feign embarrassment, never again will you hide the fact that this is a part of you that needs fulfilling.”
My fingers circle the outskirts of your underarms. I feel your warm body wriggle & tense up underneath me as my fingers draw closer to their targets.
“It’s going to be quite a night of awakening” I state as my fingers begin to dance in your creamy hollows of your armpits.
“Mmm! Happy birthday.”
“The best is yet to come…”
