laughtermech
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This is both an artwork post and a short story post. Hope that’s OK with the moderators here. Happy to move if not placed correctly. Thanks and hope you enjoy both the artwork and short story inspired by the artwork.
I wrote this a while back about CAB’s illustration (attached) as I loved it SO SO much!
Here’s a link to the original post I wrote a while back:
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com/2018/11/27/ritas-coming-out-tickle-party/
It’s password protected, but the full story is below anyway…but since I trust that the folks on this forum are all adults, I’ll give the password below:
erotictickling&1 (which works for all password protected stories on the website)
Sadly, the artist who drew the above comic is no longer on the Deviant Art website 😦
In honor of the great C.A.B. though…
I thought I’d create this little ‘What Happens Next?!’ ‘after-story’ with Rita and her husband, Stan.
Here goes…
Rita’s Coming Out Party
“Oh, Stan! Isn’t this fabulous?! I think this tickling thing will REALLY spice up our sex life together!”
“Rita, c’mon! We’re in our 50s, dear. I don’t think there’s anything that can do that!”
“C’mon, Stan! Let’s just give it a shot, ok?! I was vulnerable with you about how much getting tickled turns me on. Don’t you at least want to TRY it tonight with me all cuffed to the bed and you getting to have your way with me with ALL these feathers?! Oh, my God, I’m getting so hot and bothered just thinking about it!”
“Look, honey, I’ve got a BIG day at work tomorrow and I actually REALLY need to get to bed early tonight. Why don’t you ask our single neighbor friend, Ron, down the street to come over and tickle you for a little while? As long as it doesn’t get too crazy, maybe he can satisfy your ticklish desires until I can destress from my work?! Sorry, honey, I know it took a lot for you to come out to me with this tickle thing of yours, and I really respect you for it, but I’ve got to be brutally honest and say that I’m really not that into this tickling thing. I don’t really like touching feet. They’re kind of gross. I’ll bet you Ron is though. He’s always staring at your feet during dinner parties and trying to sneak rib and foot tickles here and there, am I right?!”
“Oh, Stan, you are such a stick in the mud! FINE! If you don’t want to tickle me tonight, then, yeah, I’ll ask Ron. You’re absolutely right. He ADORES my feet! Is always telling me I should be a foot model. And yes, he’s always trying to sneak tickles on my toes. If you’re OK with us having a little fun tonight, I’m going to take you up on your generous offer and go for it. Last chance, Honey, before I give him a call!”
“I’m good. I think you deserve it. You’ve been working really hard, and a little tickling may be just what the doctor ordered. Laughter is the best medicine, is it not?!”
Rita sighed, then let the depressing marriage in crisis thoughts dissipate, and remarked, “You’re absolutely right, Stan. Absolutely right! Laughter IS the best medicine! And I’m going to empty out our medicine cabinets tonight with Ron. You better close your door and put in those ear pods ’cause I aint holding nothing back tonight, Honey! Nothing! Got that?!”
“Yes, Dear. Got it.”
And with that, Rita laid claim to her own ticklish autonomy at her OWN house, and with her OWN willpower and with her OWN assertiveness.
Her neighbor, Ron, came over, Stan went to bed. Stan put in his earbuds and cranked up the ambient sleep music. Stan never once heard his wife Rita laughing her head off with Ron at his wife’s feet tickling in between her toes and all over the tops and bottoms of her soft bare soles. He moved up to her breasts next, and then her long legs, and finally, yes, things got a little naughty after midnight with Ron running feathers all around Rita’s inner thighs and in her womanly areas. She laughed so much for so long and finally got all turned on by Ron’s tickle feathers in her womanly areas that she asked him to just plunge his manhood into her sloppy wet vagina.
As he plunged himself into her, he also began sucking and tickle licking (lickling) Rita’s toes. The combination of Ron plunging his manhood into her and lickling her toes just drove her wild beyond measure! Rita would end up orgasming nearly 8 times in the span of about 6 hours. It was absolute, unadulterated bliss for Rita, and she never once asked Stan for any sexual favors ever again. Ron was her go to tickle man every single night from that night on. Stan somehow tolerated the arrangement and seemed to be ok as Rita’s full time tickle cuckold, and Ron certainly loved his role as Rita’s tickle ‘bull’.
Oh, a tickle fetishist with a serious bent towards erotic tickling can dream 😉
Thanks for stopping by,
TLM
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com
I wrote this a while back about CAB’s illustration (attached) as I loved it SO SO much!
Here’s a link to the original post I wrote a while back:
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com/2018/11/27/ritas-coming-out-tickle-party/
It’s password protected, but the full story is below anyway…but since I trust that the folks on this forum are all adults, I’ll give the password below:
erotictickling&1 (which works for all password protected stories on the website)
Sadly, the artist who drew the above comic is no longer on the Deviant Art website 😦
In honor of the great C.A.B. though…
I thought I’d create this little ‘What Happens Next?!’ ‘after-story’ with Rita and her husband, Stan.
Here goes…
Rita’s Coming Out Party
“Oh, Stan! Isn’t this fabulous?! I think this tickling thing will REALLY spice up our sex life together!”
“Rita, c’mon! We’re in our 50s, dear. I don’t think there’s anything that can do that!”
“C’mon, Stan! Let’s just give it a shot, ok?! I was vulnerable with you about how much getting tickled turns me on. Don’t you at least want to TRY it tonight with me all cuffed to the bed and you getting to have your way with me with ALL these feathers?! Oh, my God, I’m getting so hot and bothered just thinking about it!”
“Look, honey, I’ve got a BIG day at work tomorrow and I actually REALLY need to get to bed early tonight. Why don’t you ask our single neighbor friend, Ron, down the street to come over and tickle you for a little while? As long as it doesn’t get too crazy, maybe he can satisfy your ticklish desires until I can destress from my work?! Sorry, honey, I know it took a lot for you to come out to me with this tickle thing of yours, and I really respect you for it, but I’ve got to be brutally honest and say that I’m really not that into this tickling thing. I don’t really like touching feet. They’re kind of gross. I’ll bet you Ron is though. He’s always staring at your feet during dinner parties and trying to sneak rib and foot tickles here and there, am I right?!”
“Oh, Stan, you are such a stick in the mud! FINE! If you don’t want to tickle me tonight, then, yeah, I’ll ask Ron. You’re absolutely right. He ADORES my feet! Is always telling me I should be a foot model. And yes, he’s always trying to sneak tickles on my toes. If you’re OK with us having a little fun tonight, I’m going to take you up on your generous offer and go for it. Last chance, Honey, before I give him a call!”
“I’m good. I think you deserve it. You’ve been working really hard, and a little tickling may be just what the doctor ordered. Laughter is the best medicine, is it not?!”
Rita sighed, then let the depressing marriage in crisis thoughts dissipate, and remarked, “You’re absolutely right, Stan. Absolutely right! Laughter IS the best medicine! And I’m going to empty out our medicine cabinets tonight with Ron. You better close your door and put in those ear pods ’cause I aint holding nothing back tonight, Honey! Nothing! Got that?!”
“Yes, Dear. Got it.”
And with that, Rita laid claim to her own ticklish autonomy at her OWN house, and with her OWN willpower and with her OWN assertiveness.
Her neighbor, Ron, came over, Stan went to bed. Stan put in his earbuds and cranked up the ambient sleep music. Stan never once heard his wife Rita laughing her head off with Ron at his wife’s feet tickling in between her toes and all over the tops and bottoms of her soft bare soles. He moved up to her breasts next, and then her long legs, and finally, yes, things got a little naughty after midnight with Ron running feathers all around Rita’s inner thighs and in her womanly areas. She laughed so much for so long and finally got all turned on by Ron’s tickle feathers in her womanly areas that she asked him to just plunge his manhood into her sloppy wet vagina.
As he plunged himself into her, he also began sucking and tickle licking (lickling) Rita’s toes. The combination of Ron plunging his manhood into her and lickling her toes just drove her wild beyond measure! Rita would end up orgasming nearly 8 times in the span of about 6 hours. It was absolute, unadulterated bliss for Rita, and she never once asked Stan for any sexual favors ever again. Ron was her go to tickle man every single night from that night on. Stan somehow tolerated the arrangement and seemed to be ok as Rita’s full time tickle cuckold, and Ron certainly loved his role as Rita’s tickle ‘bull’.
Oh, a tickle fetishist with a serious bent towards erotic tickling can dream 😉
Thanks for stopping by,
TLM
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com
