Ticklish&InLove
TMF Master
- Joined
- Mar 4, 2014
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I don’t want you to be gentle…
I want you to take what you need…
To push me down and hold my wrists above my head,
Steal the kisses you desire…
And let your eyes tell me you will be the one to lead.
I want to feel your fingers drive me towards surrender…
My pleas inconsequential as you multiply the need…
My laughter helpless and frantic, panicked words whispered with a gasp…
Screams of helpless hilarity lost inside the fray…
Professions of limitations defied as you redraw the map.
I want to have each frantic squeal ignored with your confidence…
I want to have my cries for mercy laughed at and tears answered with careless flirtation…
I want to feel your strength be all that you need to hold me down….
I want your power to be enough to render me silent with laughter…
No ties…no gag…just my tears pouring down my cheeks past the ceaseless giggles of my lips.
I want to know there is no escape…
That in this moment there is only you and whatever your imagination might construe.
I want to feel you toy with mind and skin like a card shark…
Promising, yet withholding, sublime reward…
Keeping me twisting, turning, needing within bonds of desire only you control.
I want to not pretend to beg, but for you to know the difference and to demand truth with a touch,
Punishing my attempts at deception with a smirk and increased agony…
Just so that I know, as our eyes meet, I cannot hide my vulnerabilities…
That you will meet each attempt at desperate deception with merciless temptation…
I want to feel you claim me, to tell me with every gesture that I belong to you.
Let there be no doubt, no wondering if another could fulfill the ruthless growing agony you build.
Make me reside upon the edge, body quivering long past the bedroom from every ticklish stroke…
Each a teasing promise of satisfaction to come when you decide it will.
Let me dance for you, my body giggling and blushing under your mischievous ministrations…
To all the world, so innocent, but between us an affirmation of your dominance.
Then when you have decided… perhaps after a night….perhaps after a weekend or a week…
Come to me and say you intend to claim what is yours.
Tease me towards the edge, hot palms over my breasts, lips on my neck….caresses designed to make me moan with sweet anticipated release…
Then at the last second….deny me with swift tickling fingers…
Make me cry from equal parts laughter and agony….
Scream as the perspiration trails down my skin…
Tear promises from my giggling lips…
Professions that you and only you can fulfil my deepest desires for this moment…
Confessions that I want to be at your mercy alone…
Then, when I’m spent…helplessly giggling at your feet…
Embrace me tight, kiss the tears from my cheeks, and make sweet love to me…
Claiming all that is yours….letting me know with a devious smile that I will never be able to hide.
Let me feel you strong arms around my body, safe and surrendering to you…
The warmth and love between us undeniable…
Yet just before we go to sleep…or back out to embrace the world again…
Steal from me the last of my afterglow with teeth nibbling an ear…fingers twisting a nipple…
Lips on neck…hands tickling my sides or between my thighs…
Just so I am reminded I am to remain addicted to your touch,
Forever in need of your permission for sweet release…
My looks of helpless consternation amidst the crowds answered with a playful wink…
My whispers of “Please!” in a restaurant answered with a chuckle and hidden squeeze above the knee…
Timed so I will have to swallow back the squeal, reddened cheeks betraying me as I struggle to speak.
Show me you are the one who will decide when I can and cannot hide…
Pull me close and keep me guessing…perhaps a cuddle or a giggle…perhaps a kiss or agonizing anticipation wondering which your playful mind will decide…
Keep me twisting while I remain constrained by my own skin – it’s nerves loving, anticipating, each ticklish brush of fingertips down my arms…
Nails trailing my back…hands digging into my ribs…the laughter, thick and sweet,
my offering to you as you pull me closer lovingly, but with a strength that won’t be denied, replying in a taunting whisper…a deep sultry voice…spoken in that moment near my ear with a kiss and a playful bite,
“You…are…mine!”
I want you to take what you need…
To push me down and hold my wrists above my head,
Steal the kisses you desire…
And let your eyes tell me you will be the one to lead.
I want to feel your fingers drive me towards surrender…
My pleas inconsequential as you multiply the need…
My laughter helpless and frantic, panicked words whispered with a gasp…
Screams of helpless hilarity lost inside the fray…
Professions of limitations defied as you redraw the map.
I want to have each frantic squeal ignored with your confidence…
I want to have my cries for mercy laughed at and tears answered with careless flirtation…
I want to feel your strength be all that you need to hold me down….
I want your power to be enough to render me silent with laughter…
No ties…no gag…just my tears pouring down my cheeks past the ceaseless giggles of my lips.
I want to know there is no escape…
That in this moment there is only you and whatever your imagination might construe.
I want to feel you toy with mind and skin like a card shark…
Promising, yet withholding, sublime reward…
Keeping me twisting, turning, needing within bonds of desire only you control.
I want to not pretend to beg, but for you to know the difference and to demand truth with a touch,
Punishing my attempts at deception with a smirk and increased agony…
Just so that I know, as our eyes meet, I cannot hide my vulnerabilities…
That you will meet each attempt at desperate deception with merciless temptation…
I want to feel you claim me, to tell me with every gesture that I belong to you.
Let there be no doubt, no wondering if another could fulfill the ruthless growing agony you build.
Make me reside upon the edge, body quivering long past the bedroom from every ticklish stroke…
Each a teasing promise of satisfaction to come when you decide it will.
Let me dance for you, my body giggling and blushing under your mischievous ministrations…
To all the world, so innocent, but between us an affirmation of your dominance.
Then when you have decided… perhaps after a night….perhaps after a weekend or a week…
Come to me and say you intend to claim what is yours.
Tease me towards the edge, hot palms over my breasts, lips on my neck….caresses designed to make me moan with sweet anticipated release…
Then at the last second….deny me with swift tickling fingers…
Make me cry from equal parts laughter and agony….
Scream as the perspiration trails down my skin…
Tear promises from my giggling lips…
Professions that you and only you can fulfil my deepest desires for this moment…
Confessions that I want to be at your mercy alone…
Then, when I’m spent…helplessly giggling at your feet…
Embrace me tight, kiss the tears from my cheeks, and make sweet love to me…
Claiming all that is yours….letting me know with a devious smile that I will never be able to hide.
Let me feel you strong arms around my body, safe and surrendering to you…
The warmth and love between us undeniable…
Yet just before we go to sleep…or back out to embrace the world again…
Steal from me the last of my afterglow with teeth nibbling an ear…fingers twisting a nipple…
Lips on neck…hands tickling my sides or between my thighs…
Just so I am reminded I am to remain addicted to your touch,
Forever in need of your permission for sweet release…
My looks of helpless consternation amidst the crowds answered with a playful wink…
My whispers of “Please!” in a restaurant answered with a chuckle and hidden squeeze above the knee…
Timed so I will have to swallow back the squeal, reddened cheeks betraying me as I struggle to speak.
Show me you are the one who will decide when I can and cannot hide…
Pull me close and keep me guessing…perhaps a cuddle or a giggle…perhaps a kiss or agonizing anticipation wondering which your playful mind will decide…
Keep me twisting while I remain constrained by my own skin – it’s nerves loving, anticipating, each ticklish brush of fingertips down my arms…
Nails trailing my back…hands digging into my ribs…the laughter, thick and sweet,
my offering to you as you pull me closer lovingly, but with a strength that won’t be denied, replying in a taunting whisper…a deep sultry voice…spoken in that moment near my ear with a kiss and a playful bite,
“You…are…mine!”
