gth1
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I have a wild imagination. I’ve learned much about myself ever since I was given freedom to explore my fetish. If I had a wish, this is how I would like to be tickled.
I have already taken a shower and spent some time in a Jacuzzi to relax. Now that I am done, it's time for a pedicure. I'm already extremely sensitive, but I want my feet to be soft and susceptible to every sensation.
My clothes are off and I am covered and powder. I lay face up the center of the king size bed. At the edges of the bed of Velcro straps for my ankles and wrists. My arms and legs are spread far apart so as to exposing every inch of skin. There is a brace fashioned to immobilize my head exposing my neck, one of my most ticklish areas. Positioned at different place in the bed are various types of feathers, pen tips and lotions along with an assortment of edible powders, liqueurs and the container of ice cubes.
Most of the time, I would choose to leave my arms and legs free. Normally, I would consider it a challenge to remain still while she has her way with me. But this time, I am well aware, with everything that will happen, but I will need to be rendered immobile. I also want to be able to see everything around me. The fact that I will be completely surrounded from every side will certainly heighten the arousal.
Although many women will be involved in my fantasy, my torment begins with only one. She is central to the illusion because she is central in my life. To be certain, she will be the ONLY one that will actually see. Her face is radiant ... her smile captivating. She speaks to me and whispers. Her very breath is alluring. She knows that I am extremely sensitive to the lightest of touches.
I am bound on a very comfortable mattress that is waist high to the love of my life. There's no foot board nor head board to block her ability to reach out and touch me. She slowly makes her way encircling the bed before reaching out with her hand. Whenever skin she touches already sends me into an amorous giggling delight.
"Do you know that I love you?"
I whispered back, "I know".
With my ankles firmly strapped, I feel my legs lift and a body pillow inserted below my calves. I see her wave her hand and feel liquid dripping down my feet. Two sultry figurines stand at my feet as I feel my toes bend ever so slightly away from them.
I feel a very coarse and pointed tongue sliding in between the toes of my left foot. Five fingers begin a delicate ballet up and down the bottom of that foot while five more fingers slide across the top. My laughter is low and long. She chuckles at my immediate response.
Without warning, the other figuring bends down, putting all the toes of my right foot in her mouth. Her fingers dance along the side of that foot while the tip of a pen cap lightly slides up and down the bottom. My laughter, now more intense, increases in pitch. I want to raise my head until I realize it is immobilized. The pouring liqueur and the attacks on my very ticklish feet will continue nonstop throughout the night.
My manhood is growing while my eyes watch my love lower her head towards my midsection. Her tongue begins its dance across my pelvis. She slides her tongue up towards my hip and down until she reaches my sensitive sac. What was loud and long laughter is now replaced with silent screams of ticklish delight. My feet, already tingling from the tongue and finger dances, are even more ticklish as she continues her assault. She lifts her head and continues to walk around the bed.
With another wave of her hand, I feel ten wiggling fingers covering every inch of my left armpit. My right arm is next with fingers and feathers sliding from wrist to upper arm. Suddenly, more lips kiss and a tongue traverses the hollow of my right armpit.
My love simply laughs at my torment. And while I truly enjoy being tickled and the freedom to not be bound, it is quite a challenge being immobilized. She climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. Before lowering herself on top of me, she reaches down and tickles the sides of my hips. This is ecstasy.
My lover's attacks intensify, wiggling her fingers from the sides of my hips down my pelvis. At the same time, I feel two stiff feathers sliding from other side of my scrotum sac to my perineum. I am insane with delight. I never want it to end.
She places that above my head barely inserted into her. I nearly lose my breath when she moves in small circles with me inside of her. She begins to move ever so slowly up and down on my shaft. There are no moans to be heard. By this time, I am SO ticklish than every move from head to toe only yields more and more laughter. She begins to thrust slowly while her fingers skate and dance across my ribs and stomach. I have never felt so stimulated in my life. My feet, arms ... nearly every inch of me is being tickled at the same time. The love my life sits with me inside of her moving ever so slowly bringing tingles to every inch of my skin. What else could there be?
More hands start to skate across my kneecaps and still more tongues slide across the back of my knees. While my lover plays with my ribs and stomach, more hands find their place at both hips. Finally, my lover stops thrusting long enough to lean down and kiss me.
She raises up and begins to move up and down quickly and forcefully on my manhood. The pressure slowly developing to that point is about to burst. I see her head to fall back in elation as I know she enjoys every part of this. The seed released is lingering and strong. Though I expect her to stop moving, she continues to push. The other fingers, tongues and assortment of tools continue their assault on my body. Every inch of my skin is ticklish beyond belief.
When she finally comes to rest, she looks at me and tells me how much she loves me again. Every tongue and finger continues to slide and dance across my skin as I continue to giggle like a schoolgirl. My lover reaches her fingers to both sides of my neck and smiles as they skate from front to side.
I have tongues in fingers on my feet and in between my toes. There are tongues, fingers and feathers dancing up and down my arms. There are tongues, lips and fingers in both armpits. There is no place immune from this ticklish assault. Now my lover has me inside of her and is tickling my neck. There seems to be no sign of stopping. I am lost. My wish: not to be found.
I have already taken a shower and spent some time in a Jacuzzi to relax. Now that I am done, it's time for a pedicure. I'm already extremely sensitive, but I want my feet to be soft and susceptible to every sensation.
My clothes are off and I am covered and powder. I lay face up the center of the king size bed. At the edges of the bed of Velcro straps for my ankles and wrists. My arms and legs are spread far apart so as to exposing every inch of skin. There is a brace fashioned to immobilize my head exposing my neck, one of my most ticklish areas. Positioned at different place in the bed are various types of feathers, pen tips and lotions along with an assortment of edible powders, liqueurs and the container of ice cubes.
Most of the time, I would choose to leave my arms and legs free. Normally, I would consider it a challenge to remain still while she has her way with me. But this time, I am well aware, with everything that will happen, but I will need to be rendered immobile. I also want to be able to see everything around me. The fact that I will be completely surrounded from every side will certainly heighten the arousal.
Although many women will be involved in my fantasy, my torment begins with only one. She is central to the illusion because she is central in my life. To be certain, she will be the ONLY one that will actually see. Her face is radiant ... her smile captivating. She speaks to me and whispers. Her very breath is alluring. She knows that I am extremely sensitive to the lightest of touches.
I am bound on a very comfortable mattress that is waist high to the love of my life. There's no foot board nor head board to block her ability to reach out and touch me. She slowly makes her way encircling the bed before reaching out with her hand. Whenever skin she touches already sends me into an amorous giggling delight.
"Do you know that I love you?"
I whispered back, "I know".
With my ankles firmly strapped, I feel my legs lift and a body pillow inserted below my calves. I see her wave her hand and feel liquid dripping down my feet. Two sultry figurines stand at my feet as I feel my toes bend ever so slightly away from them.
I feel a very coarse and pointed tongue sliding in between the toes of my left foot. Five fingers begin a delicate ballet up and down the bottom of that foot while five more fingers slide across the top. My laughter is low and long. She chuckles at my immediate response.
Without warning, the other figuring bends down, putting all the toes of my right foot in her mouth. Her fingers dance along the side of that foot while the tip of a pen cap lightly slides up and down the bottom. My laughter, now more intense, increases in pitch. I want to raise my head until I realize it is immobilized. The pouring liqueur and the attacks on my very ticklish feet will continue nonstop throughout the night.
My manhood is growing while my eyes watch my love lower her head towards my midsection. Her tongue begins its dance across my pelvis. She slides her tongue up towards my hip and down until she reaches my sensitive sac. What was loud and long laughter is now replaced with silent screams of ticklish delight. My feet, already tingling from the tongue and finger dances, are even more ticklish as she continues her assault. She lifts her head and continues to walk around the bed.
With another wave of her hand, I feel ten wiggling fingers covering every inch of my left armpit. My right arm is next with fingers and feathers sliding from wrist to upper arm. Suddenly, more lips kiss and a tongue traverses the hollow of my right armpit.
My love simply laughs at my torment. And while I truly enjoy being tickled and the freedom to not be bound, it is quite a challenge being immobilized. She climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. Before lowering herself on top of me, she reaches down and tickles the sides of my hips. This is ecstasy.
My lover's attacks intensify, wiggling her fingers from the sides of my hips down my pelvis. At the same time, I feel two stiff feathers sliding from other side of my scrotum sac to my perineum. I am insane with delight. I never want it to end.
She places that above my head barely inserted into her. I nearly lose my breath when she moves in small circles with me inside of her. She begins to move ever so slowly up and down on my shaft. There are no moans to be heard. By this time, I am SO ticklish than every move from head to toe only yields more and more laughter. She begins to thrust slowly while her fingers skate and dance across my ribs and stomach. I have never felt so stimulated in my life. My feet, arms ... nearly every inch of me is being tickled at the same time. The love my life sits with me inside of her moving ever so slowly bringing tingles to every inch of my skin. What else could there be?
More hands start to skate across my kneecaps and still more tongues slide across the back of my knees. While my lover plays with my ribs and stomach, more hands find their place at both hips. Finally, my lover stops thrusting long enough to lean down and kiss me.
She raises up and begins to move up and down quickly and forcefully on my manhood. The pressure slowly developing to that point is about to burst. I see her head to fall back in elation as I know she enjoys every part of this. The seed released is lingering and strong. Though I expect her to stop moving, she continues to push. The other fingers, tongues and assortment of tools continue their assault on my body. Every inch of my skin is ticklish beyond belief.
When she finally comes to rest, she looks at me and tells me how much she loves me again. Every tongue and finger continues to slide and dance across my skin as I continue to giggle like a schoolgirl. My lover reaches her fingers to both sides of my neck and smiles as they skate from front to side.
I have tongues in fingers on my feet and in between my toes. There are tongues, fingers and feathers dancing up and down my arms. There are tongues, lips and fingers in both armpits. There is no place immune from this ticklish assault. Now my lover has me inside of her and is tickling my neck. There seems to be no sign of stopping. I am lost. My wish: not to be found.
