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Here's part two of The Letter...f/m, I repeated a paragraph of the first one for reference.
-KAREN
The Story:
He gladly lied down for her, putting his arms up and letting her cuff his arms above his head with the set of cuffs she kept in the drawer beside her. “I’ll not apologize, I didn’t think you’d fall for it, there’s no reason for me too!” he said stubbornly, trying his best not to grin.
She giggled. “You will. If it takes me all afternoon you will…” she began playfully running her fingers up and down his chest, watching with an evil look of satisfaction on her face as he burst into spasmodic giggles. “Oooh my, giggling already? But I haven’t even started tickling yet, have I? Oh, is your chest ticklish? Hmm?”
You know damn well my chest is ticklish, woman! he thought through his giggles. With a mixture of horror and glee he felt her pull his shirt off, then begin to run her nails over his bare chest. She focused her attack on the area just around his nipples, making him arch his back just slightly and giggle harder. “Hehehhehehehehe!!” Wiggling like crazy, he manages to maneuver his nipple under her fingertips, and squealed in laughter for the second before she realized and stopped.
“Oooh no, none of that now…or maybe I should have mercy on the poor boy.” She snickered, pulling out two feathers and letting him see.
His eyes went big as he began to stutter. “Oooh honey, honey not feathers, you know feathers tickle me to dehehehEHHEATHAHHAHAH! HOHONEEEEYY! “ He squealed again as the feather tips began to dance over his already hardening nipples—one of his most ticklish places, though one only she knew about.
“Ooh dear, tickly here honey? Hmm? Kitchy kitchy Koo!” she giggled, adding insult to injury. Unable to take this new form of torture along with the old, John went into spasms of silent laughter.
Mercifully, she paused after a few seconds of silence. “Are you going to apologize to me now, John?” she asked in a no-nonsense way, though her eyes sparkled.
He inhaled deeply for a few seconds before replying. “No, dear, I told you I will not apologize. You deserved the scare you got for what you did to me last month!”
He shuttered as he flashed back to waking up, blindfolded and cuffed to the bed a month ago, not knowing what was going on or where his wife was. He had called out to her for nearly a minute before she had mercy on him…and started tickling him mercilessly from her position by his feet. His feet were the worst, and they both knew it.
Back in the present, Jane shook her head. “You won’t, hmm? Oh dear me the, I suppose I’ll just have to start here…” she began wigging her fingers up his stomach.
Once again he went into spasms of uncontrollable laughter. The light, teasing touches across his bare, hairless belly was driving him to insanity, but he enjoyed it as much as ever. And he wasn’t giving in. No way. He squealed and started giggling softer as one nail found it’s way into his bellybutton.
Then, with the other hand, she started digging into his ribs; he arched his back and howled.
And she began teasing him again. “Oh, I wonder how many ribs he has. Let’s count them, shall we? Twoooo…foooooour…siiiiiiiix...” She said out loud, wriggling two fingers around each two ribs as she made her way up his ribs.
By the time she was finished, John was panting, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
She let him rest only long enough to reach under the bed and pull out a small briefcase. John’s eyes went wide with horror.
“Thaat’s right, honey, time to get out my toys!” his wife teased him as she opened it up.
TO BE CONTINUED…
-KAREN
The Story:
He gladly lied down for her, putting his arms up and letting her cuff his arms above his head with the set of cuffs she kept in the drawer beside her. “I’ll not apologize, I didn’t think you’d fall for it, there’s no reason for me too!” he said stubbornly, trying his best not to grin.
She giggled. “You will. If it takes me all afternoon you will…” she began playfully running her fingers up and down his chest, watching with an evil look of satisfaction on her face as he burst into spasmodic giggles. “Oooh my, giggling already? But I haven’t even started tickling yet, have I? Oh, is your chest ticklish? Hmm?”
You know damn well my chest is ticklish, woman! he thought through his giggles. With a mixture of horror and glee he felt her pull his shirt off, then begin to run her nails over his bare chest. She focused her attack on the area just around his nipples, making him arch his back just slightly and giggle harder. “Hehehhehehehehe!!” Wiggling like crazy, he manages to maneuver his nipple under her fingertips, and squealed in laughter for the second before she realized and stopped.
“Oooh no, none of that now…or maybe I should have mercy on the poor boy.” She snickered, pulling out two feathers and letting him see.
His eyes went big as he began to stutter. “Oooh honey, honey not feathers, you know feathers tickle me to dehehehEHHEATHAHHAHAH! HOHONEEEEYY! “ He squealed again as the feather tips began to dance over his already hardening nipples—one of his most ticklish places, though one only she knew about.
“Ooh dear, tickly here honey? Hmm? Kitchy kitchy Koo!” she giggled, adding insult to injury. Unable to take this new form of torture along with the old, John went into spasms of silent laughter.
Mercifully, she paused after a few seconds of silence. “Are you going to apologize to me now, John?” she asked in a no-nonsense way, though her eyes sparkled.
He inhaled deeply for a few seconds before replying. “No, dear, I told you I will not apologize. You deserved the scare you got for what you did to me last month!”
He shuttered as he flashed back to waking up, blindfolded and cuffed to the bed a month ago, not knowing what was going on or where his wife was. He had called out to her for nearly a minute before she had mercy on him…and started tickling him mercilessly from her position by his feet. His feet were the worst, and they both knew it.
Back in the present, Jane shook her head. “You won’t, hmm? Oh dear me the, I suppose I’ll just have to start here…” she began wigging her fingers up his stomach.
Once again he went into spasms of uncontrollable laughter. The light, teasing touches across his bare, hairless belly was driving him to insanity, but he enjoyed it as much as ever. And he wasn’t giving in. No way. He squealed and started giggling softer as one nail found it’s way into his bellybutton.
Then, with the other hand, she started digging into his ribs; he arched his back and howled.
And she began teasing him again. “Oh, I wonder how many ribs he has. Let’s count them, shall we? Twoooo…foooooour…siiiiiiiix...” She said out loud, wriggling two fingers around each two ribs as she made her way up his ribs.
By the time she was finished, John was panting, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
She let him rest only long enough to reach under the bed and pull out a small briefcase. John’s eyes went wide with horror.
“Thaat’s right, honey, time to get out my toys!” his wife teased him as she opened it up.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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