I had a dream that almost killed me. It was so erotic and so utterly explosive that I nearly ejaculated in my sleep.
See, I know I've passed word around here that I have a friend coming up in a short while here, and I'm expecting multiple occurences as far as ticking goes. I know I've also said I'd post what happens. Well, it got pushed forward about 3 weeks now, and we arn't sure if she can make it or not (UPDATE: She didn't make it
But we're going to see if she can sometime later)...so I'm pretty bummed out for the moment, seeing as how I might miss out on what could be some of the best time...well, times, of my life. Anyway, I guess my mind processed it and I started to fantasize. I'll tell you what happened the best I can. For the sake of name protection, I'll call her...Kirsten. I've got a thing for K names...what can I say.
She is incredible (Yeah, I said IS. And I've seen her for myself in enough photos and webcam to know). About 5'3" or so in height, as apposed to my towering 6'2", she has long brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a nice shapely figure, or as I like to call it, "pleasently plump". There is enough meat on her to keep her looking just as cute as ever, without making her look overweight or incredibly skinny. It's my preferred body type actually. To top it off, a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, and an even cuter laugh.
The dream began with me dropping by a friend's house, and seeing Kirstie waiting for me, just sitting on the couch for some reason. She wore a casual pink tank top, and blue denim jeans. I had brought some pop and food for my friend and I, because we were going to hang out and play some games or something. I immidiately dropped everything in complete surprise. She looked at me with that JAW DROPPING gorgeous smile that would have made me faint if it were really there. Then she let out the cutest giggle ever imagineable. It's the kind of giggle where you can really capture the innocence of the person. It overwhelmed me. I'd been waiting to meet this girl for some time, she's really important to me; a great friend who's always stuck by me and talked to me about anything when I needed it (and I've got to admit, I'm attracted to her immensely). So I started running, feeling like I'm about to cry tears of joy, and hop on the couch with her. We began talking, just passing the time with small talk like we always have, and then we started talking about it. (The descriptions of her feet pretty accurate by the way, as I've said, I've seen pics and webcam.)
"So, you still gonna tickle me?" She cooed, with another cute giggle.
I nodded quickly and said "Yeah! I've been looking forward to it forever!"
"Well then..." She said softly, as she slipped off her shoes, and brought a leg up slowly into my lap. Even through her tight ankle socks, her feet were a sight to behold. Perfectly shaped, as if they belonged to a god! Size 6 and a half, nice and small, again, perfect for me. A nice, normal arch, and even though I do prefer high arches, they were all the more beautiful. She had nice, chubby toes. Even her heels seemed to be perfectly shaped. Her feet were quite preportional, a bit chubby, and perfect in my eyes!
I couldn't help myself. This was it. I even smelled the aroma now, the slight, warm, inviting smell of a woman's foot. I sat and admired her foot for the longest time, not even realizing that I hadn't taken off the sock yet!
"Well? You going to stare at my feet all day or are you going to tickle me?" She smiled, then looked at the TV, which I had never noticed was on until now. The sight of her had distracted me too much. Oddly enough...it instantly turned to static. She shrugged and looked at me again. I didn't know what that was all about, but I didn't care either. :happy:
"It's just...you have beautiful feet. I couldn't help but admire them." I said slowly, trying not to stutter.
"How sweet of you!" She giggled. "Well, I'm ready when you are."
"Only one foot?" I teased at her, then she laughed and wiggled her index finger back and forth at me. "Now now, no need to be hasty. You promised me this would be done my way. I want you to go slow, and I don't want you tickling both at once yet. I have to get into it first or I won't like it."
She was right. I had promised her that if she let me tickle her to my heart's content, I'd do it her way, and I'd give her pillows, drinks, anything she wanted to help her be comfortable. Why? Because she'd explained to me on multiple occasions that she was so ticklish, even a few seconds of straight tickling drove her into hystarics. It needed to be done slow if I wanted it to be comfortable at all for her.
"Well okay...but don't think I've given up." I said softly. Then she winked at me. That's all I needed!
I looked over her socked foot one more time. The last thought I had before I slowly peeled her sock off was, "This is too good to be true. I'm going to have to make this last."
And boy did I. I peeled that sock off so slowly that she even giggled and said it tickled. I felt myself getting hornier by the second, as my eyes shined in the brilliance that unfolded before me. Centimeter by centimeter, her perfect foot was revealed to me, and all I could do was open my eyes wide in awe. It was finally off, and her astonishingly beautiful foot now lay in my lap, ready for any tickling I had to dish out. I looked over it. I thought at that moment that she HAD to get regular pedicures, because her feet were just gleaming with beauty. Every curve and crevice was more alluring than the last, and the soft looking toes and arches of her foot nearly made me explode with the desire to tickle her.
My heart began beating faster as I got into a comfortable position. I let my index finger extend slowly, and pressed it gently onto her soft heel, which had a light shade of pink to it. I kid you not when I say her entire body shuddered. Perfect. This was going to be too much fun. I slowly but surely, dragged that single finger up her foot and down again, just as I had been instructed. Never speeding up, just with a slow, steady rythym. She squeeled in delight as the electric pulses of ticklishness shot through her body. She was wiggling ever so slightly and giggling like crazy as the feel of my finger running over the same spot over and over drove her mad.
"It..HEHEHE...tickles...hehehHEHEHE! But..heheHAHA...don't stop...hehehehehe....it feels good..."
I don't know how long it was in my dream, but it felt like it lasted forever as she always repeated "It tickles..." or "Oh god..." followed by a stream of giggles. I could tell she was enjoying it, because while she twitched that tiny twitch she did, she never tried to pull away at all, never jerking. She only sat there and twitched as my finger moved up and down and up and down. I was really starting to feel it now. The enlarged tent of my pants was now unmistakeable, and it was pressing so hard that it was even beginning to get a little uncomfortable. I knew she didn't want it to stop, and I wasn't going to let her down.
It was a dream, so I have no idea how long my dream predicted that time period as. But it was a long time. By the time it was over, it had felt like days...weeks even.
She didn't stop giggling when I finally let up. I wanted to calm the intensity, so I placed both of my hands on her soft feet. My body was begging me to let it tickle her. I needed it...her feet called out to me, just waiting for that next touch of ticklish electricity, shooting through her body. But I knew it wasn't the time, and instead, placed myself in the right position before applying a nice massage. Her giggling slowly faded as she let out comments such as "You're too kind to me..." or "Mmm...that feels really good..." This lasted a while longer until I let myself feel over the soft arches, soles, and pads of her toes. She laughed and told me to knock it off.
"Oh, sorry!" I said, afraid I had tickled when I shouldn't have.
"No, it's just it REALLY tickled!" Now, she brought that foot out of my lap, and placed her other in it's place. This foot was just as the last, except opposite. The same odor, warmth, and shape sat in my lap. With the same delicate touch of the last foot, I repeated, and slowly but surely peeled that sock off. Again, she giggled.
It was too much for me. I gave into my will, even though I knew she'd be upset, and shot a finger up her foot. She screamed in laughter instantly.
"Careful!" She laughed.
"Sorry...I couldn't resist...my finger just slipped..." I blushed.
"It's okay, but you ought to watch yourself..." She warned me with a hint of teasing in her voice.
My fingers ached to do it again, just to unleash all the ticklish fury I could muster...but my mind wouldn't do that again. I knew that if I wanted to tickle her, I'd have to follow her rules. Reluctantly, I placed my finger on her foot gently again. But this time, it was on the ball of her foot, right under her big toe. She shuddered a little more this time. I'd have to keep that in mind for later. I began the slow, torturous, yet sensual tickling treatment once again. This time, she giggled a little louder, and let out an occasional laugh. Me tickling her this way was only making her more sensitive!
This one seemed to continue forever as well, her giggling progressing until she finally had to beg me to stop. It was becoming too much. She rolled over on her stomach, and her toes twitched, along with the rest of her foot. It was pink, and sooo soft to the touch. I couldn't help it. I needed to touch those feet again. I picked up her foot and began massaging it like the other. I got the same reactions. She loved it.
I knew now, I was almost sure I'd let go if this held out too much longer. The only problem with that is, once I've gone and done it, I become anti-sexual for a while, so the tickling wouldn't be enjoyable to me if I let myself go. This had gone from pure joy to pure agony as I realized I'd have to push myself to the limit trying to hold it in. The maddening burn grew larger and larger as I worked my hands over her feet, soft as silk and ticklish as could be.
It was at that point that I woke up. I was sweating, a LOT, and I had such a huge erection that I had to jump my way into the bathroom, and finish myself off. It was definately one of the best tickling experiences I'd ever had, and it was only but a dream. I thought I was going crazy, fantasizing like this, but at the same time, it makes me have higher hopes.
See, I know I've passed word around here that I have a friend coming up in a short while here, and I'm expecting multiple occurences as far as ticking goes. I know I've also said I'd post what happens. Well, it got pushed forward about 3 weeks now, and we arn't sure if she can make it or not (UPDATE: She didn't make it
But we're going to see if she can sometime later)...so I'm pretty bummed out for the moment, seeing as how I might miss out on what could be some of the best time...well, times, of my life. Anyway, I guess my mind processed it and I started to fantasize. I'll tell you what happened the best I can. For the sake of name protection, I'll call her...Kirsten. I've got a thing for K names...what can I say.She is incredible (Yeah, I said IS. And I've seen her for myself in enough photos and webcam to know). About 5'3" or so in height, as apposed to my towering 6'2", she has long brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a nice shapely figure, or as I like to call it, "pleasently plump". There is enough meat on her to keep her looking just as cute as ever, without making her look overweight or incredibly skinny. It's my preferred body type actually. To top it off, a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, and an even cuter laugh.
The dream began with me dropping by a friend's house, and seeing Kirstie waiting for me, just sitting on the couch for some reason. She wore a casual pink tank top, and blue denim jeans. I had brought some pop and food for my friend and I, because we were going to hang out and play some games or something. I immidiately dropped everything in complete surprise. She looked at me with that JAW DROPPING gorgeous smile that would have made me faint if it were really there. Then she let out the cutest giggle ever imagineable. It's the kind of giggle where you can really capture the innocence of the person. It overwhelmed me. I'd been waiting to meet this girl for some time, she's really important to me; a great friend who's always stuck by me and talked to me about anything when I needed it (and I've got to admit, I'm attracted to her immensely). So I started running, feeling like I'm about to cry tears of joy, and hop on the couch with her. We began talking, just passing the time with small talk like we always have, and then we started talking about it. (The descriptions of her feet pretty accurate by the way, as I've said, I've seen pics and webcam.)
"So, you still gonna tickle me?" She cooed, with another cute giggle.
I nodded quickly and said "Yeah! I've been looking forward to it forever!"
"Well then..." She said softly, as she slipped off her shoes, and brought a leg up slowly into my lap. Even through her tight ankle socks, her feet were a sight to behold. Perfectly shaped, as if they belonged to a god! Size 6 and a half, nice and small, again, perfect for me. A nice, normal arch, and even though I do prefer high arches, they were all the more beautiful. She had nice, chubby toes. Even her heels seemed to be perfectly shaped. Her feet were quite preportional, a bit chubby, and perfect in my eyes!
I couldn't help myself. This was it. I even smelled the aroma now, the slight, warm, inviting smell of a woman's foot. I sat and admired her foot for the longest time, not even realizing that I hadn't taken off the sock yet!
"Well? You going to stare at my feet all day or are you going to tickle me?" She smiled, then looked at the TV, which I had never noticed was on until now. The sight of her had distracted me too much. Oddly enough...it instantly turned to static. She shrugged and looked at me again. I didn't know what that was all about, but I didn't care either. :happy:
"It's just...you have beautiful feet. I couldn't help but admire them." I said slowly, trying not to stutter.
"How sweet of you!" She giggled. "Well, I'm ready when you are."
"Only one foot?" I teased at her, then she laughed and wiggled her index finger back and forth at me. "Now now, no need to be hasty. You promised me this would be done my way. I want you to go slow, and I don't want you tickling both at once yet. I have to get into it first or I won't like it."
She was right. I had promised her that if she let me tickle her to my heart's content, I'd do it her way, and I'd give her pillows, drinks, anything she wanted to help her be comfortable. Why? Because she'd explained to me on multiple occasions that she was so ticklish, even a few seconds of straight tickling drove her into hystarics. It needed to be done slow if I wanted it to be comfortable at all for her.
"Well okay...but don't think I've given up." I said softly. Then she winked at me. That's all I needed!
I looked over her socked foot one more time. The last thought I had before I slowly peeled her sock off was, "This is too good to be true. I'm going to have to make this last."
And boy did I. I peeled that sock off so slowly that she even giggled and said it tickled. I felt myself getting hornier by the second, as my eyes shined in the brilliance that unfolded before me. Centimeter by centimeter, her perfect foot was revealed to me, and all I could do was open my eyes wide in awe. It was finally off, and her astonishingly beautiful foot now lay in my lap, ready for any tickling I had to dish out. I looked over it. I thought at that moment that she HAD to get regular pedicures, because her feet were just gleaming with beauty. Every curve and crevice was more alluring than the last, and the soft looking toes and arches of her foot nearly made me explode with the desire to tickle her.
My heart began beating faster as I got into a comfortable position. I let my index finger extend slowly, and pressed it gently onto her soft heel, which had a light shade of pink to it. I kid you not when I say her entire body shuddered. Perfect. This was going to be too much fun. I slowly but surely, dragged that single finger up her foot and down again, just as I had been instructed. Never speeding up, just with a slow, steady rythym. She squeeled in delight as the electric pulses of ticklishness shot through her body. She was wiggling ever so slightly and giggling like crazy as the feel of my finger running over the same spot over and over drove her mad.
"It..HEHEHE...tickles...hehehHEHEHE! But..heheHAHA...don't stop...hehehehehe....it feels good..."
I don't know how long it was in my dream, but it felt like it lasted forever as she always repeated "It tickles..." or "Oh god..." followed by a stream of giggles. I could tell she was enjoying it, because while she twitched that tiny twitch she did, she never tried to pull away at all, never jerking. She only sat there and twitched as my finger moved up and down and up and down. I was really starting to feel it now. The enlarged tent of my pants was now unmistakeable, and it was pressing so hard that it was even beginning to get a little uncomfortable. I knew she didn't want it to stop, and I wasn't going to let her down.
It was a dream, so I have no idea how long my dream predicted that time period as. But it was a long time. By the time it was over, it had felt like days...weeks even.
She didn't stop giggling when I finally let up. I wanted to calm the intensity, so I placed both of my hands on her soft feet. My body was begging me to let it tickle her. I needed it...her feet called out to me, just waiting for that next touch of ticklish electricity, shooting through her body. But I knew it wasn't the time, and instead, placed myself in the right position before applying a nice massage. Her giggling slowly faded as she let out comments such as "You're too kind to me..." or "Mmm...that feels really good..." This lasted a while longer until I let myself feel over the soft arches, soles, and pads of her toes. She laughed and told me to knock it off.
"Oh, sorry!" I said, afraid I had tickled when I shouldn't have.
"No, it's just it REALLY tickled!" Now, she brought that foot out of my lap, and placed her other in it's place. This foot was just as the last, except opposite. The same odor, warmth, and shape sat in my lap. With the same delicate touch of the last foot, I repeated, and slowly but surely peeled that sock off. Again, she giggled.
It was too much for me. I gave into my will, even though I knew she'd be upset, and shot a finger up her foot. She screamed in laughter instantly.
"Careful!" She laughed.
"Sorry...I couldn't resist...my finger just slipped..." I blushed.
"It's okay, but you ought to watch yourself..." She warned me with a hint of teasing in her voice.
My fingers ached to do it again, just to unleash all the ticklish fury I could muster...but my mind wouldn't do that again. I knew that if I wanted to tickle her, I'd have to follow her rules. Reluctantly, I placed my finger on her foot gently again. But this time, it was on the ball of her foot, right under her big toe. She shuddered a little more this time. I'd have to keep that in mind for later. I began the slow, torturous, yet sensual tickling treatment once again. This time, she giggled a little louder, and let out an occasional laugh. Me tickling her this way was only making her more sensitive!
This one seemed to continue forever as well, her giggling progressing until she finally had to beg me to stop. It was becoming too much. She rolled over on her stomach, and her toes twitched, along with the rest of her foot. It was pink, and sooo soft to the touch. I couldn't help it. I needed to touch those feet again. I picked up her foot and began massaging it like the other. I got the same reactions. She loved it.
I knew now, I was almost sure I'd let go if this held out too much longer. The only problem with that is, once I've gone and done it, I become anti-sexual for a while, so the tickling wouldn't be enjoyable to me if I let myself go. This had gone from pure joy to pure agony as I realized I'd have to push myself to the limit trying to hold it in. The maddening burn grew larger and larger as I worked my hands over her feet, soft as silk and ticklish as could be.
It was at that point that I woke up. I was sweating, a LOT, and I had such a huge erection that I had to jump my way into the bathroom, and finish myself off. It was definately one of the best tickling experiences I'd ever had, and it was only but a dream. I thought I was going crazy, fantasizing like this, but at the same time, it makes me have higher hopes.
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