Dave2112
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I had started seeing Rebekah when she was about 18 I think, and I was 20.
Anyway, she went to school with my keyboard player at the time ( his Dad was in the band too, and I remember we were talking about his upcoming graduation.) He’d raved about her forever, always trying to get in her pants, which even kind of when on after Becky and I became a couple.
She came over to one of our band practices once, invited by my lustful keyboardist, and showed up in this pink skirt with a net-covered belly shirt (‘80’s, remember?), and was giving me the eye all night. I offered to walk her home and we started talking. She was so cute with that teen-age shyness, trying to find a way to say she liked me. I, of course, was young, a budding Dominant, and in a rock band. My groupie-appreciation days were at their peak. It was a pretty cool night.
We had to walk through the woods to get back to her house on the other side of town, and sat down on this big flat rock on the path. She sat back, I put my arm around her waist, and we kissed. Nothing said, just this look, like this was supposed to happen. I was in love.
We talked for a while and she kicked off her shoes. Laying her feet over my lap, I started to stroke them. When I ran my finger over one of her soles, just to check, she giggled, but didn’t seem to really trying to pull her leg back.
“Hey! I’m ticklish,” was about all she said while giving me this sweet look, “Go ahead, find out..”
I was REALLY in love.
Rebekah held her feet out to me and I tickled them, lightly at first and she giggled and laughed, but kept her feet on my lap as best she could. Later in our relationship, she’d discovered her submissive side as we talked about things like that, and it was a good mesh. She was always trying to make me happy. She’d wear something if I asked her to…stuff like that.
So, after a while of me tickling her feet, she gasped and kissed me again. I walked her the rest of the way home.
We began dating, and of course, we wound up discovering that we were sexually compatible, too. She was a sweet girl in bed, one of those quite ones that likes to whisper nice things about you in your ear. This of course led to me tying her up one evening.
Actually, it was more like a pair of handcuffs with her wrists shackled together and over her head to one of the bedposts. But it worked. I laid on her and asked her if she remembered our walk home. She gave me this coy look. I asked her if she were ticklish anywhere else.
“Oh, no…you wouldn’t?” she asked with a smile.
I stroked my fingers down her armpits and she started to buck underneath me.
“Dave, NOOO!!! AAHHHAHAHAHAHGOOOODDDDD!!!!”
She was a screamer when tickled, did I tell you that?
Anyway, I explored her ticklish body, but it never got too intense as her legs and feet were free and as is the way with many young couples, the whole thing turned to sex before too long.
Our time together was great, with her coming over a lot, and me handcuffing her and tickling her. One time, I didn’t even tie her up. Ok, let’s see if I can explain this…
I’m sitting on the couch, watching a Jets game, Rebekah is in my lap, straddling me, facing me. Got it? Ok, she looks me in the eye, and then leans back until her head is touching the floor. Thinking quickly I placed my legs over her arms, which were on the floor, giving her some support. She couldn’t bring her arms up, and with my legs there, she couldn’t get the leverage to pull herself back upright.
I playfully rolled up her sweater, up over her ribs, exposing her flat, stretched belly. Rebekah had the deepest, most perfect navel I’ve ever seen on a girl before or since.
“What are you doing….?” she questioned me.
“Oh, nothing,” I teased.
I began to play my fingers over her belly. I tickled her along her sides, licked at her navel, pinched her sides…the works. She was screeching, and I pretty much tickled her bare midriff until she hollered that the blood was rushing to her head, so of course, I let her up.
And so it went with us…until I decided to move to L.A.
Like I said, I was young and still had my “Rock-Star” delusions, so I headed off to great El Lay with an open heart, empty head and a crying girlfriend.
A few years passed and fate had taken me, chewed me up and spit me out. I returned back to NY with my proverbial tail between my legs. It wasn’t a total loss, I’d managed to do some studio work, and got to meet some cool people…but I really missed Rebekah. I think that’s what really did it.
The night I got back was during the local Fair. My keyboardist and I picked up his girlfriend and we headed down. He said that there was someone who wanted to come with us, so we stopped at a familiar house. In the car popped Rebekah.
Now, she was cute before. She had a kind of innocent, child-like face, big eyes, great tits…maybe a little chunky, not much…she was about 5’8” or so. But the woman who got into the car was stunning.
She’d gotten her hair permed and it fell around her face in a mane of auburn hair highlighted with blonde. She’d gotten an inch taller and looked thinner. Like I said, she was hot before, but…wow! She had a skin-tight pair of black jeans and a black bra-type thing with silver shiny things and a light half-jacket over that. Boots. And she smelled like……DAYUM!
But she was still pissed that I’d taken off to California and made me pay for it for a few days.
So…no welcome home nookie for me the first night. The second night, my “buddy” decided to take us all out to dinner, and then we stayed up playing cards and smoking ‘til we all pretty much passed out.
The third night, she decides to stay home and go to bed early. Things weren’t looking to good for the Kid until my fourth night back and My buddy and his witch….sorry, I mean…girlfriend…(no love lost there, but that’s another story) decide to go out, leaving me alone in their house. (I was staying with them. I didn’t mention it, but give me a break, I’m kinda toasted writing this )
Becky comes over. Dressed to kill of course. White skirt, white jacket. Pretty as hell.
“Ok, I’m sorry,” she says, “I was mad and didn’t want you to think you were just coming home and jumping me, ok? You jerk!” She rapped me on the shoulder.
“But I love you, and I’m glad you’re back,” she said as she put her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“So, we’re cool?” I asked.
“Yeah, we’re cool, you shit.”
We sat on the couch and talked for a while and then she came out and said something that took me aback a little.
“I want you tie me up.”
Just like that, I shit you not. I swear.
“Ok,” I said…pulling her close to me.
“But not like before. I want you to tie my feet, too.”
This was starting to look good.
We went around my friend’s house and found a collection of the aforementioned hellspawn’s scarves. We “borrowed” a few.
I tied Rebekah to the bed in my room. It was a small, single bed with those old iron railings at the top and at the foot. Her hands were lashed together and pulled over her head, tied to the old headboard. Her legs were apart and each ankle was through the rungs of the footboard and tied securely.
She was a sight to see. She had the perfect body for that type of bondage. We went all the way, and I blindfolded her and gagged her. Straddling her, I kissed her gagged lips.
She was writhing around.
“Are you trying to tell me something, hun?” I teased.
“MMnnngghh!! Mmmm..HHMmmm…”
“You want me to…tickle you? Is that what you said?”
“MMMNNNGGGHHH!!!! MMRRGGHH!!!” she screamed into her gag.
“Ok…you’re the boss, I guess.” I went to work.
This was the first time that we’d gone all this way with it. Like I said before, we played around, but this was going to be a long night. I’d never had my honey tied so thoroughly, and with her wanting to be tickled.
I ran my fingers over her armpits and tickled her there to start. She was squealing under the gag and rocking her hips. I ran my fingers, wriggling like crazy, over her ribs and back under her arms. Over her large breasts, back down her ribs. I tickled her without mercy as she continued to moan and scream. I wanted to hear more of that, so I stopped for am moment and pulled off her gag.
“Having fun, honey?” I teased.
“Y-Yeah….You?”
She really was enjoying this. And I think that’s one of the big reasons I loved her. I loved to tickle, and she really did enjoy it, mixed with sex, of course.
She looked me in the eye and said something that to this day I sometimes still dream about.
“Go crazy on me. Tickle me all over and make love to me. I mean it. Don’t hold back. I’ve wanted this since you left.”
Have I mentioned that I really loved that girl?
The next half-hour was not play, or word games or anything of that nature. I was possessed as I circled the bed, tickling the body of my bound girlfriend. I tickled her ribs, pinched her sides, poked under her arms…anything that got a bigger scream or laugh got an extra few moments of intense tickling. The only time I actually stopped to tease was when I got between her feet and gave her that look.
“You want me to?” I said, hovering my wriggling fingers over her bare soles.
“Oh-G-God!! Not them!!!! Ooohhh…don’t tickle my feet?!?!?!?” She was playing, I knew…but she was so damn good at it.
I attacked her soles, tickling them lightly at first, up and down the arches. I alternated feet as I held the toes back with one hand and tickled with the other. I took a tiny feather we’d been playing with and tickled between her toes, sometimes holding them apart with one hand.
This tickle torture went on for quite a bit as I remember. I would start at the top, work down, back up again…all the while, Rebekah screeching and laughing, ooohing and ahhhing.
Things started turning sexual, with the tickling touches occasionally replaced by those of a more intimate nature. As we made love, I continued tickling her, though not as violently. It was more of an erotic slow tickling.
So, Rebekah and I stayed that way for quite some time. We had a great relationship, and our sexuality was perfectly matched.
Alas, things don’t always end Happily Ever After, and Rebekah and I went our separate ways. Don’t ask what happened or how I could let a girl like that get away, it’s a long story. Suffice it to say that I still consider it to be the dumbest move I ever made in my life. (No, I didn’t cheat on her…would you?)
There are times ten years later that I still think about her and wish I’d made different decisions…
(Note: This was a very personal few years of my life that, up until now, I haven’t really shared. I hope you enjoyed it. 😉 )
Anyway, she went to school with my keyboard player at the time ( his Dad was in the band too, and I remember we were talking about his upcoming graduation.) He’d raved about her forever, always trying to get in her pants, which even kind of when on after Becky and I became a couple.
She came over to one of our band practices once, invited by my lustful keyboardist, and showed up in this pink skirt with a net-covered belly shirt (‘80’s, remember?), and was giving me the eye all night. I offered to walk her home and we started talking. She was so cute with that teen-age shyness, trying to find a way to say she liked me. I, of course, was young, a budding Dominant, and in a rock band. My groupie-appreciation days were at their peak. It was a pretty cool night.
We had to walk through the woods to get back to her house on the other side of town, and sat down on this big flat rock on the path. She sat back, I put my arm around her waist, and we kissed. Nothing said, just this look, like this was supposed to happen. I was in love.
We talked for a while and she kicked off her shoes. Laying her feet over my lap, I started to stroke them. When I ran my finger over one of her soles, just to check, she giggled, but didn’t seem to really trying to pull her leg back.
“Hey! I’m ticklish,” was about all she said while giving me this sweet look, “Go ahead, find out..”
I was REALLY in love.
Rebekah held her feet out to me and I tickled them, lightly at first and she giggled and laughed, but kept her feet on my lap as best she could. Later in our relationship, she’d discovered her submissive side as we talked about things like that, and it was a good mesh. She was always trying to make me happy. She’d wear something if I asked her to…stuff like that.
So, after a while of me tickling her feet, she gasped and kissed me again. I walked her the rest of the way home.
We began dating, and of course, we wound up discovering that we were sexually compatible, too. She was a sweet girl in bed, one of those quite ones that likes to whisper nice things about you in your ear. This of course led to me tying her up one evening.
Actually, it was more like a pair of handcuffs with her wrists shackled together and over her head to one of the bedposts. But it worked. I laid on her and asked her if she remembered our walk home. She gave me this coy look. I asked her if she were ticklish anywhere else.
“Oh, no…you wouldn’t?” she asked with a smile.
I stroked my fingers down her armpits and she started to buck underneath me.
“Dave, NOOO!!! AAHHHAHAHAHAHGOOOODDDDD!!!!”
She was a screamer when tickled, did I tell you that?
Anyway, I explored her ticklish body, but it never got too intense as her legs and feet were free and as is the way with many young couples, the whole thing turned to sex before too long.
Our time together was great, with her coming over a lot, and me handcuffing her and tickling her. One time, I didn’t even tie her up. Ok, let’s see if I can explain this…
I’m sitting on the couch, watching a Jets game, Rebekah is in my lap, straddling me, facing me. Got it? Ok, she looks me in the eye, and then leans back until her head is touching the floor. Thinking quickly I placed my legs over her arms, which were on the floor, giving her some support. She couldn’t bring her arms up, and with my legs there, she couldn’t get the leverage to pull herself back upright.
I playfully rolled up her sweater, up over her ribs, exposing her flat, stretched belly. Rebekah had the deepest, most perfect navel I’ve ever seen on a girl before or since.
“What are you doing….?” she questioned me.
“Oh, nothing,” I teased.
I began to play my fingers over her belly. I tickled her along her sides, licked at her navel, pinched her sides…the works. She was screeching, and I pretty much tickled her bare midriff until she hollered that the blood was rushing to her head, so of course, I let her up.
And so it went with us…until I decided to move to L.A.
Like I said, I was young and still had my “Rock-Star” delusions, so I headed off to great El Lay with an open heart, empty head and a crying girlfriend.
A few years passed and fate had taken me, chewed me up and spit me out. I returned back to NY with my proverbial tail between my legs. It wasn’t a total loss, I’d managed to do some studio work, and got to meet some cool people…but I really missed Rebekah. I think that’s what really did it.
The night I got back was during the local Fair. My keyboardist and I picked up his girlfriend and we headed down. He said that there was someone who wanted to come with us, so we stopped at a familiar house. In the car popped Rebekah.
Now, she was cute before. She had a kind of innocent, child-like face, big eyes, great tits…maybe a little chunky, not much…she was about 5’8” or so. But the woman who got into the car was stunning.
She’d gotten her hair permed and it fell around her face in a mane of auburn hair highlighted with blonde. She’d gotten an inch taller and looked thinner. Like I said, she was hot before, but…wow! She had a skin-tight pair of black jeans and a black bra-type thing with silver shiny things and a light half-jacket over that. Boots. And she smelled like……DAYUM!
But she was still pissed that I’d taken off to California and made me pay for it for a few days.
So…no welcome home nookie for me the first night. The second night, my “buddy” decided to take us all out to dinner, and then we stayed up playing cards and smoking ‘til we all pretty much passed out.
The third night, she decides to stay home and go to bed early. Things weren’t looking to good for the Kid until my fourth night back and My buddy and his witch….sorry, I mean…girlfriend…(no love lost there, but that’s another story) decide to go out, leaving me alone in their house. (I was staying with them. I didn’t mention it, but give me a break, I’m kinda toasted writing this )
Becky comes over. Dressed to kill of course. White skirt, white jacket. Pretty as hell.
“Ok, I’m sorry,” she says, “I was mad and didn’t want you to think you were just coming home and jumping me, ok? You jerk!” She rapped me on the shoulder.
“But I love you, and I’m glad you’re back,” she said as she put her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“So, we’re cool?” I asked.
“Yeah, we’re cool, you shit.”
We sat on the couch and talked for a while and then she came out and said something that took me aback a little.
“I want you tie me up.”
Just like that, I shit you not. I swear.
“Ok,” I said…pulling her close to me.
“But not like before. I want you to tie my feet, too.”
This was starting to look good.
We went around my friend’s house and found a collection of the aforementioned hellspawn’s scarves. We “borrowed” a few.
I tied Rebekah to the bed in my room. It was a small, single bed with those old iron railings at the top and at the foot. Her hands were lashed together and pulled over her head, tied to the old headboard. Her legs were apart and each ankle was through the rungs of the footboard and tied securely.
She was a sight to see. She had the perfect body for that type of bondage. We went all the way, and I blindfolded her and gagged her. Straddling her, I kissed her gagged lips.
She was writhing around.
“Are you trying to tell me something, hun?” I teased.
“MMnnngghh!! Mmmm..HHMmmm…”
“You want me to…tickle you? Is that what you said?”
“MMMNNNGGGHHH!!!! MMRRGGHH!!!” she screamed into her gag.
“Ok…you’re the boss, I guess.” I went to work.
This was the first time that we’d gone all this way with it. Like I said before, we played around, but this was going to be a long night. I’d never had my honey tied so thoroughly, and with her wanting to be tickled.
I ran my fingers over her armpits and tickled her there to start. She was squealing under the gag and rocking her hips. I ran my fingers, wriggling like crazy, over her ribs and back under her arms. Over her large breasts, back down her ribs. I tickled her without mercy as she continued to moan and scream. I wanted to hear more of that, so I stopped for am moment and pulled off her gag.
“Having fun, honey?” I teased.
“Y-Yeah….You?”
She really was enjoying this. And I think that’s one of the big reasons I loved her. I loved to tickle, and she really did enjoy it, mixed with sex, of course.
She looked me in the eye and said something that to this day I sometimes still dream about.
“Go crazy on me. Tickle me all over and make love to me. I mean it. Don’t hold back. I’ve wanted this since you left.”
Have I mentioned that I really loved that girl?
The next half-hour was not play, or word games or anything of that nature. I was possessed as I circled the bed, tickling the body of my bound girlfriend. I tickled her ribs, pinched her sides, poked under her arms…anything that got a bigger scream or laugh got an extra few moments of intense tickling. The only time I actually stopped to tease was when I got between her feet and gave her that look.
“You want me to?” I said, hovering my wriggling fingers over her bare soles.
“Oh-G-God!! Not them!!!! Ooohhh…don’t tickle my feet?!?!?!?” She was playing, I knew…but she was so damn good at it.
I attacked her soles, tickling them lightly at first, up and down the arches. I alternated feet as I held the toes back with one hand and tickled with the other. I took a tiny feather we’d been playing with and tickled between her toes, sometimes holding them apart with one hand.
This tickle torture went on for quite a bit as I remember. I would start at the top, work down, back up again…all the while, Rebekah screeching and laughing, ooohing and ahhhing.
Things started turning sexual, with the tickling touches occasionally replaced by those of a more intimate nature. As we made love, I continued tickling her, though not as violently. It was more of an erotic slow tickling.
So, Rebekah and I stayed that way for quite some time. We had a great relationship, and our sexuality was perfectly matched.
Alas, things don’t always end Happily Ever After, and Rebekah and I went our separate ways. Don’t ask what happened or how I could let a girl like that get away, it’s a long story. Suffice it to say that I still consider it to be the dumbest move I ever made in my life. (No, I didn’t cheat on her…would you?)
There are times ten years later that I still think about her and wish I’d made different decisions…
(Note: This was a very personal few years of my life that, up until now, I haven’t really shared. I hope you enjoyed it. 😉 )
