Volsung1
1st Level Red Feather
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Smooth skin, cool... exposed.
You force your sub-conscience to, at least this time, hold the ticking in check.
Remain calm...
Your conscience mind however, knowing what awaits, races towards panic.
You justify it all in your mind.
"It's just a tickle, an itch... there's nothing even special about him."
Before he even begins, your inner-self knows that you can't win.
You cannot move nor wiggle as you see him walk to the foot of the bed.
You want to laugh already but you know that would only turn him on more.
You stare at the ceiling, trying to concentrate, trying to block any feeling out.
Then it comes, that lightest touch of feather against a well pampered sole.
It holds stationary, like a butterfly exploring a newly budding flower.
It itches, you involuntary try to move, to scratch it off, but you can't move at all.
You are pinned, helpless and are being forced to feel the growing tickle.
The tickle which represents your inability of controlling the situation.
You defiantly suppress a giggle as you feel the "butterflies kiss" slowly move.
The feather, playfully bounces across the soft wrinkles of skin.
You are angry because you are losing control and shout a warning to stop.
But the tickling does not stop.
The feather now sweeps quickly over both feet, fanning the length of your ever ticklish soles.
Your indignant threats conflict as the anger in your voice melts into fits of giggling.
He starts to laugh too, which sends you over the edge as he feather tickles your toes.
You try to catch your breath as he spins the feather in-between each toe.
It is a fit of continuous laugher that makes your sides hurt.
The feather bends and flexes as it rebounds off of each ticklish toe.
It tickles so much that it is making your private part wet.
He rakes his fingernails now over your smooth, flushed soles.
The previously lightly teased nerve endings, explode with ticklishness.
You are unable to catch your breath now as your laughter slowly gets softer.
His fingertips probe and tease just under your wiggling toes.
The extreme pleasure signal in your brain becomes intertwined with the sexual pleasure zone.
He now starts to suck your toes tenderly as he continues to fingertip tickle your soles.
Your getting SO hot, SO turned on, SO horny!
You can feel his wet tongue manipulating each toe as he lightly sucks each in turn.
You can imagine him licking your clit, it's so wet!
His tongue teases the balls of your feet now.
You shudder as the waves of orgasm is now just seconds away.
He tickles the wetness of the balls of your feet... your toes...
Hard contractions come, yet you still cannot move.
Unable to control the balance between the tickling and the unstoppable approaching orgasm.
He sucks very hard on your toes now and teases the wetness with his tongue.
Your laughter signals the rushing orgasm as you cum very hard.
He feather tickles your feet dry as you weakly whisper for him to tickle your feet again.
You force your sub-conscience to, at least this time, hold the ticking in check.
Remain calm...
Your conscience mind however, knowing what awaits, races towards panic.
You justify it all in your mind.
"It's just a tickle, an itch... there's nothing even special about him."
Before he even begins, your inner-self knows that you can't win.
You cannot move nor wiggle as you see him walk to the foot of the bed.
You want to laugh already but you know that would only turn him on more.
You stare at the ceiling, trying to concentrate, trying to block any feeling out.
Then it comes, that lightest touch of feather against a well pampered sole.
It holds stationary, like a butterfly exploring a newly budding flower.
It itches, you involuntary try to move, to scratch it off, but you can't move at all.
You are pinned, helpless and are being forced to feel the growing tickle.
The tickle which represents your inability of controlling the situation.
You defiantly suppress a giggle as you feel the "butterflies kiss" slowly move.
The feather, playfully bounces across the soft wrinkles of skin.
You are angry because you are losing control and shout a warning to stop.
But the tickling does not stop.
The feather now sweeps quickly over both feet, fanning the length of your ever ticklish soles.
Your indignant threats conflict as the anger in your voice melts into fits of giggling.
He starts to laugh too, which sends you over the edge as he feather tickles your toes.
You try to catch your breath as he spins the feather in-between each toe.
It is a fit of continuous laugher that makes your sides hurt.
The feather bends and flexes as it rebounds off of each ticklish toe.
It tickles so much that it is making your private part wet.
He rakes his fingernails now over your smooth, flushed soles.
The previously lightly teased nerve endings, explode with ticklishness.
You are unable to catch your breath now as your laughter slowly gets softer.
His fingertips probe and tease just under your wiggling toes.
The extreme pleasure signal in your brain becomes intertwined with the sexual pleasure zone.
He now starts to suck your toes tenderly as he continues to fingertip tickle your soles.
Your getting SO hot, SO turned on, SO horny!
You can feel his wet tongue manipulating each toe as he lightly sucks each in turn.
You can imagine him licking your clit, it's so wet!
His tongue teases the balls of your feet now.
You shudder as the waves of orgasm is now just seconds away.
He tickles the wetness of the balls of your feet... your toes...
Hard contractions come, yet you still cannot move.
Unable to control the balance between the tickling and the unstoppable approaching orgasm.
He sucks very hard on your toes now and teases the wetness with his tongue.
Your laughter signals the rushing orgasm as you cum very hard.
He feather tickles your feet dry as you weakly whisper for him to tickle your feet again.
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