I met B on this website in November. We hit it off almost immediately and
quickly became friends. We discovered that we lived near each other, were of
similar age, and that our list of fetishes were very similar. After a few
months of developing trust and friendship, we decided to meet.
I remember it vividly. We met in Payson, Arizona, a cute town about 2 hours
north of Phoenix. In February, Payson has snow on the ground and my footsteps
crunched on the hotel walkway. We had decided that I would drive up first, in
order to prep the room. I checked my phone (again!)- B was to arrive any minute.
There was a knock at the door. Strangely, for a moment, it seemed to be a
stranger. After months of pics and videos, seeing her in person was a shock.
I blinked and it was B, my friend and soon-to-be 'lee.
"I think you'd better... come inside," I spoke with a smile.
This was an inside joke- a line from a movie we had watched together over zoom
once. She replied with the next line:
"It looks like a hunting lodge for a rich weirdo."
With the door closed, there was an enormous tension. Were we going to do this?
Yes, yes we were. I broke the tension by embracing her in an enormous bear hug,
which briefly lifted her smaller body off of the floor.
"Coffee first or tickles?"
Shrugging off her coat, "Fuck coffee. I've been waiting for months."
I urged her toward the wall, pushing her gently, then more firmly with my body.
My hands found hers and I held them above her, pinning them against the wall.
Our kisses started tentatively but quickly grew heated. With my free hand, I
began to explore her body. I grabbed her sideand she squeaked with
ticklishness. Even through the sweater? Perfect. I leaned into her further and
started to explore her side and armpit. My lips peppered hers with kisses as sh
started to laugh. I moved downward and began to nibble her neck, which her
laughing and squirming to redouble.
After a minute, I ceased my ministrations and stepped back. She was panting
already, her dark hair starting to free itself from her scrunchie. I sat on the
bed.
"Sit here, babe," patting my lap.
We had discussed this position many times before and she knew what to do. With
absolutely no hesitation, she sat, facing away from me. I wrapped my arms
around her and hugged her tightly. Bending down to her ear, I murmered
"I'm going to tickle you and tease you until you're begging, B. And then I'm
going to keep tickling you and teasing you until I decide that you've had
enough. You're my helpless prisoner and I'm going to do whatever I want to you.
This, of course, was a lie. With only one agreed-upon exception, her safeword
('dancer') would of course be law. But she shivered at my words, and nodded.
"
I slipped my arms underneath her sweater and palmed her breasts for a few seconds. What? Gimme a break, I love breasts! My arousal surged when I discovered no bra. Then, crossing my arms, my fingers locked in her armpits. She laughed, struggled, and twisted, but she couldn't escape their tickles. I stayed with her as she moved, my fingers tickling as hard as they could. Her hips, I noticed, were starting to roll, seeking to grind. I lifted one knee between her legs and she took the opportunity eagerly. Laughter and empty pleading filled the air. I released one hand and began to tickle her, in the direction of her crotch.
"Wait, for real!"
Something in her voice made me pause. She tore off her sweater, then her shirt. Then she stood and started to unbutton her jeans in a flash.
"It's too good. I can't take it. The waiting! I can't stand waiting! We HAVE to move forward or I'll die," she panted out.
Couldn't stand the waiting? Desperate for more? I'd show her desperate! She hadn't even begun to experience true desperation.
"Get over here, spread your lefs, and put your hands behind your back, elbow to ear," I said, indicating the chair. I fastened her ankles to hind legs, bound her wrists AND forearms, and secured that rope firmly to the rear. With the briefest of foot tickles, ("Hey!" Not her fetish,") I moved around to view my work.
Naked but for rapidly-moistening panties and socks, her deep tan skin glistened with faint sweat. Her nipples were rock-hard and begging for attention. But what captured my attention: her eyes, pupils enormous with desire. I knelt before her and took in the smell of her arousal. So delicious and intense, I throbbed with my own need.
"Prepare yourself" was all I said and then I was tickling her ribs and nuzzling at her inner thighs. My hands were hungry, her laughter intoxicating. Up and down- spidering, poking, stroking, feathering. Meanwhile, I kissed and nuzzled her inner thighs, occasionally giving a light nip. My own need became unbearable. Tickles paused. A hand reached down and pulled her panties to one side. I ducked forward and buried my face in her pussy. She threw her head back with a deep, whorish moan.
I had fantasized about this for ages. I love I love I love eating pussy. Her taste was amazing. Her entire body thrashed as I continued to lavish her with pleasure. But one of my other feep fantasies is orgasm control / edging, so I forced myself to pull away. My hands went back to tickling. Hips, belly, thighs, pits, ribs- she was helpless to resist my sweet torments. On and on I went, savoring her laughter and desperate squirming. Fucking hell, she's hot. I started to eat her out again, this time with two fingers inside her. I pumped slowly as I sucked, aware that she was inches away from orgasm. Her purpling clit received no attention any more. By this cycle, I remembered that my hands exist, so I tickled gently while licking. My coordination wasn't perfect but from the sounds coming out of her, I was managing all right.
Shit! She clamped down on my fingers as I massaged her. She went went absolutely rigid and cried:
"THE OPPOSITE OF DANCER! KEEP GOING IT'S NOW NOW NOW NOW!"
Well, I was disappointed not to achieve my fetish of absolute orgasm control... but I'm not a bastard. My mouth locked on her clit, my fingers twisted her nipples, and I didn't stop until she fell utterly limp against her bondage.
B isn't multiorgasmic. Her sexual response is more like my own- she'd need to rest for a while now. I unclipped what I had to and helped her stumble to the bed.
"That was nice," she said after a minute. "Are you as desperate as I was?" nodding in the general direction of my crotch.
This was one of the peak sexual experiences of my life, god dammit. I wanted sex desperately. But she wouldn't ENJOY it right now. I just couldn't.
"Sleep now. More later."
I started to massage her to bring her down gently... but as my fingers started through her disheveled hair, she honestly let out a single snore, I kid you not. She had been so pent up- more than 3 years, she had said- that aftercare was impossible.
I stayed there for a long time. She was so beautiful, lying like that, it made me dizzy. This hadn't been what we planned: our fantasy-driven list of positions and activities to try went on for pages and hours before she was supposed to climax. But, I thought, as I straighened the cover over her, this was enough. It was, in fact, quite perfect.
quickly became friends. We discovered that we lived near each other, were of
similar age, and that our list of fetishes were very similar. After a few
months of developing trust and friendship, we decided to meet.
I remember it vividly. We met in Payson, Arizona, a cute town about 2 hours
north of Phoenix. In February, Payson has snow on the ground and my footsteps
crunched on the hotel walkway. We had decided that I would drive up first, in
order to prep the room. I checked my phone (again!)- B was to arrive any minute.
There was a knock at the door. Strangely, for a moment, it seemed to be a
stranger. After months of pics and videos, seeing her in person was a shock.
I blinked and it was B, my friend and soon-to-be 'lee.
"I think you'd better... come inside," I spoke with a smile.
This was an inside joke- a line from a movie we had watched together over zoom
once. She replied with the next line:
"It looks like a hunting lodge for a rich weirdo."
With the door closed, there was an enormous tension. Were we going to do this?
Yes, yes we were. I broke the tension by embracing her in an enormous bear hug,
which briefly lifted her smaller body off of the floor.
"Coffee first or tickles?"
Shrugging off her coat, "Fuck coffee. I've been waiting for months."
I urged her toward the wall, pushing her gently, then more firmly with my body.
My hands found hers and I held them above her, pinning them against the wall.
Our kisses started tentatively but quickly grew heated. With my free hand, I
began to explore her body. I grabbed her sideand she squeaked with
ticklishness. Even through the sweater? Perfect. I leaned into her further and
started to explore her side and armpit. My lips peppered hers with kisses as sh
started to laugh. I moved downward and began to nibble her neck, which her
laughing and squirming to redouble.
After a minute, I ceased my ministrations and stepped back. She was panting
already, her dark hair starting to free itself from her scrunchie. I sat on the
bed.
"Sit here, babe," patting my lap.
We had discussed this position many times before and she knew what to do. With
absolutely no hesitation, she sat, facing away from me. I wrapped my arms
around her and hugged her tightly. Bending down to her ear, I murmered
"I'm going to tickle you and tease you until you're begging, B. And then I'm
going to keep tickling you and teasing you until I decide that you've had
enough. You're my helpless prisoner and I'm going to do whatever I want to you.
This, of course, was a lie. With only one agreed-upon exception, her safeword
('dancer') would of course be law. But she shivered at my words, and nodded.
"
I slipped my arms underneath her sweater and palmed her breasts for a few seconds. What? Gimme a break, I love breasts! My arousal surged when I discovered no bra. Then, crossing my arms, my fingers locked in her armpits. She laughed, struggled, and twisted, but she couldn't escape their tickles. I stayed with her as she moved, my fingers tickling as hard as they could. Her hips, I noticed, were starting to roll, seeking to grind. I lifted one knee between her legs and she took the opportunity eagerly. Laughter and empty pleading filled the air. I released one hand and began to tickle her, in the direction of her crotch.
"Wait, for real!"
Something in her voice made me pause. She tore off her sweater, then her shirt. Then she stood and started to unbutton her jeans in a flash.
"It's too good. I can't take it. The waiting! I can't stand waiting! We HAVE to move forward or I'll die," she panted out.
Couldn't stand the waiting? Desperate for more? I'd show her desperate! She hadn't even begun to experience true desperation.
"Get over here, spread your lefs, and put your hands behind your back, elbow to ear," I said, indicating the chair. I fastened her ankles to hind legs, bound her wrists AND forearms, and secured that rope firmly to the rear. With the briefest of foot tickles, ("Hey!" Not her fetish,") I moved around to view my work.
Naked but for rapidly-moistening panties and socks, her deep tan skin glistened with faint sweat. Her nipples were rock-hard and begging for attention. But what captured my attention: her eyes, pupils enormous with desire. I knelt before her and took in the smell of her arousal. So delicious and intense, I throbbed with my own need.
"Prepare yourself" was all I said and then I was tickling her ribs and nuzzling at her inner thighs. My hands were hungry, her laughter intoxicating. Up and down- spidering, poking, stroking, feathering. Meanwhile, I kissed and nuzzled her inner thighs, occasionally giving a light nip. My own need became unbearable. Tickles paused. A hand reached down and pulled her panties to one side. I ducked forward and buried my face in her pussy. She threw her head back with a deep, whorish moan.
I had fantasized about this for ages. I love I love I love eating pussy. Her taste was amazing. Her entire body thrashed as I continued to lavish her with pleasure. But one of my other feep fantasies is orgasm control / edging, so I forced myself to pull away. My hands went back to tickling. Hips, belly, thighs, pits, ribs- she was helpless to resist my sweet torments. On and on I went, savoring her laughter and desperate squirming. Fucking hell, she's hot. I started to eat her out again, this time with two fingers inside her. I pumped slowly as I sucked, aware that she was inches away from orgasm. Her purpling clit received no attention any more. By this cycle, I remembered that my hands exist, so I tickled gently while licking. My coordination wasn't perfect but from the sounds coming out of her, I was managing all right.
Shit! She clamped down on my fingers as I massaged her. She went went absolutely rigid and cried:
"THE OPPOSITE OF DANCER! KEEP GOING IT'S NOW NOW NOW NOW!"
Well, I was disappointed not to achieve my fetish of absolute orgasm control... but I'm not a bastard. My mouth locked on her clit, my fingers twisted her nipples, and I didn't stop until she fell utterly limp against her bondage.
B isn't multiorgasmic. Her sexual response is more like my own- she'd need to rest for a while now. I unclipped what I had to and helped her stumble to the bed.
"That was nice," she said after a minute. "Are you as desperate as I was?" nodding in the general direction of my crotch.
This was one of the peak sexual experiences of my life, god dammit. I wanted sex desperately. But she wouldn't ENJOY it right now. I just couldn't.
"Sleep now. More later."
I started to massage her to bring her down gently... but as my fingers started through her disheveled hair, she honestly let out a single snore, I kid you not. She had been so pent up- more than 3 years, she had said- that aftercare was impossible.
I stayed there for a long time. She was so beautiful, lying like that, it made me dizzy. This hadn't been what we planned: our fantasy-driven list of positions and activities to try went on for pages and hours before she was supposed to climax. But, I thought, as I straighened the cover over her, this was enough. It was, in fact, quite perfect.
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