siamese dream
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I waited til I was in love, and he was my first of everything beyond kissing.
In the earliest days of chat rooms, we met on an Irish chat room called Paddynet. He was from Lisbon Portugal and I from a tiny town called McCune KS. It seems unlikely and unreal, but all told, long distance, we were together for a little over 4 years.
We talked daily. I told him everything... Eventually, I told him about this. He said it was cute. He wanted to hear me giggle and feel me squirming in delighted torment. We made one another squirm quite a lot, from afar. And then in person.
It started playful. I sat in his lap in a chair. His fingertips gently roamed over me. He was cautious and I was ready to leave my sheltered conservative good Christian home, start being free, it was high time to have some risky bad behavior to feel that conservative guilt over, finally. With my encouragement and clear enjoyment, he learned that it was ok to push me further, take our play to incrementally sexier places. We walked all the gravel roads in town to the hills and fields behind the schoolyard. We had a field day out in the fields, in the grass, that he was plucking from my clothes and hair as we walked home. I found out his knees and legs made him jump and wrestle to restrain my hands, to hold them still. He held them and I put his fingertips to my lips, then in my mouth, which he adored. His ears and neck were as sensual to kiss, suck and lick, and got as many kisses as his lips, and he adored me more; we adored each other.
The first few times we moved from "the first time we tried..." to "the first time we tried something a lil kinkier", we used makeshift ties from scarves and pantyhose, it was me as lee first. He got more mischevious and teasing each time. Once he hummed Beethoven's 5th while spidering and jolting my sides, stomach and hips with his hands, you know, "dun dun dun DUN", and so on, faster and sillier. He learned at one point how to position his hands on me, with both thumbs brushing over my nipples, and the other 4 fingers in each armpit, which is a technique I still greatly adore. 🙂 My pleading and squirming would make him immediately relent at first, but he would stay at tickling me a little longer each time after I explained that I didn't really want him to stop. We didn't have a safeword, I don't think I knew yet what one was. It was all brand new.
Finally, he let me tie him. Oh, his mistake there 😉 ... He was even more ticklish than me. At first I didn't try to even get him bound... I could hold my own and get the better of him tickle fighting, and I did! Once I got him on his stomach, me sitting over his lower back, his arms clenched tight to his sides and my little fingers still wedged and wriggling in there, he was a goner, he laughed and laughed til he was red, sweating, and begging me breathlessly. I felt a little bad, that this was my kink he was so kind to indulge, his feelings were not the same as mine, but I made up for it where his feelings were just as thrilled as mine. One thing he loved was teasing - and after him, so did every love of my life that came later, they all adored being teased to orgasm, including my non ticklish eventual husband, who I couldn't get roaring and squirming in helpless laughter, like my first love, but could still get him squirming and helpless in other ways that we both loved. This guy was how all that squirmy love began though, and i showed my love and appreciation direct after each time he allowed me to torture his poor ticklish body. 😉
I don't think there's ever been a guy since, whose begging I enjoyed hearing so much. It was too easy to get him pleading for mercy, really pleading, and it may have been mean but it made me so crazy to hear him. Once he warned in desperation, as I toyed with him, "No, I'll cry!". I answered "No, I really think you'll laugh", and he really did. 😉. One of the first times he let me tie his arms to my headboard, alone in my old room, I started tickling under his arms and he yanked *hard*, the wood creaked loudly, and he yelled between giggles, "I'm breaking your bed, I'm breaking your bed!". He didn't, but that line got laughed about long after that, and we're probably lucky neither of us broke the bed by the end of our romance.
I still wonder if he thinks of these first crazy sexy experiences and thinks, "what a nutty girl, can't believe I put up with all that tickling!" Or if he ever misses it and likes being tickled even a little bit now, because of me. 🙂 I don't know where he is today, but he gave me the best start in love and kinky love I could have asked for, and I'll always be glad for the sweet first love he gave me then, what seems now a lifetime ago. Saudades, te amo, tesão 😉
In the earliest days of chat rooms, we met on an Irish chat room called Paddynet. He was from Lisbon Portugal and I from a tiny town called McCune KS. It seems unlikely and unreal, but all told, long distance, we were together for a little over 4 years.
We talked daily. I told him everything... Eventually, I told him about this. He said it was cute. He wanted to hear me giggle and feel me squirming in delighted torment. We made one another squirm quite a lot, from afar. And then in person.
It started playful. I sat in his lap in a chair. His fingertips gently roamed over me. He was cautious and I was ready to leave my sheltered conservative good Christian home, start being free, it was high time to have some risky bad behavior to feel that conservative guilt over, finally. With my encouragement and clear enjoyment, he learned that it was ok to push me further, take our play to incrementally sexier places. We walked all the gravel roads in town to the hills and fields behind the schoolyard. We had a field day out in the fields, in the grass, that he was plucking from my clothes and hair as we walked home. I found out his knees and legs made him jump and wrestle to restrain my hands, to hold them still. He held them and I put his fingertips to my lips, then in my mouth, which he adored. His ears and neck were as sensual to kiss, suck and lick, and got as many kisses as his lips, and he adored me more; we adored each other.
The first few times we moved from "the first time we tried..." to "the first time we tried something a lil kinkier", we used makeshift ties from scarves and pantyhose, it was me as lee first. He got more mischevious and teasing each time. Once he hummed Beethoven's 5th while spidering and jolting my sides, stomach and hips with his hands, you know, "dun dun dun DUN", and so on, faster and sillier. He learned at one point how to position his hands on me, with both thumbs brushing over my nipples, and the other 4 fingers in each armpit, which is a technique I still greatly adore. 🙂 My pleading and squirming would make him immediately relent at first, but he would stay at tickling me a little longer each time after I explained that I didn't really want him to stop. We didn't have a safeword, I don't think I knew yet what one was. It was all brand new.
Finally, he let me tie him. Oh, his mistake there 😉 ... He was even more ticklish than me. At first I didn't try to even get him bound... I could hold my own and get the better of him tickle fighting, and I did! Once I got him on his stomach, me sitting over his lower back, his arms clenched tight to his sides and my little fingers still wedged and wriggling in there, he was a goner, he laughed and laughed til he was red, sweating, and begging me breathlessly. I felt a little bad, that this was my kink he was so kind to indulge, his feelings were not the same as mine, but I made up for it where his feelings were just as thrilled as mine. One thing he loved was teasing - and after him, so did every love of my life that came later, they all adored being teased to orgasm, including my non ticklish eventual husband, who I couldn't get roaring and squirming in helpless laughter, like my first love, but could still get him squirming and helpless in other ways that we both loved. This guy was how all that squirmy love began though, and i showed my love and appreciation direct after each time he allowed me to torture his poor ticklish body. 😉
I don't think there's ever been a guy since, whose begging I enjoyed hearing so much. It was too easy to get him pleading for mercy, really pleading, and it may have been mean but it made me so crazy to hear him. Once he warned in desperation, as I toyed with him, "No, I'll cry!". I answered "No, I really think you'll laugh", and he really did. 😉. One of the first times he let me tie his arms to my headboard, alone in my old room, I started tickling under his arms and he yanked *hard*, the wood creaked loudly, and he yelled between giggles, "I'm breaking your bed, I'm breaking your bed!". He didn't, but that line got laughed about long after that, and we're probably lucky neither of us broke the bed by the end of our romance.
I still wonder if he thinks of these first crazy sexy experiences and thinks, "what a nutty girl, can't believe I put up with all that tickling!" Or if he ever misses it and likes being tickled even a little bit now, because of me. 🙂 I don't know where he is today, but he gave me the best start in love and kinky love I could have asked for, and I'll always be glad for the sweet first love he gave me then, what seems now a lifetime ago. Saudades, te amo, tesão 😉
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